Fleur Delacour Book Novels & Stories

"I have plans, but I will cater something to Phoebe's misunderstanding; why are you also here, maybe that woman already thought we both agreed with her—" "Let her be; Phoebe deserved it. Pretending to be a saint in front of you while secretly doing her bidding behind your back is a betrayal." "What are you saying now, Marcus? Do you know anything I don't?" "Please turn around and see the answer," Marcus said, and Declan parted his lips when he saw Margaux smelling the flowers near the fountain, looking beautiful and goddess-like. literally! Declan's mouth dropped open as he noticed the girl sniffing the flowers one by one while closing her eyes.

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?

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.

She used to pace like this around her office to think as she found some peace in it. The book on Delia’s head slipped and clattered to the ground as Delia watched Laurel walk. Her heart clenched as a haunted feeling washed through her. For a moment, she saw Laura’s lone figure striding down the palace hallway, gliding through the corridors. She remembered thinking she was a stuck-up noble then and feeling a twinge of envy. Delia sneered at Helena, “What is walking around with a book on my head supposed to teach me?” Helena picked up another book and placed it on top of the book on Laurel’s head before taking her hand.

“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

Daniel ordered and I did, I tried to put it inside my cloth but I'm stopped immediately by a tall figure, a woman probably a library attendant. "Are u trying to steal books?" She asked in her British accent and crossed her arms to stare at me " no, I was just um.." "Cleaning." Daniel completes. " She was just cleaning" " don't come to this section again, it's not for public" she orders and grabs the book from my hand. Then shoves us away, we turned and left. " I have a feeling the reason why miss flora didn't get that book was because of the library attendant" Daniels turn back

I asked immediately. “Not about your daughter,” Harlow replied. “But there’s a visitor in the lobby requesting to see you. Miss Renaud.” The name made me stagger back. Miss Renaud? Jean-Paul’s daughter, the little girl Lila and I had named our own child after, the daughter who’d lost her father to my actions? “Fleur? Is her mother with her?” “Not his daughter,” said Harlow. “His sister Victoire.” “Victoire…yes, I remember. His little sister…did she say what she wants?” I asked, my throat tight.

Cassie called out. My brows went up. A delivery? From who? I decided to go check it out. When I got to the door, I saw two mugs of steaming coffee, a rose, and a note. I took the note from her only to see two words ‘Queen Delaney’ I blinked, Queen? Cassie was grinning widely but I could still sadness in her eyes “I'm guessing it's from one of the billionaires, I think they still want you.” I shook my head “Throw that coffee away, together with the rose.”