Fleur Delacour Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Hi, Del. Where are you from? I've been looking for you since yesterday. Why did you disappear, huh?" Delmar was silent and just looked at Brisa with a sad look. For eighteen years of friendship, Brisa can read if now Delmar is not in good condition. Even though his best friend didn't say anything. "Wait a moment." Brisa stopped the person who was decorating her nails. Nails that have been colored silver and will now be decorated with small white gems.

I saw Flora glance at me with narrowed eyes and jealousy before she shifted her gaze back at Jackson and started crying. What a bitch! Sobbing with delicate tears streaming down her face and trembling shoulders, she explained, “P-prince, I am the fated mate of Alpha Kylian. I… I don’t know what Della said to you, but please believe me… It’s all a misunderstanding.” I watched her in silence, watching as she acted in expertise. I must say, she’s indeed very talented. I was scoffing. If I hadn’t been the victim of her schemes, I would have believed her lies based on how pitiful she looked right now.

And it was so cute when little pink sunflowers bloomed on her chest, as if her power was trying to protect her modesty by hiding her body from me. It only made me want to see more. I wanted Delilah naked for me. I wanted to see her full body flush. I wanted to touch her, taste her. I wanted all of her. I’d told her about Lucius comparing her to sunflowers, remembering it from the day we kissed under the mistletoe. Everything about the dream felt so real. I could still feel the delicate petals and the coarse stems of each little pink sunflower I’d plucked to reveal her chest.

“In a skirt that’s two sizes too small and a top that’s barely holding your boobs in. Very casual Tuesday vibes.” I grab my books and head for the door. “Ready for French class?” “Oh my god.” Delilah stops dead in her tracks. “Oh my GOD. You’re flirting with Professor Montelli .” “What? No.” “For revenge! Against Jaden ! You absolute genius psychopath!” “Delilah , I’m not—” “Girl, watch out for his wife, yeah? Mrs. Montelli seems sweet, but she’s got that whole ‘I’ll destroy you if you touch my husband’ energy.”

His soft whisper scared her more as she slowly opened her teary eyes letting them meet with obsessive ones. "Better be scared of me. Be scared of what will I do if you even think of leaving me because I swear Fleur." He mumbled making more tears drip down her eyes. "I will be the worst monster you will wish to never see." __________________________________ Guys don't stop liking the story and leaving your reviews. It helps to increase the rating. Till the next adios

The moment those words left his mouth, a blush ran through her cheek and ended at her ear lobes. “Get ready. We are about to have a nice dinner.” He kissed her cheek and scurried to the door. She kept standing there with her eyes closed. After a long while when she thought that her heartbeat had gotten back to normal, she sighed and fell on the mattress yelping with laughter. It was a fan moment for her. Justin Deluca could not wait to make her his. Was she that much important to him? If that was the case, she also wanted to put in some effort. And that should start with a floral bath. After taking her sweet time she applied a floral-scented body lotion.

As he spoke, Charlie asked her, “Miss Lavor, in your opinion, could it be that Fleur has seen through my plan?” “Not very likely.” Vera said very seriously, “Young Master, you showed Master Marcius Stark's portrait, which is enough to make Fleur keep her distance. She has no way to confirm its authenticity or even dare to confirm it. So, I believe she will never send anyone to Aurous Hill again.”

I focus my mind on her and only her, and everything else around me fades, even the assault being taken out on my body. Delilah's stunning face comes into view, smiling beautifully at me. I can't believe my eyes; she's here. I look around us, and we’re in a garden filled with flowers. I see Delilah's favorite and crouch down to pick one for her. She loves lilies.

But to be honest, I thought that Archer looked like a dream man until he showed what he was really like. I flipped the note around and didn't see anything else so I placed it on the table. I picked up the bouquet and smelled the aroma. Pink and dark roses were my favourite kind of flowers. I guess he was lucky to guess these. "What is that?" I turned around and Delilah walked to the dresser. She picked up the note and her mouth opened. "That's from-" "Yeah." "You fucking biatch! You could hit on him." I chuckled.