Chess Flowering Heart Novels & Stories

She was too hungry and angry at Alaris to be anywhere he was. He annoyed her. “You loved it the first time. I thought you would be grateful for a second.” “Grateful?” She scoffed and he moved closer, as he freed her hand from her hair and tucked something heavy within her grip. “It is a Nightshade flower made of gold. My best one.” He would have given her a heart but he knew how that had gone the last time he gifted someone a heart. It had created an enmity that would last till the end of time.

Matthew didn’t further pursue the matter, [“All right, then. I can’t force you anyway.” “Ok, thank you.” Upon returning to where her father was, she saw that he was standing in front of his beloved plants to which she smiled. If things go well, his heart palpitations will rarely happen as long as he controls his emotions and doesn’t overreact. “Pa, what kind of flower is this?” “Hm, that’s Lilac while this one is Daphne. That one with yellow and brown mixed was the sunflower. Do you remember that time?”

Artemisia pulled some letters, admiring the gold of the back, there were drawings of leaves so delicate that the young woman could spend hours and hours watching it. Artemisia landed six cards in the middle of the sunflower table, Tinea turned the cards carefully, looking intently at them. In the first letter turned, the woman did not make a very good expression, the letter had a drawing of a flower similar to the belladonna flower, but a little different, below the drawing and was written in gold "Lily-of-the-black wind". The second letter had a drawing of a grayish trunk with pink flowers rising from it, below, also in golden letters, was written "Judas-tree".

When there’s finally a lull in drink orders, I walk over to Cassandra. “Hey, Cass, can I ask you something?” “Sure you can,” she says while wiping down the bar. “You love plants and gardening and all that jazz; could you tell me what flower this is?” I ask, pulling out my phone and showing her a picture of the flowers Jartre sent me. She glances at the picture and smiles, “Oh, those are beautiful! Those are called aster. Did someone give those to you?” “My boyfriend did,” I say, beam with pride, even though calling Jartre my boyfriend feels weird.

Keira POV As I approached the back door garden of the castle, I was immediately struck by the lovely plants that surrounded me. The crisp air of early autumn is infused with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the gentle rustling of fallen leaves underfoot. Golden yellow chrysanthemums nodded lazily in the breeze, while deep purple asters sway gently alongside delicate pink and white carnations. Clusters of tall, spiky purple Liatris added height and drama to the garden, and the bright red of scarlet sage blooms added a vibrant pop of color.

Her new necklace swinging gently between her breasts, “My word, Honey. You look incredible.” She grins and sits back down, and Ash feels Kai’s hand next to his on the small of her back. Jessie’s present from Eliza was next, he’s not seen it yet and he’s intrigued, “Merlin did help me make this, but I did design most of it.” Merlin nods and Ash pays it more attention as Jessie opens her last present. It’s a beautiful chess board, the board was a grid of pieces of blue labradorite as the dark tiles, white marble with dark grey lines running through it being the others. There’s a line of gold Damascus steel around the edge of the grid. The rest of the box is white quartz which has a cavity insi

I study her face for a moment before reaching for the parcel beside me. The paper wrapping crinkles softly beneath my fingers as I begin opening it carefully. Aspyn leans slightly closer, anticipation practically shining in her eyes. When the wrapping finally parts fully, I lift the flower from within. It is smaller than most ordinary blossoms, almost delicate in appearance. Dark crimson petals curl inward around a black center dusted faintly with silver pollen. Beautiful. Deadly. Aspyn stares openly at it. “That?” she asks quietly. I smile faintly.

The steady stream of them reminding me that next time I think Corbyn could care for me at all, could very well end in my death. That empty space in my chest keeps making the same mistakes as the organ that used to live there. Desperate. Pathetic. Devlin. I come across a room with vase after vase filled with flowers. Every one of them is intricate, some glass, some I assume could be real gold, but as I walk farther into the room, each card attached is in congratulations of the upcoming wedding. Some are filled with nothing but pristine-looking white roses, while others have a colorful combination of flowers I could never name, but one… one catches my eye.

With a roll of his eyes, he picked her up bridal style. His beast was enjoying every second of it while Calix wanted to put her down and make the annoying sparks he felt, stop. He saw how tears spilled down her now fiery red cheeks, but he couldn't care less. His tiny mate ended up falling asleep with her face buried in his chest. Calix couldn't help but feel comforted at her actions. He felt at peace with her and that's what fueled his anger. He looked down at the little flower he was currently holding, a single question bothering him.

I move the chips even though there are quite a few, so I lean in and the gaze of the three men falls on my breasts Noah clicks his tongue inconvenience. You have two seconds to stop looking at her breasts or it will be the last thing you will look at, and I will give the blonde a nice necklace with all your eyes, he said. They look away immediately, their eyes shining with horror, which makes me laugh and Noah winks at me. The last card arrives, the dealer turns it over slowly, the guy from the bottom lets out a curse and he falls defeated into the chair. A king. Noah wins with a Four of Kings against a Full house type.