Ao3 Fleur Novels & Stories

The unknown floral scent getting higher in the air, overpowering the scent of the flowers in the meadow. Oh Luna save me! -Aysha

Hello Readers, I wanted to thank all of you that read The Alpha's Flower it is the first story I have written. Thanks for all of your comments and support. Please check out my other two stories The Human Mated to Three and The Players Love. One last thing I will be making more books for different characters in The Alpha's Flower. Kate and the Red Moon Twin Alphas, Jason and Deserae, and Derek and Rose's triplets will be coming soon. Violet will have her own book, while Derek Jr and Blake will have one as well.

"I can talk to him for hours about literally nothing and not get bored. His laugh that he doesn't show a lot, it's deep and beautiful and his eyes light up when he's genuinely laughing. He calls me Bloom like it's my real name and it makes me feel special to him because he's the only one who can call me that otherwise it won't feel right. Every time he stands so close to me and I just feel like I'm going to melt. He cares about me so much, he'll hardly let me drive alone and will give me a ride even if I have my car. He always makes sure I get home safe. When he gets bored while I'm trying to tutor him and starts throwing random things like erasers or pillows or chips at me and will start to

She climbed down from the bed slowly and walked close to Xander. "You did what!" She screamed and held his shirt. " You dare to me,you prick! And to worsen it, you changed my dress and my... you are so dead." Ariande couldn't think or say what else her boss had done. Xander didn't move, he only smiled. He could see her beauty in her anger. He was lost in those green eyes. And her anger made them sparkle. The fan blew her long black silky hair. Her lips were moving but he didn't hear anything, he only watched and thought of how tasty they would be. Ariande snapped her fingers at him when she noticed that he wasn't listening.

I gazed at Zephanie, who was happily nodding at Crisha. "Amari Fleur, Collection d'Amari owner and well-known as the goddess of unique creations in Paris and other countries. I think we have been friends for quite some time since I went to Paris with Rafael. Do you remember that, Rafael? When I told you I met a brilliant woman? I was talking about Fleur." Zephanie said, which made me stiff. Does Fleur know who Zephanie and her future husband are? Is that the reason why she kept avoiding me? Or has she known for a long time?

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.

--- Fleur - Flower --- “Fleur Jean.” And the day stops just like that with Sal running off and Cerise shouting for her to come back as she heads off to their destination. Sadly enough, in the eyes of the swans, it’s a crazy woman shouting at nothing, and in the eyes of the aurums, it’s a master angered at its escaping hybrid.

Aerys turned on the computer and pulled a book containing the scheduled appointments from her right. She immersed herself and reviewed the book. It is to see if there are any changes made from yesterday. "Oh! Good morning Aerys. How was your day off?" Fleur Berkins is a petite woman in her late 20's. From her appearance, one wouldn't expect that she was already a mother of two. She is happily married to her husband, who she met during her college days. She is a skilled Aromatherapists. Aerys flashed her radiant smile at Fleur.

Different from the equally sweet scent that wafted across the room now. He couldn't explain why he was longing for her this badly, ever since he had woken up to prepare for the festival. Releasing a soft sigh, he deeply drew in some of the scent in the air. Unbeknownst to him, it was the intoxicating scent of the Flora’yn Bloom. He had actually been affected by the flower, just like Ambrose and his other men. But the effect wasn't obvious, because the only woman he found himself longing for, was Vaelora.

She goes home at noon because she has been going home at noon on Tuesdays since the arrangement with Cristina began — the mornings at the office, the afternoons for the larger work, the division that has held for three years, and continues to hold. She walks home through the April Gràcia streets. The jasmine on the building across from the apartment is at the height of its bloom — she has been noting the date of first bloom since the third year of the second life, and it has been between the fifteenth and the nineteenth of March every year without exception. She arrives at the apartment. She makes coffee. The coffee smells wrong.