Cress Novels & Stories

That faithful moment that changed her and her sister’s life forever. Rie dried her face using the towel hanging on her shoulder and then walked out of the bathroom. She weakly sat down on the bed. She no longer knew what was happening. Rie was still drinking tea made of flax seeds every night. Flax seed was one of the major ingredients for a sleeping potion.

I mutter tiredly. She hops on to my bed. "Stop deviating. You were having a sex dream. Who was it? Lemme guess- "You're not guessing anything. It was a nightmare." I tell her. "A nightmare that made you moan so loudly." She teased. I roll my eyes. "Now that we're back in Cress Heights the dreams are back too. This place is cursed." I mutter.

"Yes. I ran off the path and wasn't paying attention to how far I'd come." "Well, it's your lucky day, then," Eric said, pushing himself to his feet and unfolding his map. "I've got the forest mapped from Madison to here. It won't take but twenty minutes to get back." I stood too. "Thank you. I'm sorry for sidetracking you from your work." "No worries. Because of you, I have a lovely Coccinellidae specimen to study." A smile graced his lips. "A Coccinellidae is a-?"

She walked to a store to get water. "Ma'am, give me a bottle of water. Here's your money." Ariande handed the money over to the lady. The storekeeper went in to get the bottled water. "Thanks." Ariande appreciated and left the store. Ariande saw a mansion. The mansion was fabulous. Its exterior design was splendid. Soon, her eyes darted towards a bill board. It reads: A maid is urgently needed. Apply in person. Ariande immediately knocked on the huge gate. A man in his middle forties opened the gate.

I approach cautiously, trying not to disturb her slumber. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I glance at the computer screen in front of her. The document displayed on the screen is titled "Fragrance of Love." My heart skips a beat as I realize that this must be the copy of the book she was working on, the one named after the scent of Tuberose. Could it be that Ema is Tuberose?

Vanessa gripped her hair tightly with both hands and rolled on the bed in frustration. "What is this? What is this? Ahh!", she shouted in a high-pitched voice as she wriggled her legs angrily on the bed. She suddenly thought of something and she got up from bed. She smirked at her wise personality. She got up from the bed and walked to the dressing mirror. She used her hand to make her hair neat back. After she was done, she walked out of her room in her spaghetti straps yellow short dress. The dress reached just above her knees, somewhere in her mid-thighs.

As Lauren turned to look at Andrew, she quickly caught the eye of several onlookers. "Yes, there's a small item I'm interested in," Andrew replied with a smile. "Is it a medicinal herb, Andrew?" Francesca asked, and Andrew nodded. "Yes, a Celestial Nymphaea." Francesca thoughtfully explained, "The Celestial Nymphaea is a premium medicinal herb, highly valued by medical experts and serious collectors. Though in Jayrodale, unlike metropolises like Chetvine, there probably won't be many interested bidders—you should get it easily."

My destination: the training wing where I knew Cressa would be training obsessively, like she was preparing for a war only she knew was coming. I found the door, didn’t bother knocking. I slammed it open. Cressa stood by a crate of crossbow bolts, her braid pulled tight and her sleeves rolled up and trousers bunches around her ankles. She looked up instantly, eyes locking on me. Her expression changed in a flash from focus to alarm. "Mira? What…" She dropped the bolt she was holding and rushed toward me. "You’re bleeding and wet. Why are you bleeding and wet? What the hell happened to you? You look like you crawled out of a grav

But since it was easy for him to read, he was fine with it. “Rosenblum, Cisberry, Bakigia… What are these things, Darrion?” Jai asked. “Those are the names of plants. Rosenblum is a type of plant that produces flowers. Cisberry is a, well, type of berry, and they’re very sweet. While Bakigia… I heard it’s a type of tree in the south. I don’t know much about it,” Darrion answered, trying to explain each one.

‘It sounded very, very important because Omems voice was an octave higher then usual, which means she was impressed. ‘Is that crocus a medicinal plant with a lot of power perhaps?’ Maddie wanted to know She tought Esmee's characterization of her grandmother was interesting. 'No idea. Maybe it’s used by druids, ‘Esmee said, but shrugged,’ it could also be a name used for something else.’ Esmee and Rodolf walked towards the library together to find out, but Raven had other ideas. ‘I'll go with Rodolf,’ he said, ‘otherwise people will only be kissing instead of searching.’