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Fire And Flower Whitecourt

Schemes Of A Flower

Crown Prince Yun Chi chose as his consort the youngest daughter of the Hua Family, Hua Yan, and the news shattered the hearts of countless ladies in the Capital City. It was said: the Crown Prince could write poetry at three, compose essays at seven, debate with the greatest scholars at ten, shoot arrows with precision at twelve, oversee the examinations of all scholars at fifteen, and was regent by the time he was sixteen. He reached the pinnacle in letters, the extreme in martial arts, his looks were world-shaking, and his presence unrivaled. Hua Yan felt as though a gigantic pie had fallen from the sky, landing squarely on her head. From then on, was she to compete with the entire world for this man? -------------------- Yun Chi: Standing at the pinnacle of the Azure Clouds, he learned the art of balance, practiced the strategies of an emperor, envisioned the land and skies in his heart. Within the nine-layered royal palace, he could turn his hands to clouds and his palms to rain, holding sway over the court and the nation, trimming himself into a figure free from desire and henceforth unyielding. Hua Yan: She viewed herself as beneath the dust, with all her emotions and desires, disliking the Son of Heaven's court, preferring the ordinary alleys, treading on ten feet of soft red and experiencing all facets of life. She believed that nothing was better than green mountains and clear waters. "If you promise me a lifetime, I will accompany you for an eternity."
Xiziqing · 124.9K Views

Blood And Fire: A Forbidden Legacy

What's worse than being born as the fourth princess of a Dragon-Born family? Being born with a peculiar appearance and no powers? No, that's easy. What's worse is when you're shipped off to marry a man you've never met, for the safety of your people. A man rumoured to be death himself. *** Mirelah’s life was simple. As the youngest of four sisters—and the weakest, born without the magical power of her dragon-born lineage—her only duty was to be the perfect princess. She followed every rule. Never spoke out of turn, mastered the art of grace, and perfected every class... Except for self-defence. She accepted and appreciated the fact that she would never get to bear the heavy weight of a queen's crown. However, that dream crashed when an unexpected marriage proposal arrived for her from the most powerful kingdom in the realm. Forced into a union with a bloodcrafting prince she has never met, Mirelah is thrown into a world of secrets, curses, and treacherous plots. She discovers that her mysterious husband is CURSED, and she so happens to be the cure to her husband’s vicious curse... Battling to survive the new, dark world of another kingdom, Mirelah must fight to hold on to who she is... and maybe even discover new things about herself. What if her peculiar appearance has always been a pointer to the dangerous power that lay dormant within her? What if she was the true Mother of Dragons prophesied of in legends aeons ago? What if her husband's curse was the key to unlocking her powers? And what if the both of them shared a connection that ran deeper than they could ever imagine? A connection that made them a deadly combination that was never meant to mix. *** "You will not survive the Varkaines. "Her words run down my spine like a chilly spring, and I feel the hairs on my skin rise. "When they manage to break and ruin you, I'll be there. There to laugh in your face for thinking you could steal my dream from me, Miri. You will pay for what you've done. "She adds, and my heart begins to pound against my rib cage, at the venom in her words. "Wh-what?? "I whisper in shock, and she scoffs. "You can fool everyone, Mirelah. But not me. If you didn't want this marriage, you would have fought against it. But you put up a little drama and then accepted the proposal. You stole my dream. My chance to marry the man I have spent months preparing to be with. "She replies, and I exhale in disbelief. "Don't think I will take it lying down. You will pay "She concludes, and my jaw drops. I have always known Azra to be entitled but this level of narrow-mindedness... Is her anger so hot, that it's refusing her access to proper logic? What's my fault in any of this!? 
Blue_Bird_4500 · 6K Views

The Withering Paper Flower

Kanika Sharma was once a woman full of life—an ambitious HR manager, a loving wife, and someone who believed in the beauty of dreams. But marriage changed everything. A miscarriage shattered her, leaving her drowning in depression, an eating disorder, and a fear of blood. Instead of love and support, she faced blame, humiliation, and neglect. Her once-devoted husband, Vibhav, saw her as a burden rather than a partner. When strange symptoms began surfacing, she turned to him for support, only to be met with indifference. With no choice but to seek help alone, she walked into a crowded government hospital—where she met him. Dr. Mokshith Kapoor was a man of logic, not emotions. A brilliant cardiologist, he had spent his life avoiding attachments, believing love was nothing but a fleeting illusion. But something about Kanika unsettled him. She wasn’t just another patient. She was someone who had been broken but still carried the weight of hope. As fate pulled them closer, a silent battle began. Her husband accused her of betrayal. Her family pressured her to return. And as Mokshith stood by her side, she began questioning herself—was this companionship, or was her heart starting to waver? Did she truly love the doctor, or was she merely seeking solace? Could she ever escape the shadows of her past, or would she be forced to return to the life that broke her? With every passing moment, Kanika’s time was slipping away. But when the final choice came, would it be love, redemption, or something entirely unexpected? A story of pain, healing, and the fragile nature of the human heart—The Withering Paper Flower will leave you questioning whether love is a cure or just another illusion.
Librascales · 126 Views

Firefrost : Mr Grumpy and His Little Flower

Frostfire: Mr. Grumpy and His Little Flower Isabelle When I took the job working for Sebastian Kingston, I thought it was my chance to secure a better future for my daughter. But nothing could have prepared me for the cold, dangerous allure of my new boss. Sebastian is everything I don't want, everything I can’t have, yet I’m drawn to him in ways I can’t explain. When he offers me a weird deal—to be his fake girlfriend for a month—the money is too good to refuse, but can my heart survive the bargain? What begins as a simple arrangement quickly turns into a tangled mess of desire and fear. As I get closer to Sebastian, the line between reality and the charade blurs, leaving me terrified of losing everything that matters most. But then I quickly realize that falling for this man could mean losing the only things I hold dear. Sebastian Hiring Isabelle Summers was supposed to be a straightforward arrangement—a job, nothing personal. But from the moment she stepped into my world, everything shifted. She’s warm and full of life, the opposite of the cold control I’ve perfected. She doesn’t belong in my world, yet I can’t seem to resist her. So I make her a deal—be my fake girlfriend for a month to get my family off my back. Simple, right? Except nothing about Isabelle is simple. The more time I spend with her, the harder it is to keep my distance. What started as a calculated move is quickly spiraling into something I never expected, the walls I’ve built are beginning to crumble. And when she suddenly runs from me at a crucial moment of my life, I am left to wonder if I really know the woman I am hopelessly falling for.
Allegra_D · 1.9K Views

The Whispers of Waves and Fire

The night should have been steeped in darkness, but instead, the heavens blazed. A second sun rose over the Kingdom of Eldoria, bathing the land in ethereal gold. Flowers bloomed in an instant, their petals unfurling as if reaching for an unseen deity. The animals of the Whispering Woods stirred, their cries rising in eerie harmony. It was a sign. A rare omen. A child of the elements had been born. But not one child—two. Inside the Dravenhart estate, hidden deep within the forest, screams shattered the unnatural stillness. Lady Althea Dravenhart clung to the sweat-drenched sheets, her body wracked with the agony of bringing life into the world. The midwife gasped as the first child was placed in her arms. A strong boy, his tiny hand clenched into a fist. And there it was—the mark of the elements, inked onto his shoulder like a birthright. An earth elemental. Lord Cassius Dravenhart, Commander of Eldoria’s armies, allowed himself a breath of relief. His son would live. His son would be accepted. But then came the second cry, softer, yet undeniable. Another babe, smaller, delicate. The midwife hesitated as she turned the child over, her breath hitching as her eyes landed on the impossible. The mark. The same symbol of power, only this time, glowing like liquid silver against baby-soft skin. A girl. Terror seized Cassius’s chest. His hands, calloused from years of war, clenched into fists. Female elementals were forbidden—killed on sight. It was a decree, a law upheld for centuries. He should take his sword, end it before anyone found out. But the moment his gaze fell upon the child’s face, his heart twisted violently. Those eyes, still barely open, were his wife’s. The softness of her cheeks, the delicate fingers—she was his blood, his daughter. The midwife’s lips parted, horror dawning in her gaze. “It cannot be—” Steel sliced through the air. Blood splattered the wooden floors as the midwife’s body crumpled. Cassius stood over her, sword still gripped in his shaking hand. The only sound in the room was Althea’s sobs, muffled against the newborn cradled to her chest. His daughter. A forbidden child. Cassius turned, his voice rough with command. “We tell no one. She died at birth.” Althea’s watery gaze met his. “And when they come looking?” “They won’t.” With blood staining his hands, Cassius lifted the child and held her close. He would not let the world take her. Not the kingdom. Not the king. Not the laws written by men who knew nothing of what it meant to love a child beyond all reason. Selene Dravenhart was born in secret, beneath a second sun. And no one—no one—would ever know. But fate is a cruel mistress. And secrets have a way of unraveling.
PhieCastro · 980 Views

Making fire

Life was tiring, I wanted so much to be free of everyone. I wanted to hold on to what little happiness I remembered walking through the woods. The feel of the crisp air when the sun broke into dawn, the way I felt the trees come alive as I wondered through them, how quiet everything was. But now I’m married. To the most unpredictable man I had ever encountered. But there is something about him. The way he moves, eyes sharp and narrowed watching my every step. I always felt as if he were hunting me, and maybe he was. I could never get away from those peering eyes long enough to enjoy a moment to myself. He was always there, around every plan of escape, every thought of silence, every time I even thought of a life away from him. No doubt due to the binding ceremony that was performed. The only request I had about the ceremony was that it needed to be performed by a priestess but my father wanted HIS personal witch to bind Tristan and I. Once my father ordered you to do something ‘not one person disagreed’. I did not mean to think so ill of her but I can not help this feeling that she may have added a little spell to the ceremony. If I could only speak to her, I have not seen her since I left my brute of a fathers home. I could always ask Sheri-Tristan’s second wife. Yes. I’m the third wife of this man I call husband. But Sheri was witch born before being turned by Tristan. She had the most beautiful violet hair and matching eyes. Where as I had bright auburn air with green eyes, the only thing I kept of my mother. Sheri could help me find out if I am under some spell so I can get Tristan out of my head long enough to leave his kingdom. She hated me so, I believe it is due to Tristan not informing both of his wives that a third was going to be arriving. And that was me. If I was going to ask her for help it had to be now, I have my awakening ceremony tonight. It will mark 3 months since our wedding and as accustomed with Tristan and his coven, 90 days was the mark a bride had to wait to be judged by the collective to be accepted. Tristan assures me that I will be accepted and he will turn me tonight in the hues of the blood moon that was to be eclipsed. I did not want to be turned. I was human. If I was turned I’d loose my humanity and become full vampire. The same thing happened to Ava-Tirstan’s fist wife. She could not handle the lust and killed a few members of court. Some human but some halflings like Sheri. I did not want to kill. I shuttered at the thought of taking the life essence of another living being. I did not want to live in this manner. I only pray that Sheri is in a favorable mood this afternoon. Here I stand, outside her door. I had been standing here for about 10 minutes. I needed every help I could to escape my marriage. Yet, knocking on her door was the most exhausting thing I have been doing since I arrived here 3 months ago. “Here goes nothing.” I said out loud as I finally knocked. “Entrer” She was quite demure when she’s not in a mood. I might have a chance of gaining her help after all. One look my way and her mood was already changing. “YOU!” —maybe not………….
Jade_4527 · 13.4K Views
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