Story cover for The Windflower - Fragile Petals  by AdaliaSierra
The Windflower - Fragile Petals
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Ongoing, First published May 11
Anémone lives on the delicate edge of habit. But the wind never asks permission-
and flowers don't choose when to bloom.

Anémone is young, brilliant, and disciplined. She teaches art history, watches the world quietly, and lives by carefully drawn lines that keep pain at a distance. But the calm she's built so carefully begins to crack when life throws her into a series of encounters that will change everything.

There's Edgar, a sharp, restless high school student who reminds her that youth is hunger and dizziness.
There's Livia Morini, an elegant countess who takes Anémone into a cushioned world full of secrets and unspoken rules.
And then there's Herman-a magnetic, dissolute artist who looks at her as if he sees every fracture in her soul... and wants to paint it.

Between burning glances, silences too full, and rooms heavy with desire and mystery,
Anémone will have to face what she fears most: herself.

A story of transformation, beauty, and fragility-where each character is a different kind of wind.
And only those who dare to be shaken can truly bloom.
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The Devil's Crybaby

58 parts Ongoing Mature

She was ordinary. Fragile. Timid. The kind of girl who flinched at loud voices, hid behind her hands, and spent her days wrapped in the comfort of quiet dreams and the gentle embrace of nature. Life was safe. Predictable. Until it wasn't. One night, everything shattered. A man with cold, unfeeling eyes and blood on his hands came for her. Dragged her from her bed at midnight. Pulled her into a world she didn't understand. A stranger, merciless and silent, became her captor. And he wouldn't explain why. He was everything she feared. Brutal. Unforgiving. Dark in a way that made the air around him feel sharp. He lived only for one person. His brother, a man who had lost an eye because of him, a debt he carried like a curse. And the reason she was here? That brother had seen her at a wedding. Whispers of desire had crossed the wrong ears, and in that instant, her life was stolen without question. She begged. Pleaded. Tried to understand. He remained cold, unyielding, untouchable. And in her confusion, she convinced herself of a story that wasn't true: that he must love her. That beneath the rough edges, the anger, the cruelty, there was a man capable of tenderness. She fell for him. Hopelessly. Recklessly. Entirely. She followed him, confessed to him, clung to the faintest glimpses of softness she thought she saw. Every protective gesture, every glance of anger, every violent act she witnessed, she misread them all as love. But she was wrong. She was never meant to be his. She was a gift. A possession to be delivered to someone else. And by the time the truth claws through her illusions, her heart has already been claimed by the wrong man. Two brothers. One woman. And in the shadowed corners of their world, where darkness is law and nightmares are real, the game of obsession, and forbidden love begins.