Fleur Delacour Book Novels & Stories

Fleur couldn't deny that Chris had a unique taste. She was about to explore this further when suddenly, a voice interrupted her thoughts. "Madam Fleur?" "Oh my, it's really Madam Fleur!" "What brings you out today, Madam Fleur? Afternoon tea, perhaps?" Fleur nearly choked on her coffee. Lena was also surprised when she glanced up. She saw a group of wealthy women adorned with jewelry surrounding them, eager to flatter. "Your shawl is lovely, Madam Fleur!"

“It seems like you still don’t know where you stand. Many women are prettier than you and better than you. I won’t need to limit myself to be with you. Six months later, Kaitlyn will give birth, and I’ll marry her. I’ll buy her a bigger and better diamond ring. “I can already envision your future. You’ll be happy with the scammer for a while. You’ll then be alone for the rest of your life after you spend all your money and the scammer runs away.” “Elena, my sister, I have gotten everything that once belonged to you.” “Elena, just wait for Edwards Corporation’s wrath.”

Declan said laughing "Darcy, I think she asked him" I said to him "Yeah and she's also Jeff's date so the three of them came together. I don't see what's the fuss about her anyway" He said shaking the vodka I stole from coach's office. I took it from him. "She's very clingy, so annoying and messy. I guess her head game is still good" I said shrugging "Paul came with Priscella" Serena said laughing and I snorted "The mute guy and the girl who never shuts up. Perfect combination because she talks enough for the both of them" I said laughing then Seth punched me

he muttered thoughtfully. Glory was very happy that her friend still loved her even though she had brought her into this mess. Clara also wanted to protect her, so why can't she take the blame and make them leave her sister? That person wouldn't allow anything to happen to her anyway. " Yes I'm Flora. What do you want from me ? " " You are actually Xavier's Lilac, so you are not dead ? Wow! Things are just very interesting . " He is going to be rich very soon. Why won't he be happy?

Flo Romano died the night she ran away. For six years, she has lived as Antonia—a skilled hacker with no past, no family, and no intention of ever looking back. Until she walks into a six-month mafia recruitment program and finds herself surrounded by the DeLuca brothers. Raffaele is the ruthless Don who can't stand her defiance. Giovanni is the broken enforcer who never thought he'd feel desire again. And Theo is the brilliant hacker who finds her impossible to resist. They were never supposed to want the same woman. They have never shared a woman. But somehow, they all want her. Then a powerful Sicilian Don sets his sights on her too. Four dangerous men. On

That is when Delilah came across a big fat notebook which looked like a diary as it had a colorful hard cover that had a picture of a denim texture. It was lying on Marie’s bed, and she was not in the room. She had gone out with Rebecca to purchase some candies for home. Delilah was intrigued with that diary because none of Marie’s books looked like that. Her textbooks had the subject mentioned very clearly on the cover page and notebooks were all not so thick. So, Delilah walked inside the room to check what book was lying on Marie’s bed.

I knew Delaney had a wild side to her. "An invite is me telling you to sit on my face," I say. "You leaving your dirty books lying around just means anyone can pick them up and read them." "It's not a dirty book," she says. "Really?" I ask, getting up and rushing toward her desk. She lunges back toward the desk, going for the desk drawer, but she misses, and I pull the book out, flipping open to one of the pages. Delaney jumps up, one hand holding the towel around her breasts. Honestly, the only reason I even hold the book out of her reach is because I want her to lose the towel. I read from the book: "Brayden thrust his throbbing manhood into her slick channel of love. Holy shit, what the f

Give me back my book right now,I said in a commanding tone. Collins sat with his head resting at the edge of his chair.he looked up at me, straight at me with a beseeching expression on his face.i threw him a glare of scorn and disgust and start to pack my remaining stuff inside my bag. "Are you alright, Flora? he asked, smirking. Fuck,I thought in a rage,fuck Collins, fuck this school,fuck Mr Robert, fuck Emily and fuck my note.so he has been pretending not to know my name, making me think I have the upper hand.

There’s no better friend than a young beauty that shares my taste in books! -That’s so generous of you Madame! -Hell, why do you both speak as two characters running away from a medieval novel? Mielle just ruined the mood. Flora laughed and went in searching for a book in her bag. Meanwhile, Mielle whispered something to the lady behind Flora’s back. Amélie excused herself after borrowing an Agatha Christie book Flora gave her and headed to her suit. Her two pretty maids were waiting for her: -Lola, Sophie. I am back.

“Not the best. - Not so much. All those wonderful affairs with Aunt Maideh . The gossip and gossip, the way women worked to get what they wanted from men. Do you have a diary? “I have ten. I started collecting them when I was seven. She reached under the bedclothes and pulled out a leather-bound notebook. “It's weird that you tell me to write about my childhood. I was reading one of my journals right before you came in. Read it and tell me what you think. Fleur took the notebook and stretched out on a lounge chair. Nizéa wrote in scribbles, but soon the interest in reading was greater than the difficulty of deciphering it. Here was the life of a wonderful girl, on the verge of maturity, reme