Novel & Cerita Bleeding Heart Funeral Spray

The air inside the funeral chamber felt unbearably dense, as though every ounce of oxygen had been absorbed by the towering black marble walls. The scent of incense mingled with the fragrance of thousands of white lilies and roses, enveloping every corner of the mourning hall and creating an atmosphere that was both sacred and ominous. In the center of the spacious room, a finely carved mahogany coffin stood upon a small platform illuminated by the dim glow of yellow lights.

Only because our son begged to go to the amusement park, my wife, Nyla Frost, a wealthy heiress, ended up in a car accident on the way there, leaving her permanently paralyzed from the waist down. To punish us, she slashed our daily allowance to a mere ten cents. For the past three years, my son and I had no choice but to survive by scavenging through trash every day, even fighting the dogs for scraps. One day, my son was so hungry that he lost all reason. He ate a few crumbs of a cookie that our family doctor had accidentally dropped on the floor. My wife flew into a rage, accusing him of having filthy, thieving hands. As punishment, she made him stand outside in the pouring rain for th

I shut the door and lock it. The air inside is neutral—my space, my control. I cross to the dresser, pull open the second drawer, and dig under folded shirts until my fingers close around the small glass bottle hidden beneath them. My scent‑masking spray. The one I made myself. The one strong enough to bury Sylvie’s signature completely. The one I keep on hand for moments exactly like this. I uncap it and spray twice across my throat, once across my wrists, once down the front of my shirt. The sharp herbal blend hits instantly, swallowing the cedar and sage beneath it.

Before I could refuse, she pulled a small silver spray bottle from her purse and aimed it at Noah. “Don’t!” I yelled. But it was too late. Hisss— A sharp, chemical scent filled the air. It was an inhibitor spray, used to forcibly suppress the feral instincts of low-ranking werewolves. For a pure-blooded Alpha pup, it was poison. Noah’s body went rigid, then began to convulse violently. His small face turned beet red as he struggled to breathe, his dark eyes wide with pain and terror. “Noah!” My heart shattered. I held him tighter, trying to use my own energy to fight off the effects of the spray.

She rushes to her bag and pulls out a spray can. “Pepper spray?” “No,” she replies, shaking the can. “It’s bergamot... laced with 0.1% wolfsbane.” She sprays it on me. I instantly gag. The smell is awful. “What is that?” I choke. “My secret weapon. It masks scent. Annoying, but effective.” I stare, still coughing. She frowns. “Strange. It affects werewolves, not humans. Why did it make you gag?”

He set it on the vanity and vanished as quickly as he’d appeared. I opened the lid. Inside lay two dozen white roses. They were exquisite, but they were wrong. They were preserved in a state of unnatural, waxy perfection, their petals stiff and cold. They were the exact variety Antonio had filled the church with for my funeral. I reached into the box and pulled out a small, silver vial Jax had prepared for me. It contained a chemical accelerant, a specialized rot-agent. I began to spray the blooms. Slowly, before my eyes, the pristine white began to brown at the edges. The petals curled and shriveled, the scent of fresh floral sweetness turning into the cloying, sickly stench of organic deca

"I guess I would be going so you can eat your food." "No, please stay. I want company and I don't like to eat alone." He said, catching my hand. I stopped and met his eyes. "I want to show you something." He retrieved a bouquet from the cupboard. I looked at it, then up at him. "It's beautiful. Which perfume did you use." "It's a spray called Love Interior Aromatic Room Spray. It has floral notes of neroli, ylang-ylang, and jasmine mixed with spicy notes of vetiver and patchouli for the most romantic scent. It even contains rose quartz crystals for added love energy."

"These say peace." "They also say funeral," Lilith countered with an arched eyebrow. I laughed, feeling the tension in my shoulders ease slightly. "What about a mix? The lilies for strength, the roses for healing, and—" I reached for sprays of purple lavender, "—these for calm." "Perfect compromise, Alpha," Lilith said with an exaggerated bow that made Emma snort.

** There are a total of Twelve jars here and I'd like for you to do three thigs for me, One tell me which ones are poisonous and which ones have healing qualities, Two tell me their names and Three what can they heal ** { okay, simple enough } She walked over to the table and looked at the jars one by one then placed them down on the table, Eight on one side and Four on the other side then turned to look at us { These Eight : Night Shade, Blood Grass, Thistle Dew, Rowdy Thorn, Jadedhorn, Wodstart, Hoghew and Gnasham are poison plants while these Four : Honeylily, Willowslade, Sunnyvein and Heartsap are healing plants, with Honeylilly and Willowslade being the cures for Blood Grass and Night

My blood was boiling from anger and a chill ran down my spine, seeing how much effort someone put into making me a character from a thriller. “Say that you are leaving my future boyfriend alone, or I will never let you out of this maze. I am waiting!” the message in the card ordered.