Apa Itu Lilac Mga Nobela at Kwento

I huffed, tossing my hands in the air. As if she didn’t analyze my aura enough the past four years. What was even worse was that I had a feeling what she was going to say, and I did not want to hear it. “Lilac here used to be as dull as dishwater. The only time I’d ever see any color from her was when she’d get into trouble, and it was usually anger. Bright, red, and chaotic. Her life has done a complete three-sixty since then, and so has her aura.”

Lilac continued to drone on while asking, "Am I ugly, Mister? Why won't you play with me?" She looked upset as she was talking. Curtis subconsciously eyed Lilac. Somehow, he stopped in his tracks when he saw her looking disappointed. He then looked condescendingly at her. Lilac was also looking up at him. She wore her hair in double French braids. Perhaps it was because she had just crawled out of the dog hole earlier, her princess dress was now dirtied. Her face was also covered with some mud.

That name is funnier than anything I could have brought up. I turn around to face the window. I'm locked in a trance. A lucid dream as it seems. My thoughts rotate around her. "Liliana." I taste her name on my lips. She is supposed to be an Emit, sold to the low class Viatores, but why did Lucas gift her to me? Inhaling sharply again, I perceive a super feminine scent of warm floral jasmine, freesia and rose with sprinkled strawberry vanilla. Soothing. Silent. But then, the door yanks off, colossally breaking into fragments. A scent of cinnamon, grapefruit with mint citrus and faint floral jasmine streams in before my eyes captures Lucas' frame.

She's the queen of the Drakin, so as I said before, just a figment of my imagination and my way of wishing my life was a little bit more interesting than it is now. By the time I'm in the living room I see Greg is also dressed. Formally. Lilac pants show off his long legs and a lighter shade fabric of the same color is used for the long sleeve shirt. He fills it up well and the button up looks really nice. It's white with a lilac accent. He catches me staring and raises an eyebrow in question. I roll my eyes and look away. "Nice outfit." He chuckles. "Thanks. Are you attending a funeral or something by the way?"

He chuckled in disbelief, "You're teacher must be insane. You three broke your back over that report." I gave him a small chuckle and nodded, "No. Andy and I burnt midnight oil, but Dae-Hyun... he was who-" "Speaking of Dae-Hyun, how is it that you, his older brother, are friends with Lilac?" Hyun-Ki shifted to face my brother and slightly and knit his brows, "Lilac did a project with him at our house." "And what you bothered her while she was working?" Roux scoffed. Hyun-Ki raised his brows, "No, but we did chat as I took her and her friend home."

I tell him Lilac's wedding is this coming Saturday and Mr. Marcel is making sure everything goes perfect for his little girl. Lilac actually stopped working for her father a year and half ago and she is now pursuing her dreams of being a photographer. She loves nature and taking pictures so she decided to have a career in that. So for the past months she has been traveling around the world with her fiancee exploring things. Now they are back for the wedding and I have been trusted by her to make her dress instead of Zia much to her displeasure.

The sight before them left Lucianne awestruck. Her widened sapphire eyes took in the large field of freesias of all colors before them. She took small steps towards a batch of red ones near where she was standing, and inhaled the fruity scent. Her Lycan mate was next to her when he asked softly through their link, ‘Do you like it?’ Her excited sapphire orbs met his nervous lilac ones as she said, ‘What’s not to like? Look at the flowers! It’s like they run for acres! I can’t even see the end of this field. It’s amazing!’

Jai immediately told him, and Yuta nodded. “I won’t. I’m just taking a look at it.” Yuta said, examining the wound again. He noticed a very faint purple lining around the wound. “It’s close to lilac. Is it diluted or is it the thick one? The Violet Lily? Or is it Gun Petal?” He muttered to himself. “But isn’t Gun Petals pink, brother?” Ruta asked in confusion. “Yes. But the center part of it is thick purple pink. If we squeeze that out, we’ll get a substance that’s purple pink in color. But looking at this lilac color… I don’t think it’s Gun Petals now…” Yuta said.

“You better sleep with one eye open because I am coming for those brats and you, sister. This time, I’ll shut your mouth forever. I parted my lips to speak but sneezed, breaking into a coughing fit. I stumbled as the line died, running my hands through my hair, I turned to see Atlas and the culprit — several baskets full of Lilies. Atlas raised an eyebrow at me before his eyes drifted to the Lilies. He closed the distance between us and stopped the staff. “Lilies? What are these doing here?” “Oh, sir. The CCO asked us to bring it in. The investors love it when we decorate the hall with Lilies. It’s a trademark for our partnership.”

Fresh scent of Lilac fills my nostrils made me crack open an eye. Nanlaki ang mata ko't napaawang ang labi ko sa tanawing bumungad sa akin. Napakalawak na lupain ng bulaklak ng Lilac. Sumasayaw ito kasabay ng malamig na ihip ng hangin. May iilan pang petals na tangay ang hangin at umiikot sa paligid. Napakaliwanag. Napaka-tahimik at nakakagaan ng loob. Napakaganda.