A Fall Of Marigolds Novels & Stories

Abigail POV I ran my heels as I watched that guy drag Candice out of nowhere. I think she fainted since I can't see her moving anymore. Sounds confusing I am right? Five hours ago... As I finished my photoshoot, Candice immediately went to my side and hand me a bouquet of roses. She giggled as she give me the card. I frown looking her "What?" I asked her. "What? Read it!" She said excitedly. "I already know what kind of bullshits inside. Did Dylan send this again?" I asked her then she nodded her head and began squealing.

"Oh, Carlo. Look at me. Take a good look... Whose wedding do you think this is? This is my wedding. Mine, and I'll be marrying Luca. And you? You're just a madman crashing someone else's wedding." His smile froze. Tears rolled down his face. "No… It's not true… Rosa, you love me…" I dropped the wilted roses at his feet. "You're wrong. I did love you...but that was in another life. You murdered that love with your own hands, and my life along with it. All I have for you in this life is hate." I took Luca's arm and walked past Carlo without looking back. His cries echoed behind me, but none of that mattered to me anymore.

The sounds around her became chaos. The tunnel was tighter than she expected. Sharp rusted edges scraped painfully along her arms and shoulders as she forced herself deeper inside. Behind her the noise of the compound became muffled. Nova gritted her teeth and shoved harder. Almost there. The opening narrowed painfully around her ribs for one terrifying second before she finally slipped through the other side and tumbled hard into wet grass beyond the compound walls. Nova sucked in a shaky breath and quickly rolled onto her stomach behind thick overgrown brush. Floodlights swept across the outer walls while wolves rushed along the barricades preparing for the Hollowfangs gathering deeper in

knowing she had a way of cornering me, pushing me into situations I wanted no part of. I didn’t wait for her to answer. With everyone focused on the two, I quietly slipped away, heading back towards the place the old man was standing next to. Overgrown branches clawed at me, but I pressed on, parting the bushes until I found them–the marigolds. Their vibrant orange petals looked almost out of place against the grave’s cracked and weathered stone. A chill ran through me as I bent down to touch the flowers, their presence stirring memories I’d rather keep buried.

Gregor POV By the time the sun burned through the last of the storm, the forest had gone too quiet. No birds. No frogs. Not even the soft hum of fae light that usually drifted above the wildflowers. Just wind, sliding through the ravine like a blade. Marigold walked beside me, her hair still damp, jacket patched and muddy, the Fae — or, as she insisted, “Barbie the Glorious Sparkle Pest” — fluttering in lazy circles above her head. The Fae grumbled the entire time.

With a heavy heart, I sighed, forcing my hands to stop trembling as I reached for the shopping bag. My fingers brushed against the crisp paper, the sound loud in the silence between us. When I opened it, the bright flash of red almost hurt my eyes. A tight, short gown. Blood-red. With a small size matching heels. I swallowed hard. “Uhmm… thank you,” I said softly not to sound ungrateful, my voice barely more than a breath. “But this… this gown won’t fit me. You know I... uhm…” “Just say you know you are a fat pig and you can’t wear sexy dresses.”

***Marisol’s POV*** The air pressed down on me, thick as a wet grave shroud. The scent of damp earth flooded my senses, clinging to the back of my throat like a forgotten sorrow. I was back in that place. The ghost of my childhood home. Its adobe walls now sagging like rotten fruit. The courtyard tiles cracked and sprouting blackened thorns that wept a viscous, amber resin—sticky and smelling faintly of decay. The bougainvillea, my mother’s pride, was a withered skeleton against the pale sky of the dream. Its papery flowers replaced by husks that rattled like dried scorpion tails in the wind.

She did not approach immediately, because something in her already knew that approach would not change what had already been concluded before her arrival, and yet her body moved anyway, not out of urgency but out of a quiet need to confirm what perception was already refusing to soften. When she reached him, there was no need to touch him to understand. Her attention fell first on his hand, which rested slightly open in a way that did not suggest abandonment but completion, and inside it lay a marigold that had already begun to lose its color, not dramatically, not symbolically, but simply in the way natural things fade when time no longer supports their original state, and the sight of it d

Because the garden was decorated with fairy lights and flowers. On the ground it was written HAPPY BIRTHDAY TARA with night glowing flowers which she loves. Before anyone could say anything a loud noise caught their attention and they all looked at the sky. There was a HAPPY BIRTHDAY TARA and it glowed like a firecracker. After that it started to crack and the dark sky became lightened. Shayari was totally shocked and amazed she had no words to say. Her tears were not Stopping at all. But the difference was that she was crying in happiness not in sadness. For a change and that too because of Aarhan.

said Professor Alex pleasantly. “I will announce something important to all of us. But first I will explain our current situation. You must know that the world is getting out of control. Last night, I chatted with a board member from the Hope organization. They think that if the world will collapse soon and within two months, seventy percent of the human population will become terrible creatures due to the 'S' virus,” said Professor Alex in a serious tone. All members of the Jaguar team listened carefully to Professor Alex's words.