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Amelia knew that she's not for breeding and definitely not for show. She is the rightful Duchess of House Florence--maybe more, but absolutely nothing less. Orphaned at a young age, Amelia Cicely Florence, the first lady ruler in the history of the Empire of Creador, was but seventeen years old. Upon her first appearance at the Gathering, some nobles and aristocrats questioned her capabilities and the role of women in society--that was to assist her husband, be his pillar of support, and make sure that their family lives for the next generation. But Amelia thought differently. Then entered Duke Alexander Clement, the man with a promise to support her and let her be what she wanted to do with her life. His conditions? Her happiness. Or is it? A slow-paced journey to forgiveness and acceptance; to life and love. *cover is an edited with the use of AI-generated characters. I couldn't find the artist who made it, if you do, pls inform me. Thank you and happy reading, lovely readers!

I finally asked, "Who are you?" He turned to face me, his dark black eyes possessing an almost hypnotic allure, melting my heart. Internally, I admonished myself, 'Hazel, get it together. You don't even know him. Calm down, my heart.' With a soft smile, he responded, "Alessandro, but you can call me Ale." If looks could be lethal, I wished this man would do the deed instead of the unpleasant encounter I had earlier. 'What is wrong with me?' I wondered, shaking off my thoughts as I introduced myself, "Hazel." His sharp gaze met mine, piercing my soul as he cryptically replied, "I know." ------------------ In the atmospheric cityscape of Florence, Hazel's life takes an unexpected turn when she encounters the enigmatic Alessandro. As the narrative unfolds through their intertwined perspectives, Hazel grapples with a sudden descent into fear and uncertainty, propelled into the shadows of Alessandro's clandestine world. The narrative, oscillating between Hazel's disoriented vulnerability and Alessandro's calculated poise, becomes a dance of secrets and dangers.

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Lady Florence Crawley is Mary Crawley's twin sister. The two are as different as night and day. Florence is more attentive to the needs of her family and their estate. Mary is all about position for herself. When the heir and Mary's fiancée perish on the Titanic a new heir is invited to meet them, but he has his sights set on sweet Florence after starting on the wrong foot with Mary. Meanwhile Cora is 5 months pregnant. Complete AU.

Some reflections are doorways. Others are prisons... Thirteen-year-old Florence Wells has always been practical—until mirrors start behaving strangely around her. When she discovers a hidden silver hand mirror beneath her bed, Florence's ordinary world shatters, revealing a lifetime of secrets. Her parents' fate. Her true heritage. And a mysterious academy hidden in the mountains that wants her unique abilities—for reasons both miraculous and dangerous.

There is a beautiful woman in the Philippines whose job is as a painter, she loved a man and loved her too, and because of that love they got married, but when she got married, her husband changed and abused her. (She promised herself that she would never love again.) And because she was abused, she separated from her husband and went to Russia, a few years later she returned to the Philippines to face her ex-husband. But she did not know herself, that she would love her ex-husband friend, she was afraid to love again, she was hurt by the love given by her ex-husband. P.S Names, characters, places, and events may be the work of the author's imagination or mere fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or local or human, living or dead, is purely coincidental. PLAGIARISM is a CRIME!

Apa kejutan terbesar yang pernah terjadi dalam kehidupan mu? Nadhira mengalami hal itu. Sebuah kejutan yang sangat besar menghampiri hidupnya. Kejutan yang mengubah dirinya dari seseorang yang sebelumnya hanya memiliki mimpi kini dikelilingi penuh oleh materi. Perubahan hidup yang menjadi awal kesakitan nya. Kesakitan yang membuat Nadhira nyaris kehilangan impiannya. Bahkan karena itu dia harus merelakan cintanya.

The weather turned even colder after the heavy rain this evening. I looked out the window taking in the view over the town. I am definitely going to miss Maydawn Town. I will miss the peaceful environment, my private tutors, and of course my extravagant room. It is all for the best, finally taking a step forward from my boring routine life into an interesting one [I hope]. To top it all, I am finally going to meet my Mum after all these years. Although, I am nervous and uncertain I can barely contain my excitement. #Mystery?Surprise?Suspense? Thrill?# It is all packed in this novel. Get your popcorn ready for this fun ride. PS: Dear Readers, I would love to know your opinion after each chapter [there is always room for improvement this way].

Demon King Alixuron Scalius is the ruling monarch over the Empire of Scornsije. He was cursed when he was but a child by the Hags of Conventrellis, a witch demon kingdom, to never be able to bear a son. However, this curse was placed upon him from his grandfather’s arrogance. His grandfather, King Lemorphin Scalius, was enraged by this but being upon his deathbed was unable to retaliate. King Sezura Scalius had died shortly after King Alixuron’s birth. All of this is to say that King Alixuron cared not about the curse as his daughters are strong, wise, and very capable dragon demons that shouldn’t be discounted. Though none share a mother, they all still held an unusually close bond with one another due to him treating them all equally as his children. However, the young females have become too relaxed in their lives, one could dare say even bored! What’s a father to do besides sending them off to govern individual holds within the kingdom? Exert: “Introduce yourselves to Prince Verocul Howlsend of the Kingdom of Thropanio.” King Alixuron nonchalantly orders his daughters. The werepanther prince looks each princess over with intrigue, lust and appraisal. The King keeps a small smile to himself, holding back a chuckle. “I’m the second eldest daughter, Princess Natalion Scalius.” The proudful demoness offers a slight smile as she eyes the prince and his procession after stepping forward. She places a hand on her hip with an arched brow as she does so. “I’m Katilis Scalius, it’s ever so nice to meet you!” The ever cheerful daughter came forth, her eyes gleaming with interest as she eyes the group with a playful expression. She holds a rather cute poppet that felt like it stared into one’s soul. “I’m Brightana Scalius, I hope you find your time here pleasant.” The next in age steps forth with a slight curtsy before she nonchalantly pulls out her journal once more and starts to write in it once more. She held the air of indifference as she spoke. “Oh! I’m Gripillia Scalius, please do feel free to share any stories with me.” The next daughter states with a blossoming smile after being prodded to attention by her sisters. She clasps her hands in front of her as her eyes sparkle with anticipation. “I’m Veriona Scalius, I’m glad to see the tales of how handsome the demons of Thropanio are is proven to be more than just tales.” The final daughter in line steps forth with sensuality running through her very movements, offering a wink and smirk as she brazenly looks the group over. The doors open, drawing the attention of the room to a smaller, daintier female surrounded by guards and attendants, her being helped to walk on both sides as she comes over. “Ah, this is my eldest daughter.” King Alixuron announces before turning to address her as she reaches the line. “I’m glad to see you’re feeling well enough to join us today my dear.” “Thank you father.” She replies, leaning against her sister Katilis before turning to the prince. “I am the eldest daughter to King Alixuron Scalius, Princess Doniverea Scalius. I apologize for my late arrival, but do hope we can be friends.” She looks at the prince with the calmest energy one can imagine, serenity coming off of her in waves. “It’s my pleasure to make the acquaintances of ones so famous and beloved as your majesties. I look forward to us strengthening relations of our empires!” Prince Verocul Howlsend offers a bow, followed by others of his party while all of both sides have smirks on their faces.

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!