Perfume Quasar Graffiti

“Let’s change the job’s contract.” “Sorry?” “Let’s switch it. From a work contract… to a marriage one.” Theo Kingsley doesn’t believe in soft edges. He’s spent years burying the version of himself that once felt too much — the kind and gentle side. His world is built on control, silence, and icy precision. Then comes Daisy Sinclair. The chaos. Former heiress. Newly broke. All pink, perfume, and polished nails. Once a pampered princess trying to piece her life together after her family’s downfall… a downfall Theo might’ve had something to do with. She shows up expecting a job. What she gets is a marriage contract. To Theo, marrying Daisy is a calculated move, a way to silence the side of himself he can’t afford to let out. To Daisy, it’s absolutely insane. But her credit cards are maxed, her options are few, and the Ice King is surprisingly… tolerable. Sometimes? Thrown into a world of cold suits and colder stares, Daisy's mission becomes simple: survive. But as sparks start flying and walls begin to crack, one thing becomes dangerously unclear: Is she melting the Ice King’s heart or just falling for a man who doesn’t know which version of himself is real?

"Hay lugares que no se encuentran en los mapas, sino en las cicatrices del alma." Lucía Darling, una joven paisajista con una sensibilidad poco común, acepta un trabajo en el Parque Romántico de Arkadia, un santuario natural escondido en el corazón de Polonia. Pero tras el follaje, las ruinas y los lagos quietos... algo la llama. En sus sueños, ecos de un amor que no recuerda. En los reflejos, una sombra que la observa. Y entre las grietas del tiempo, él. Un alma inmortal, condenado a vagar por los siglos, llevando en su pecho la corona de espinas de un amor imposible. Entre ellos, no hay espacio ni lógica. Solo la eternidad, el dolor, y un pasado que no ha terminado de morir. "La huella de tu perfume" es una historia sobre la reencarnación, el destino, y la belleza trágica de amar a alguien que pertenece al otro lado del velo.

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She was the overlooked country girl, ridiculed by all, who married Ethan Lancaster—the most powerful man in the city—for the sake of her sister. By day, she lived humbly as a quiet housemaid. By night, she shed her disguise, revealing a face of breathtaking beauty, stepping into the role of a billionaire’s secret stand-in bride. When her secret identity was exposed, the social elite eagerly waited to see her fall from grace. But instead of collapsing, she rose—crafting luxury perfumes, developing miracle cures, and leaving chaos in her wake. And that cold, untouchable CEO? He became hopelessly obsessed. Cradling her in his arms, he declared to the world: "She’s mine. Touch her, and you answer to me."

Carlos Mendez was a small-time criminal barely surviving on Miami's streets in 2025. When immigration cops cornered him after a graffiti stunt gone wrong, he thought his story was over. Then ball lightning struck. Now he's trapped in 1978 Miami with disco music, Art Deco decay, and an impossible discovery: he can rewind time one second for a dollar. But the money burns away forever. With only $107 left and a supernatural power that could save his life or bankrupt his soul, Carlos finds himself in a city where Cuban refugees build new lives, corruption runs deep, and the drug trade is just beginning to bloom. Time really is money in 1980s Miami.

(Matured Content-No rape) “She was promised to a prince. But taken by a monster who calls himself king.” In a realm ruled by blood and empire, twenty-four kingdoms bow to one throne — and at the center of it sits Emperor Zareth Ravaryn, a vampire older than most dynasties, cold as obsidian, and feared as much as he is obeyed. Princess Serenya of Vayrana was never meant to catch his eye. Gentle. Devoted. Already betrothed to the human prince she loved from afar. But one imperial ceremony changed everything. When the Emperor sees her — veiled in gold, eyes full of light — he names her his future Empress. She refuses. He doesn’t ask twice. Now torn from her homeland and chained in silk and duty, Serenya finds herself in a court of shadows, where power is worn like perfume and secrets drip from every whispered bow. But Zareth is not just the monster she feared. He is obsessed. And his obsession doesn’t break... it consumes. As the blood empire trembles under rebellion, forbidden longing ignites between captive and captor, and the girl who once dreamt of love must decide: Will she fight for her freedom— or burn for his throne? Dark fantasy meets imperial seduction in this slow-burn vampire romance — with original lore, dangerous rituals, forbidden love, and a heroine who was never meant to kneel. Welcome to the Empire of Thorns. Where love is a game only monsters win. #bookone of The Empire of Thorns series --- Excerpt. A man stood before her. Not just any man. The man. Eyes like twin flames. Lips curled into a knowing smirk. A voice like thunder dipped in velvet. "And who might you be, little dove?" Zareth purred. Serenya's heart slammed against her ribs. "I-I'm... I was just—" "Lost?" he finished for her, his tone mocking yet oddly amused. She nodded, clutching her veil tighter. His eyes trailed down the curve of her figure, and then back to her eyes. "You're not from around here," he said, though he already knew. "I'm from Vayrana," she managed, voice barely above a whisper. His grin widened. "That explains the veil. So well-behaved. So sweet." He stepped closer, and she instinctively backed up—until her back hit the wall. "Running off alone into a palace full of monsters... either you're braver than you look, or dumber," he drawled, eyes gleaming. Her eyes widened at the insult, but something in his tone kept her frozen. "I didn't mean to be disrespectful—" "Oh, but you weren't," he interrupted. "In fact, you've just made this entire evening… interesting." He reached out, adjusting the edge of her veil with a gentleness that contradicted his deadly aura. "What's your name, dove?" She hesitated. "Your name," he repeated, voice darker now. "I don't ask twice." "Serenya," she whispered. He leaned in, mouth brushing close to her ear. "Serenya," he repeated, tasting it. "Pretty name. Suits you." Then, as quickly as he came, he stepped back. The moment shattered. "Go on now, little dove. Before your father comes searching."

Lily Hawthorne is a hardworking girl who sells perfume she makes on her own even though she has parents who are well to do . but set to plan her life , receiving orders every now and then ..... getting an order she never knew will change her life. will it be for positive change or drastic change?

First they mocked her. Then they used her. Then they broke her. They said she was too soft. So they buried her. But dead girls don’t stay quiet. The girl they shattered is just a memory now. The woman who rose from the ashes will dig their graves — and watch them fall in one by one. She makes heads turn when she passes, wearing secrets like perfume and revenge like diamonds. Her man would slit throats for a glimpse of her smile — and burn kingdoms just to hear her laugh. Her death stained the city red. Her life will drown the world in blood. The world is no longer a playground. It’s a chessboard. And she’s the game master now. But not every piece is hers. A shadow follows her steps, a hidden player she can't remember, holding secrets tied to her own death. Is her second chance truly hers to command... Or is she still just another piece in someone else's chess piece in the game? Every king Thinks He Is Safe... Untill The Queen Flips The Board -------------------------------------------------------- guys I'm new to do this and this is my first work I hope I did my best ---

[ WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] — They were chosen to serve. Assigned to royal blood. Aurora never imagined her path to survival would begin on her knees—bowing to an Alpha prince with eyes like cold fire. Zev is silent, brutal, unreadable… and hers by command. But while the palace demands obedience and heirs, *Aurora carries something far more dangerous: a prophecy sealed in blood and fate.* She’s not just a girl trained to seduce. She’s Zev’s fated mate—**the only one who can bear the Alpha heir.** And in a kingdom where fate holds no weight and legacy rules all, that truth could be her death sentence… or her salvation. In a world where girls are bred to tempt and punished for failure, Aurora must outwit rivals, queens, and her own heart. Because in this palace, power wears perfume. And the most dangerous seduction may not belong to Zev— It might belong to her.

Velvet Claws "They wear velvet. But underneath-they both have claws." In the shimmering corridors of HMM Corporation, Cha Hayeon begins her first day as a regular office employee. Elegant, sweet, and effortlessly charming-she's the picture of innocence. But behind her soft smile lies the bloodline of power, control, and a ruthless nature inherited from a legacy no one dares to question. She hides her true self beneath pastels and perfume, determined to keep her claws sheathed. Enter Nam Jihoon, the quiet, gentle team leader with a disarming smile and kind eyes. But nothing about Jihoon is what it seems. Unbeknownst to everyone, he's the hidden heir of HMM's fiercest rival-an empire secretly working toward an unprecedented merger. Sent undercover to monitor the partnership from the inside, Jihoon already knows who Hayeon is-and he's been in love with her from afar for years. But while Hayeon tries to impress him with her fake innocence, Jihoon watches with quiet amusement, falling deeper for the sides of her she doesn't even know she's showing. Yet underneath his warmth, Jihoon hides something darker: a dangerously obsessive, possessive heart that has always belonged to her. As power games unfold behind closed doors, and masks begin to crack, only one thing is certain- In a world where love wears velvet, someone's claws will draw blood. ---

In a prestigious European art academy nestled in a rain-washed city, Andrew is quiet, observant, and secretly in love with Emma, his childhood friend. But Emma's heart is pulled elsewhere toward Jason, the enigmatic rebel who wears pain like perfume. As Emma and Jason fall into a love that burns hot and cold, Andrew watches in silence, his feelings buried beneath layers of loyalty and fear. Alongside them is Kate, a brilliant writer who silently yearns for Andrew, though Emma’s lingering presence makes her affection feel like trespass. A complicated dance of glances, silence, and misread signals ensues, with all four hearts slowly unraveling in their final years at the academy. But things begin to shift during a national poetry competition. As Andrew is forced into the spotlight, he discovers a latent power rooted in a forgotten bloodline the Whitmore lineage, protectors of something ancient. When he’s accepted into the elusive Halberd University, he’s pulled into a hidden world where magic is real, heritage is dangerous, and the self is never whole. Separated by destiny, Andrew’s past refuses to let go. Meanwhile, Emma begins to sense a mystery behind Jason’s glowing eyes, and Kate grapples with the bitter truth of unrequited love turned resentment. At Halberd, Andrew battles not only ancient forces but himself Whitmore, a darker personality born of his power. As friendships fracture, secrets surface, and the supernatural bleeds into the mundane, Pawn of Emotions becomes a haunting tale of love left unsaid, power discovered too late, and the price of choosing feeling over fate.

“He died with my name on his lips... and her perfume on his chest.” Arianne thought death would end the betrayal. She was wrong. Her husband is gone — buried in silence, mourned in pain. But the scent of another woman lingers in his shirts. Her lipstick stains the cup Arianne drinks from. And her voice? It echoes in voicemails he never deleted. Every drawer hides a memory that doesn't belong to her. Every reflection shows a woman who lost a war she never knew she was fighting. As Arianne unravels the quiet infidelity that stole her marriage, grief twists into obsession. What begins as mourning becomes investigation. What begins as sorrow becomes vengeance. But what happens when the dead aren't done speaking? And what if she — the other woman — was more than just a mistake? She wasn’t just loved. She was chosen. This is not a love story. This is a haunting told from the side of the widow who refused to die with him.

In her previous life, Mu Anhan abandoned her husband and son. It was only after her death that she learned that Gu Xiaozhan loved her madly. In her next life, she was going to cling to him tightly and give him a second child! Everyone sneered. “Mu Anhan seduces Master Gu all day long and only cares about giving him a child. She’s just trying to cement her position by giving him children. Master Gu will surely divorce her after.”Who would have thought that the Perfume Queen, top hacker, miracle doctor, genius designer, AI intelligence, scientific research master… All of her multiple identities were exposed. What annoyed everyone even more was that treasure appraisers, medical professors, and international celebrities were all kneeling at her door, begging her for guidance! At night, she snuggled in Master Gu’s arms with red lips, and was the most provocative little seductress. Eyeing her with his dashing brows slightly raised, the possessive Master Gu rasped out, “Darling, should we try for a third child?”

Amy, a typical New Yorker, has a life like a tightly - wound clock because of her busy job at the United Nations - precise yet exhausting. She is a person who is rational to the core. Superstitions about ghosts and gods, in her opinion, are like fairy tales for coaxing children, and sweet - talking is like cheap perfume, pungent and hypocritical. On that day, the heavy pressure of work made Amy feel breathless. She returned to her apartment where she lived alone, like a robot with its battery drained. Her only thought was to throw herself onto the bed and isolate herself from the whole world with the quilt. However, midnight, like a mysterious incantation, disrupted her plan. The old radio in the room cabinet made a strange beeping sound, and then a faint cry for help came: "Help... " Amy's heart suddenly tightened. Despite the mixture of fatigue and fear within her, her curiosity still made her ask the radio, "Who are you?" "I'm Tom. I'm being chased by a serial killer. I'm hiding in an abandoned warehouse. He'll find me soon... " The boy's voice was full of fear. Without the slightest hesitation, Amy immediately called the police. A rescue across time, of love and redemption, thus began.

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air. "You shouldn't be here," Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling. "Shouldn't I?" His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume. "I haven’t seen you for the last two days," his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. "Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?" Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, "I don't belong to anyone.” "A bold claim," he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. "Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch." His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. "Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?"

Charlotte Rosewood was the perfect daughter, the loyal sister, and the devoted fiancée. She gave them everything — her love, her fame, her voice, her soul. And how did they repay her? They killed her. Her brother, David, the cunning snake in a suit. Her sister, Melody, who wore innocence like perfume but reeked of envy. And Vincent — the man she loved so blindly — who drove the knife straight through her heart… for money. But fate wasn’t done with her. Charlotte wakes up — one year before her death. Her heart still aches. Her tears still burn. But the love? It’s dead. What lives now… is vengeance. > “I begged for their love once. Now they’ll beg for my mercy.” This time, she’s not giving second chances. This time, she’s not playing nice. She will take back her power. She will reclaim her name. And she will make them bleed — slowly. > She was their pawn. Now, she’s the queen. GAME STARTS

Kirana Diandra, seorang podcaster dengan sejuta kata dan tawa, merasa dunianya dijungkirbalikkan saat mendapat tugas mustahil: mewawancarai Arion Baskara. Arion bukan sekadar pria pendiam. Dia adalah seorang perfumer jenius yang berkomunikasi melalui aroma, bukan kata. Dunianya adalah keheningan, botol-botol kaca, dan kenangan pahit yang terkunci dalam sebuah parfum yang tak pernah selesai ia ciptakan. Bagi Kirana, Arion adalah narasumber tersulit. Bagi Arion, Kirana adalah 'cahaya' yang terlalu terang, mengusik ketenangannya yang temaram. Namun, ketika Kirana tanpa sengaja mengidentifikasi sebuah aroma langka di studio Arion, sebuah pintu tak kasat mata terbuka. Arion memberinya sebuah tantangan: bantu dia menemukan 'nada yang hilang' dari parfum masa lalunya, dan wawancara eksklusif akan menjadi miliknya. Perjalanan mereka bukan lagi sekadar tentang kata dan wangi, melainkan tentang dua jiwa yang mencoba saling menyembuhkan. Mampukah Kirana menjadi cahaya yang menerjemahkan keheningan Arion? Dan sanggupkah Arion merelakan aroma masa lalunya demi meracik masa depan yang baru bersama Kirana? Karena terkadang, perasaan yang paling dalam justru tercium, bukan terucap.

In an accident six years ago, Le Yu drugged and “tainted” the supreme commander of the empire. Having never suffered such humiliation, the man immediately issued a kill order on the woman who had given him trauma by forcing herself on him. He was unable to get erect anymore, and he swore he would teach her a ruthless lesson! But, she had vanished without a trace. Finally, ten months later, he managed to get a clue and rushed to the hospital. He didn’t find the woman, but instead, a baby in a crib. Le Yu, who had given birth to three children in the hospital, never imagined that Gu Yue, whom she regarded as a sister, would betray her. Gu Yue knew that Le Yu was being hunted, and had not only revealed her location, but even tried to strangle Le Yu’s children! Le Yu was filled with hatred, but her body was so weak that she could only take two of her children and flee, leaving her eldest child in the hospital. Six years later, she returned with her two children to look for her eldest child and get revenge. She didn’t expect to bump into that man after just getting off the plane. From then on, their destinies were intertwined. Le Yu, who had multiple identities, was spoiled to the heavens by the man, her three prodigal children, and seven big shot big brothers! Her eldest child: “Mommy, I earned all this money for you!” Her second son: “Mommy, this is my trophy and reward. It’s for you. Take it and buy whatever you want.” Her youngest daughter: “This is a perfume I made for you, Mommy! You need to smell good, okay?” Big shot big brothers: “Little sister, just spend as much as you want. We’ll support you all the way to the end.” A certain commander: “Darling, I was wrong! Please forgive me!”

"She was the mystery the world ignored. He was the prince it couldn’t stop watch." Vedant Nagar had it all — money, parties, a perfect Instagram life, and a girlfriend every guy envied. But everything crashes when his so-called “perfect” girlfriend dumps him for a nobody — a nerdy literature senior... and worse, that guy is the cousin of Aira Rajput, the new scholarship girl everyone seems to adore. Aira Rajput, the quiet storm. She sketches graffiti in the back of her math notes and knows how to navigate cities with just a compass and curiosity. She’s not from his world — no branded shoes or imported perfumes, but there’s something about her that feels... threatening. And when Vedant learns of Aira’s link to the heartbreak that made him a joke, he makes a silent promise: ruin her.

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes. Alexia POV: Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type. When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the "accidental" brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say "unpaid rent."

**Important notice...** ------This novel is written with two couple Characters Lead, Please check on the tags, I said weak to strong, the female lead isn't strong from the word go, she progresses as time goes by, so don't tell me my character is dump, I have already mentioned it several times, you either read her progressing or don't------------ Zhou Meili gets married to a man because that was her father's last request and wish, but the man decided to divorce her after six months into the marriage. She feels disheartened and thus decided to have a few drinks where she ends up being entangled with a mysterious man, Master Mu, not only does he shoo her away but he decides to own her and thus her second marriage happens unexpectedly... What would happen when she suddenly realizes that she is pregnant with him? #####Hello Readers... Any material here if it's a song lyric or fashion or perfume will be my own creation... and original.###### ****Not mentioned tag, Bromance..."**** *The cover isn't mine and the credit goes to the owner if you are the owner and wants me to pull it down, let me know...*

When the citizens of Artvia are threatened with a full lock down, Rina Quasar is there to experience it first hand, the detrimental system that turns this planet into an iron clad cell. - Except she only remembers walking up to those grandiose doors. Nothing coming to her brain until now. Floating through space on one of the most infamous prison ships of the galaxy. With no locale of escape, no promise of getting home, and no help.

There was a woman named Lin Yujin, a brilliant surgeon from China. She had spent her entire life in the relentless pursuit of excellence. No friends. No family. No lover. Just herself, her scalpel, and the occasional comfort of a well-worn novel in her few spare hours. From childhood, her life had been a constant battlefield of exams, expectations, and competition. All for a future that was always just out of reach. The pressure never stopped. And one day, Her fingers tightened around the steering wheel as she drove, headlights cutting through the stillness. She wasn’t thinking about anything in particular, just drifting. The next shift. The same routine. The same loneliness. Then it happened. A flicker of movement. Headlights. A blur of metal. She barely had time to react. She died alone, and exhausted. But death wasn’t the end. She awoke to the sound of soft music and distant laughter. Perfumed air swirled around her, laced with flirtation and the hum of a guqin, her own fingers were plucking its strings with grace she didn’t remember learning. Panic surged in her chest. This wasn’t a hospital. It was a brothel. But not the seedy kind from old films—this place oozed luxury and refinement. Only the elite could afford to step through its doors: high-ranking clan heirs, powerful sect members, nobles, even royals. And merchants rich enough to rival them. Memories that weren’t hers flooded in like a tidal wave. Lin Yujin looked down at her new hands softer, paler. Her body felt strange. Curvier in some places, delicate in others. Even her voice sounded unfamiliar. It unsettled her. She had spent her life mastering the human body, but this one felt foreign, untamed. For the first time, she was the subject, not the surgeon. And she had no idea what came next.

A spin-off of Always You, a love story that started with a coffee spill and turned into something neither of them expected. Sohei has always been the charming, laid-back younger brother in the Katagiri family-smart, kind, and effortlessly popular. But when it comes to love, he has never truly fallen for anyone before. Love, to him, has always been something that happens to other people-until Hana enters his life. Hana, on the other hand, has harbored a secret crush on Sohei ever since she accidentally spilled coffee on him. She never imagined that she'd get the chance to work with him on the company's new perfume project. But as they spend more time together, she finds herself falling even deeper.

In the iridescent tapestry of Halmosian, where the firmament shimmers with nebulous luminescence and the very air hums with the arcane whispers of forgotten deities, destiny entwines two souls as disparate as dusk and dawn. One, Aleeman Hakiman, a youth of no esoteric endowment yet of indomitable spirit, bears the mantle of teen commander of the Abjannas—warriors of resolute hearts and steely conviction. The other, Wei Yang Hong, a scion prince of the venerable Weng dragon clan, once a paragon of masculine ferocity, now ensnared in the silken chains of a cruel metamorphosis. Cursed into beauteous villainy, he sheds his former self and emerges as Shi Zhao Mei, a vision of ethereal allure, her vengeance as intoxicating as perfumed venom. Bound by fate’s inexorable decree, their paths converge at the Miracheneous Academy, a citadel of erudition and eldritch mastery, where Aleeman seeks knowledge to bridge the chasm of his powerlessness, and Shi Zhao Mei weaves her own enigma, a rose adorned with unseen thorns. Yet, beyond the confines of mortal intrigue, an abyssal spectre stirs—shadow-born abominations slither forth from the chasm of another world, their tenebrous tendrils grasping at the fabric of existence itself. Like a blade bereft of an edge yet held by a masterful hand, Aleeman must carve his legend not through sorcery, but through tenacity, wit, and the unyielding resolve of a commander who leads without the shield of supernatural prowess. And Shi Zhao Mei, a paradox of beauty and brutality, finds herself entangled in the dance of salvation, her past and present warring within as she sways between vehemence and valour. Thus begins their odyssey—a struggle against oblivion, a symphony of peril and promise, a battle where steel meets sorcery, where fate’s quill inscribes their names upon the annals of Halmosian.

The story unfolds in **Qinghe Village**, a remote mountain settlement in modern-day southwestern China. Nestled among verdant peaks, this tight-knit community with unspoiled customs grapples with crumbling infrastructure, barren lands, and a dire lack of medical resources. Protagonist **Xu Ling**, orphaned in childhood and raised collectively by villagers, returns after graduating from an urban medical college, disillusioned by systemic corruption in city hospitals. His life pivots when a centuries-old ancestral tablet strikes his head during a housecleaning ritual, awakening his family’s lost legacy: the **《Shennong Medical Codex》**, a sacred text of ancient healing wisdom. **Opening (Prologue): On a sweltering summer night, Xu Ling is summoned by his widowed neighbor **Liu Shuxiang** under the pretext of treating her "chest discomfort." During the charged consultation, Liu reveals her plight: local tyrant **Ma Erwang** threatens to seize her land unless she pays extortionate "protection fees." Though morally outraged, Xu Ling’s rudimentary medical skills and social insignificance leave him powerless. The next day, Ma’s thugs demolish Liu’s vegetable plot. Xu’s attempt to intervene ends in a near-fatal beating. At death’s door, hieroglyphic passages from the *Shennong Medical Codex* materialize in his mind. Guided by instinct, he revives himself through emergency acupuncture, formally inheriting the Divine Physician’s mantle. **Core Conflicts: 1. **External Struggles: - **Tyranny & Exploitation**: Ma Erwang, backed by corrupt officials like Town Chief Lu Wanli, monopolizes village resources through violence, land grabs, and collusion with pharmaceutical polluters. - **Healthcare Crisis**: Villagers’ reliance on superstitious remedies and financial barriers to urban hospitals trap them in cycles of preventable suffering. Xu Ling must revitalize traditional medicine to combat systemic inequities. 2. **Internal Turmoil: - **Legacy vs. Desire**: Xu Ling navigates tensions between healing duties and personal aspirations, particularly in romantic entanglements with village belle **Fang Wenwen** and idealistic teacher **Qin Suyue**, who challenge his commitment to rural life. - **Ethical Ambiguities**: The *Shennong Codex*’s forbidden techniques—poison antidotes, geomancy rituals—force him to tread murky moral terrain. **Resolution: Rejecting lucrative urban hospital offers, Xu Ling establishes a grassroots TCM clinic and pioneers a "healing agriculture" model, empowering villagers through medicinal crop cultivation. His union with Fang Wenwen symbolizes their shared guardianship of the land. In the denouement, as he re-consecrates the ancestral tablet, Xu muses: *"A healer mends bodies, not worlds—yet how can one save lives without first defending the soil that nurtures them?" --- **Pivotal Scenes: - **Threshold Moment**: Xu’s flustered focus during Liu’s treatment—a mix of sweat and jasmine perfume—humanizes his saintly persona. - **Ancestral Awakening**: Near-death visions reveal lineage heroes—a Qing-era forebear curing malaria with arsenic, a WWII ancestor saving soldiers with battlefield herbs. - **Ecological Triumph**: Villagers digging emergency channels during torrential downpours to divert toxic effluents, then purging rivers with a *"Hundred Herbs Elixir"*—echoing Liu’s husband’s flood-related demise.

"You're mine, Belle," he growled, his voice low and husky in the empty hallway. "You should run off to your party, but know this, I'll be watching. We wouldn't want anything to happen to what's mine, now would we?" Belle gasped as he pushed her against the wall, his fingers tangling in her hair. He inhaled deeply, his breath a whisper against her skin. "Daisy scent clings to you like a cheap perfume. I'll have it washed away, replaced with the scent of mine alone." .... In a world shrouded with darkness, Annabelle Caswell is inexplicably drawn to the Damned... "She's mine" he claims. Belle realizes she's more than just a prize to be claimed. She might be the key to saving the damned and unlocking the secrets to his heart.

Where Memory Bleeds Quietly In a summer that burned too brightly, something shattered — not with noise, but with a silence so deep it echoed through the soul. This is not a story told in straight lines. It is a fragment, a perfume, the fading warmth left on a bench after someone has gone. Amid the crimson blaze of a flamboyant tree and the restless pulse of Saigon, two hearts touched briefly — only to be pulled apart by time, by fate, by that quiet cruelty life wears when it smiles too gently. There is joy here, yes — the laughter of a girl beneath sun-dappled leaves, the sparkle of flan on a silver spoon, the click of a shutter trying to trap eternity. But beneath it all, something trembles. A love too tender to last. A presence that lingers like a shadow just beyond reach. By the river where the city exhales, a soul once cast its past into the current — hoping the water could carry grief where memory could not. But sorrow, like love, does not drown so easily. It clings. It haunts. It sings in every place you once were whole. This is for those who carry the weight of absence. For those whose hearts remember what the world has already let go.

In the world of haute couture jewelry, 20-year-old Wen Ran, a gifted but sheltered protégé of legendary craftsman Bai Weiliang, embarks on a quest to reclaim her late grandfather’s treasured heirloom—a delicate filigree perfume box displayed as a prize in the prestigious "Apollo Jewelry Design Competition." To win it, she infiltrates Carlile, a rival luxury brand led by the enigmatic Yan Wangshu, a charismatic CMO whose icy demeanor hides a fascination with Wen Ran’s talent and resilience. As Wen Ran navigates corporate politics, jealous rivals, and her growing attraction to Yan Wangshu, she must confront her insecurities and the shadows of her past. From the jasmine-scented gardens of M Country to Shanghai’s glittering elite, their relationship evolves from suspicion to mutual admiration, blurring the lines between ambition and desire. But when secrets about Wen Ran’s true identity threaten both her mission and Yan Wangshu’s authority, they must choose between loyalty to their companies and the unexpected bond forged in fire. A story of artistry, legacy, and the price of ambition, Jasmine and Obsidian weaves intricate family drama with slow-burn romance, asking: Can love bloom where trust is carved from betrayal?

Betrayed by the father she once chose over her own mother,Elara dies at the hands of her envious step family all for a priceless relic hidden in her mothers possession but fate offers her a second chance reborn on the very day she was meant to leave her mother,Elara is no longer the naive girl she once was Armed with memories of a previous transmigration watch how she built herself an empire from scratch with her eyes sets not just in the perfume industry butt the entire beauty industry, she plans to just focus on her career ,mother and revenge but who can tell her why........