Fleur Delacour Book Novels & Stories

"So Della hasn’t just seduced Prince Jackson, but she’s climbing into another man's bed as well." Joy filled my heart as I watched Flora take picture after picture, the catharsis of revenge looming just past the horizon. After checking to make sure Della's face was clear, Flora nodded to herself contentedly and sent them to someone. "Who did you send it to?" I asked, unable to hide my curiosity. "It’s a secret. All you need to know is that Della is as good as dead now."

Fleur Landry, can you please come here and introduce yourself? Fleur looked at Mr. Rutherford and stood up to go to the front of the class. “My God she looks so much more beautiful up close", Zeeb thought to himself as her scent of roses and lilies filled Zeeb's nose when she passed by him. "Hi, everyone good morning, I'm Fleur Landry, I just moved here to Willow Creek from New Orleans. Nice to meet all of you." She said confidently. Her mellow voice was music to Zeeb's ear. It was feminine but authoritative, she talks with confidence and he was smitten.

Assurance that she is always at her side and comfort that she never receives from her family. FLORA is in the library of the mansion. Her Nanny left her there to get a refreshment for her while reading children 's books together. Flora was just obediently waiting for her Nanny when she saw a familiar face between the shelves of the big library. Flora got off from her seat as she started to go where she saw the familiar person. She walked between the shelves as she slowly peaked between the books. Her eyes widened when she saw Giselle reading a book between the shelves. She watched Giselle reading and the more she watched her the more she fell in her beauty. She feels like she saw a fairy in

Now it was time for payback. The young woman was dressed provocatively in a too tight gown which matched her striking green eyes. “I can see the resemblance,” Lysette said. “Except for the freckles. Don’t you find them ugly, my love?” “Some say they are kisses from the sun,” she remarked, moving restlessly beneath the coverlet. “I wonder what else has entered that pretty mouth.” “You are disgusting, de Mornay.” “Careful, Fleur. I could have you whipped.”

I inquired, smiling. "I'm Fleur," she introduced, her voice soft and melodious. "Sorry to ask, but what's the meaning of your name?" I asked, intrigued. "Flower," she replied, a gentle smile spreading across her face. "What a beautiful name," I exclaimed, genuinely impressed. Fleur's eyes lit up. "May I?" she requested, gesturing to the heel in my hand. I handed it over to her, and she took it with a gracious smile. “Did you have any activities you'd like to do, food you'd like to eat, or anything?” Fleur inquired, her tone warm and welcoming.

I watched the boat sway from side to side as Miles took a sip of the expensive champagne I’d bought in France earlier, when we met Valentina and Raffaele at Château du Sailhant. “So,” Miles began, “any more news about the flower’s whereabouts? Its power has me entranced—I can’t sleep at night. Thinking of its riches… those delicious drops dripping into our bank account.” He laughed so hard he almost fell off his chair. He then asked, “Do you think she can find it?” I leaned forward confidently, a sly smile playing on my lips. “Oh, I bet she can. We should let her lead and follow her like dogs—then, when she sniffs it out, we devour her like wolves.”

Time freezes as Declan's words hang in the air. Henry's hand is still wrapped around mine, warm and steady, while Declan's face twists with something between rage and triumph. "You know her?" Henry asks, looking between us. "Oh, I know her alright." Declan's laugh is cruel. "She's the barmaid who slapped me. Not Hattie Everett." Henry's hand goes slack in mine. The loss of his touch shouldn't hurt, but it does.

I was very confused, as I hadn’t told anyone I loved black roses. I started to think Samson had sent them and I panicked. If Nico found out, all our plan would blow up. No. Samson would never do something like that. He knew how hard we had worked to make sure I was able to marry into the DeLuca family. He wouldn’throw it all away to send me what seemed like millions of roses. A gasp behind me broke my train of thought. Serena was standing at the bottom of the stairs in colorful silk pajama shorts. She covered her mouth with her hands and smiled.

Her Chosen Mate (Book 3) *** 1. Can't Help Falling in Love (Book 1) 2. Purchased By The Mafia (Book 2) 3. Her Mysterious Lover (Book 3) 4. My Girlfriend is Mafia Queen (Book 4) 5. Loving A Mafia (Book 5)- Upcoming **** 1. Chosen By An Alpha (Stand-Alone) No One POV . A loud wailing could be heard from a child who was crying because of the hunger, but her father, on the other side, was busy in fucking someone else. Tears came out from a four-month-old infant due to suffocation and hunger.

Thank you so much for reading my first ever book, I leave you with the first chapter from Rise of a Queen - book 2 for your enjoyment. RISE OF A QUEEN - BOOK 2 Chapter 1 – A New Kingdom. LAMIA I looked out the window on the top floor of my castle, yes, my castle, taking slow sips from the crystal glass that held the dark thick rum, my drink of choice tonight, as I pondered over the past two years and how far we had come.