Fleur Delacour Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"She’s unraveling. That anger’s finally surfacing." Dahlia knocked back shot after shot, her inhibitions dissolving with each burning swallow. She grabbed Lupin by the sweater and pressed her lips against his, then spun toward Hunter with reckless abandon. "Don't worry," she slurred, her words tumbling together, "you're next." She made good on her promise while Lupin's mouth found the curve of her neck. Across the room, Flora and Jane watched wide-eyed, their jaws slack with disbelief.

“I have all the money that is enough for a lifetime. You can’t give me what I want, Alpha Ryker.” She lifted her hand and I could hear Khrysaor warning Ryker to back away or to attack. Yet Ryker did neither, he simply studied the witch. Then she touched the tip of her fingers to his temple. “But she can.” Our eyes met and it was so real, almost as if I was truly there. As if I wasn’t staring at her through Ryker’s eyes. And I could tell that who she was locking eyes with was me and not Ryker. “Hello there, Fleur Delvaux. I heard you’re looking for me.”

“She almost raped me.” “What? I did not do that!” I stepped into her personal space and raised a brow. “Are you sure about that, my Queen?” Her blush deepened. “I… I can't remember… are you mad at me?” My eyes narrowed. “Tell me something Delaney, you got drunk last night, so I will feed on you, why?” “So you'll get mad.” She mumbled, lowering her head. I smirked, something tells me that wasn't the whole reason. “Let me guess, you want to know if I'll hate the taste of your blood?”

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.”

“Oh, dear Victoria, must you always be so dramatic?” Isabella entered the room gracefully, her nightgown clinging to her curves, accentuating every forbidden contour. She circled Victoria slowly, her eyes appraising, as if weighing her very soul. “I wonder, Duchess, if your passion has blinded you to the reality of our circumstances.” Victoria’s eyes flashed with fury. “Don’t patronize me, Isabella. I know what you and Thomas have been scheming behind my back. I know about your affair, your lies, everything.”

“This isn’t about Duncan. I like you. I liked you from the moment I saw you, right here in the glow of fake embers.” We lean closer, our lips once again touching. “I like you too, but tomorrow is about my best friend. I don’t want her thinking about anything but her big day and…” “And?” he asks. “Her crazy family.” I giggle recalling Grandma Helen. “Seriously, she has enough on her mind.”

As I rushed into the bathroom with tears streaming down my face, I saw Delila standing in front of the mirror, reapplying her lipstick. She was stunned for a moment when she saw me. Then, she quickly recomposed herself and headed toward me in concern. "Oh my god, Katerina! Who did this to you?" I couldn't suppress the hatred in my heart anymore and shoved her away. My eyes turned icy cold. "I already know about everything that's going on between you and Luca. Have I not been good enough to you, Delila? Why must you do this to me?" I had personally brought her out of the slums and used the best resources I had to mold her into the perfect woman she was now, and this was how she repaid me? By

she asked, smoothing the lapel of my jacket. "She’s a stubborn brat," I said, pulling her into a quick, firm kiss. "But she’s got a crush on Luca. And she hates that I know it." Delia’s eyes lit up. "Luca? Oh, that’s perfect. He’s so sweet. He’ll be good for her." "He’s a soldier, Delia. It’s a mess waiting to happen," I grunted, though I couldn't help but smile back. "But you were right. There’s a girl under there. She’s just buried under about ten feet of Cavalli concrete."

But now, Chloe was sharp-tongued and unyielding. Chloe's smirk widened as she watched Flora struggle for words. "Hmph." She scoffed and turned away again, her disdainful laughter lingering in the air. "Chloe, you bitch!" Flora shrieked and lunged forward, grabbing a handful of Chloe's hair. Caught off guard, Chloe gasped in pain, clutching her hair to try and free it from Flora's grip. "You think Lionel favors you now? Just wait until I give birth to his child! Let's see how long your arrogance lasts!" Flora hissed through clenched teeth, tugging harder.

When I finally excused myself, his gaze lingered on me as I walked away, and I could feel the weight of it long after I disappeared into the crowd. As the taxi pulled away from the estate, I exhaled deeply, my pulse still racing. Luca Delvecchio wasn’t just dangerous—he was magnetic. And now, I wasn’t sure if I was playing him or if he was already playing me. The night felt like a dream—sudden, fleeting, and full of sharp edges. The hum of the taxi’s engine had faded into the background as I stared out the window, my mind racing. Luca’s face, the way his eyes held mine, the tension in the air—it was all too much to process. Was he onto me? Did he know something I didn’t? I didn’t know what t