Fleur Delacour Book Novels & Stories

She looks towards the familiar face. Elora is dressed in a light yellow maxi till her knees. "What has got you so lost, Muffin?" "Nothing," saying, she puts her book on the bed and gives all attention to her stepmother. "Let me see what my cute little muffin reads," she picks up the book. Her eyes start twitching reading the texts in the book. She turns it to see its cover. Evolution by Douglas J, says the title. "You've just finished college...take a chill dear," Elora says in a sweet voice.

The moon hung low outside the tall arched windows, it’s pale glow spilling like liquid silver across the polished floor. The air was still, save for the faint whisper or rain against the glass. Laura sat at the edge of the bed she now shared with Damian, the silken folds of her nightdress pooling around her like soft moonlight. Her hair, free from its braid, fell in waves down her back, gleaming faintly each time the firelight flickered. An open book lay across her lap. The Flora of the Northern Valleys. But her eyes had long since drifted from the neat inked words. Her thoughts were miles away, circling back again and again to the maid who had called herself Desa.

Who was still wrapped around her like a cobra viper, snarling at harry. He retreated and growled at harry, “Mine,”, Fleur placed her hands on his cheeks and made him look at her. She tiptoed and peck his lips in commitment, after few jiffies she tried to pulled back but looks like he had other plans, he placed his hand on her nap and kissed her deeply. I and Cora smiled at them. Fleur deserves this. They are so perfect. I was fully aware of heated gaze of my mate but I choose to ignore. I went to the library to give these love birds some space. ----------------------

Memphis crying to please her, she's now on the edge of the Ravine with just one wrong step she will fall in that deep sea down her. "No!! I told you, I will end this miserable life of mine, I t-told you!" Fleur cries as she turned herself to faced Memphis, but when Memphis tries to get closer to her Fleur step backward that literary gave them all goosebumps by hearing those little rocks falling in the deep sea.

Aerys turned on the computer and pulled a book containing the scheduled appointments from her right. She immersed herself and reviewed the book. It is to see if there are any changes made from yesterday. "Oh! Good morning Aerys. How was your day off?" Fleur Berkins is a petite woman in her late 20's. From her appearance, one wouldn't expect that she was already a mother of two. She is happily married to her husband, who she met during her college days. She is a skilled Aromatherapists. Aerys flashed her radiant smile at Fleur.

She was sitting on his bed smoking heavily. “ What are you doing here? Haven't you done enough? You're supposed to be in California. " He asked frustrated and she laughed. “ I just got back. Enough? No darling, I'm just getting started. I'm going to break that family but by bit until the have nothing much to savour from. Then I'm gonna kill them one by one till the last person. " “ Who are you?" “ I'm Flora. They came and they got everything I wanted. They took away my attention, they took Cole, they took my position, they took my wealth, they even took my name. "

He was always the gainer. "Why does he keep other girls then?" "Maybe I am not enough. I never was. I was and I am just a part of his desires." Carla's eyes widened hearing her words. She was new in this mansion. Before her two maids were killed and their bodies were found in pieces because they called the master a monster. When Carla was appointed to this job, she got to know about the fate of the previous maids. Since then she decided to keep her lips sealed. But seeing today's brutality she failed to keep herself silent. She blurted out everything that she was holding for a long.

I kept scrolling and reading the information until I got to some uploaded photos on that site. “La Collection d’Amari?” I said when I got to the last photo, and I found out that it was luxury jewelry, so I stopped reading the information on that site. Fleur is a fashion designer, not a jewelry designer. I've been browsing the internet for almost an hour but still can't find any information about Fleur. I closed the tabs, and then my laptop shut down. I didn't think that Fleur was such a private person that even the internet couldn't give her almost any information. I was about to quit looking for Fleur when Hans and Mira suddenly entered my mind.

She wasn’t sure what this new chapter would demand from her. When she reached the bedroom, she quietly opened the door, expecting to find the space empty and inviting. Instead, what she saw made her stop in her tracks. Mrs. Hayden, the housekeeper, was standing by the bed, holding Delilah’s large black book—the book! The one where Delilah had jotted down notes about her clients' gory requests. It wasn’t just any book—it was private, and Mrs. Hayden had it open, her eyes scanning its pages with a focused intensity.

The weather has matched his mood perfectly for twenty-three days now. Twenty-three days. Twenty-three days since Flora's demise. Twenty-three days of this purgatory, watching her breathe but not live. "I brought you a good book you are gonna like," Lucas says, reaching into his messenger bag. He pulls out a dog-eared copy of *Pride and Prejudice*, its spine cracked from frequent reading. "I thought I might read to you again today. The nurses say that's good—that you might be able to hear me." He opens to where the bookmark indicates his progress and clears his throat.