Double Carnation Lei Novels & Stories

Both were slender and gorgeous. Remus wore a long, light blue cloak with a golden belt, paired with a dark yellow leather boots. He turned away from Thorn and Leila, whispering to Rina. Rina, dressed in a cherry-red satin gown, skin as white as a sheet, grinned manically and gave Leila a defiant look. Under everyone’s sharp gaze, Thorn took Leila’s right hand and walked up to the center of the pentagram. “Father,” Thorn said to Eros, who came forward to greet them, “This is Leila.”

she asks, curious. “Yes—roast with fruit and honey. Exactly the way you wanted,” I reply, my chest swelling with pride. She deserves the very best I can give her. “Then let’s go,” she answers, excited. Her eyes gleam with anticipation as she takes my hand. “I told her to leave it on the table outside the castle, near the garden of black-and-red carnations,” I explain as I lead her down the corridor. These past days I’ve noticed how much she loves flowers. Morbóvia has its own varieties—not as brightly colored as those in other realms, but beautiful in their own way. The blood carnation is one of them: petals black with red streaks, elegant and sophisticated, as if painted with blood.

Brenna boasted. Lily's jaw dropped. "There's a whiteboard?" "In my sewing room," replied Helena. "Beside the mannequin in the dress I'm creating for your eldest's baptism. It's gender-neutral—light gold with small lions on the hem." Vandaulf swung around to Lily, appalled. "Lions?" "Symbol of Carlston heritage!" trilled Helena. "And besides, they're adorable and fierce. Like you when a person devours the last pancake."

Daiji continued, introducing the pair of Kitsune flanking them with a jerk of his head in each of their directions. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, girl. Get any angrier and you’ll be as crimson as my nails,” Navin spoke…and wiggled her fucking fingers in my face. “I got them done just before we left to come here. I wanted yellow, but I figured Soaré would be wearing the color.”

#cemetery# #supernatural world# #Dark magic vs action# Why subject yourself to that screaming banshee? ♥Elena's POV♥ Lilium candidium, the botanical name of white lily which is popularly known as the cemetery plant grew around the graveyard and blossomed into beautiful flowers which symbolized the innocence that has been restored to the soul of the departed. The blossom opened as if each flower were a book-- a book that was more sculpted divinely than written, the ink infusing into the petals to give them their soft glow while the flowers gave a subtle aromatic fragrance to the graveyard.

Although it was unusual to her, she just chose to ignore it. Once she was back to her table, Freya asked her in a whisper- like tone, “Your last name is Leblanc? I thought it was Lopez?!” she asked so while her eyes were wide with shock. True that Freya was not very close with the redhead woman, and that she only knows the woman in a professional sense, but she does know that the last time the woman’s last name was Lopez and not Leblanc. “It’s actually Mrs. Leblanc.” Mrs.Leblanc then shyly raised her left hand and showed Freya her wedding ring: a pebble- sized cat’s eye stone— a Cymophane that has a fiery red hue and a rose gold line as the cat’s eye. It was nestled into a hand-cuffed design

Rina was struck dumb because everything Lana had on, from the jewelry to the dress and the shoes were from Cassia's catalogue. The dress Lana was wearing was part of a collection called "Vivacious." There were only two of this black dress in the world. A Russian princess already bought one while Lana was wearing the other currently. "How on Earth was she able to get a dress from Cassia's catalogue?" Rina thought bitterly as her eyes met Lana's, However, that was not the only thing she was worried about. She looked up at Damien's face again, and was enraged to see him still staring at Lana in awe.

While the ancestors had been specialists, Leela was the embodiment of the whole. As she stilled her breathing in the master suite, the muddy green of the toxin didn't just fade—it was forced out by a rising tide of colors that Northcott’s "quieting" formula couldn't suppress. Within the stone, four distinct lights began to swirl, merging into the breathtaking galaxy that was her signature: Sapphire for the depth of the Water. Ruby for the living spark of Fire. Emerald for the grounded strength of Earth. Pearl for the infinite reach of the Wind.

"But I recently learnt that they do, and I decided to learn about them." "That's so cute and very unusual coming from you." She smiled. He picked out one flower and gave it to her. It was a carnation flower, the lighter shade of red. "I was told that carnation flowers often symbolizes fascination and distinction. You know that I am endlessly fascinated by you. And yes, you are different, rare, and I am lucky that you are mine." Luciana watched him speechlessly, seemingly unable to react. He then picked up another flower and gave it to her. It was a violet flower.

Then Leah presented a bouquet of carnations to Diana, her delicate face filled with smiles, "Here, to celebrate your impending motherhood~" Diana: "…Thank you." The first bouquet of carnations Diana received wasn't from her child, but from Leah. Leah looked at her belly, eyes full of tenderness, "First, let me give you some carnations to awaken your maternal radiance." Diana blinked, "Okay... but what else did you bring?" "Nothing else." "Nothing else?" "Yeah." Leah nodded honestly, "I spent all my earnings on Colin's first night, so now I'm broke."