Edens Garden Novels & Stories

Together, they decided to add a new section to the exhibit—a tribute to the Harpers, honoring the family’s connection to the garden and the sacrifices Henry had made. On Edward’s final day in Port Haven, the group gathered in the garden for a quiet ceremony. Beneath the arbor, they planted a flowering dogwood tree, its delicate blossoms a symbol of resilience and renewal. Edward placed a small plaque at the base of the tree, engraved with the words: “In memory of Henry and Eleanor— A love that grows beyond time.” As they stood together, watching the sun set over the garden, Lillian felt a profound sense of peace. The unexpected twist of Edward’s arrival had brought new meaning to their journ

he exclaimed, his face lighting up with joy. I knelt to his level, ruffling his hair. “Of course, I did. How could I forget your favorite candy?” Ryan, who had been observing quietly, chuckled. Eden grabbed my hand and began tugging me toward the garden. “Come! You have to meet our new friend !” The garden was a lively scene. Children were running around with new toys, their laughter filling the air. But what caught my attention—and froze me in my tracks—was the man in the center of it all.

— (POV of Eliza Claire Gold, 5 years ago in the Golden Heart pack, Auryn City) “Eli! Eli! May I come in?” I heard a soft knock at the door when I was busy reading an economics book. I asked in a puzzled tone, “Eden? What are you doing here now?” Eden answered promptly, “I will go out for two days. Before leaving, I thought to pay you a visit. Are you busy?” I opened the door hastily as I answered, “No, I was just reading some boring stuff. Where are you going, brother?”

Chapter Forty-One Rhea stepped out of the pack house and into the vast garden, her sandals brushing softly against the cobblestone path. The early morning sun filtered through the trees, casting gentle rays on the lush greenery that surrounded her. Colorful flowers bloomed in every direction, their fragrance fresh and calming as it lingered in the air. The garden was beautifully maintained, with vines trailing over white trellises and butterflies dancing between the petals. It felt like a sanctuary, far removed from the tension of the dining room.

The image lodged in my throat: Adam, small and serious, hugging a threadbare bear. “And gardens.” Edward’s gaze drifted over the manicured lawns sloping to the water. “He’d follow the head gardener every Saturday. Insisted on planting bulbs himself. Tulips and roses, mostly. Said they were disciplined— they grew exactly where you put them.” A pause. “He liked order.” I pictured Adam’s hands now—large, decisive—pressing soft soil around bright bulbs. “Then?” I asked quietly.

If she knew he’d spent every single night after, stroking himself to the memory of her tiny frame curled up and moaning his name. Tonight, maybe, he’d make her say it out loud. With her lips on his skin. And this time, she’d know he was watching. The rooftop garden was quiet, wrapped in moonlight and shadows. The faint sound of the city thrummed far below, but up here, it felt like another world. Private. Hidden. Dangerous. Eden leaned back against the iron railing, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his blazer. His pulse was steady, but low in his stomach, heat simmered. She was coming. She said she’d come.

“Fine. Alright, I'll do as you asked. Perhaps it could prove to be a fruitful endeavor afterall.” And so here I was, being led to our garden's gazebo, where my apparent future mate was waiting to meet me. I found my steps slowing as I approached the tall, slim figure standing over one of my mother’s pots thoughtfully, and the closer I got, the sharper his features became. Eden was breathtakingly beautiful.

Enzo's hand rested on my thigh, inching higher as we hit a red light. 'You trust me, right?' 'Always,' I murmured, my breath catching as his fingers brushed the edge of my lace panties. Not long after, we pulled up to a non-descript building in the heart of downtown, but the sign hit me like a jolt. Club Eden. Bold red letters glowing against the night. Even from inside the car, I could feel the pulse of bass thumping through the air, mixed with laughter and something darker, more primal. My heart raced.

She gently brushed her fingertips over a blooming white rose. “Daddy, and Ronan finally got tired of us taking over the gardens, so they built this greenhouse for us, and called it Eden." The smile on her face lingered, but sadness flickered behind her eyes. “I remember seeing your parents on the news,” I said quietly, and she nodded. “I still expect to hear Mama singing off-key to Celine Dion songs whenever I come in here.” For a moment, neither of us spoke, and a birdsong drifted in from somewhere outside.

"Of course I remember. Can we talk?" Eden's request was given a nod to the head by Saraz. The two then headed for the side door of the shelter leading to a tea garden. While Perol first handed out the bread he brought to the children who some had peeked at the door. "How are you, my lady?" Eden asked, as soon as they reached the tea garden. Saraz chuckles. "Just call me Saraz. Moreover ... I was just a legitimate Luna Elden for a day," she recalled how Elden died after their marriage.