Bloom Graphic

Five hundred years ago..... The earth was destroyed and a new world was created. The survivers were taken to that world. The world were you can survive if you have a talent/potential. The talents were divided into groups. Born after many years passed, Aurora is born different. She is the daughter of one of the most hated group (the miscreants). Her life changes when she got entangled with one of the supreme lords ruling Sirenna. Will love bloom between them? Even though it was forbidden for a supreme lord to fall in love........

Being wealthy is fun especially when you grew up as an orphan. But the seemingly flashy and glamorous world of wealthy men has hidden secrets, so dark and so diabolical, and it took Oscar only one week to realise. Due to certain circumstances, and perhaps sheer luck, Oscar was lifted from a common employee to the CEO of a prestigious organisation. But while he tries to pay back those who wronged him in the past, Oscar is also faced with life-threatening situations. Tasked with finding his missing father and staying alive, Oscar couldn't tell whether he was better off wealthy or middle class. ______ The story starts like any other urban novel but proceeds slowly, leaving hints for future events to look forward to. The story is rated 18, but contains little to no s*x scenes. However gruesome and graphic fight scenes, socially intolerable habits including drug usage, may be included, but will not be praised or supported. Chapters will be uploaded daily before 17:00 UTC +01:00 Thank you for giving this book a try, and I will try to answer any questions I come across as comments.

Michael Angelo's moment of triumph was supposed to be the night of a lifetime. His mansion's grand ballroom was abuzz with friends, family, and acquaintances, all gathered to celebrate his crowning achievement. However, beneath the champagne toasts and congratulatory smiles, a sinister undertone lurked, centered around a mysterious black daffodil - a family heirloom passed down from his enigmatic grandmother. As the night wore on, the flowers of joy seemed poised to bloom into a garden of darkness.