Novelas y relatos de Fleur Delacour

Shutting the door, I locked it. We walked into the boutique hand in hand since well, we were public already. The entrance was lined up with the staff of the boutique. The owner, Madam Delacroix was standing at the head in a pink suit and skirt, with rhinestone glasses perched on her nose. On her head sat a matching shade of pink small hat that complemented her Auburn hair. "Welcome to Delacroix Boutique." She announced in a thick French accent walking towards us. The staff bowed their heads on cue, saying,

Frank began speaking, narrating as he swiped through different photos. "Delilah Flynn," he said, his tone professional. "Now 23 years old. Beautiful, kind, and from a respected lineage. She is the ideal bride for the Donato family." Marco stared at the screen, unimpressed. As Frank continued, images of Delilah flashed across the TV. In each one, she appeared petite, with delicate features and an air of innocence. But Marco’s attention focused on something else entirely. She was short, slender, and—he couldn’t help but notice—flat in all the wrong places.

A beautiful girl. His eyes stuck on her as she was walking ahead with a straight face. She was dressed in a white long length anarkali dress with a dupatta on her shoulders, her sleeves covering her arms and her hair left open. He found himself moving his head in the direction she walked on just by that side of the grave from where he stood. He was astonished by her as he continued looking at her with his surprised eyes. Surprised because he found her beautiful. He found a most beautiful girl. She is shining like an angel in his eyes. He stared at her for a long time as she prayed and was making her way back out of the crematorium, in the same way passing through him.

Anya is following behind her with the white cloak draped over her arm, I left my jacket in the car. Angel reaches the foot of the stairs and I meet her there to help her step across the floor toward the door. “You look perfect.” I say giving her a light kiss and handing her the flowers. “Mmm, Thank you, these are beautiful, and the dress is incredible.” She says smiling as she leans to give the flowers to Mrs Brown who is stood with us, a tear in her eye. “I can’t take credit for the dress this time. That honor is all Simon’s. He did the shopping on my behalf. It was a team effort.”

My teammates were nice and that was the first good thing I encountered for the day. The girl with the curly blonde hair was Stacey Harrington. She is cheerful. Unlike me, she is very talkative. Talkative friends are a gift for people like me because they are a great help when expressing my ideas. Another girl was Phoebe Hawthorne. She was not that open but seemed cute and innocent. Her short hair suited her. Jake Sherwood is the big built guy in our team. He looks a bit rough and frightening but once he starts to talk he is cheerful and kind. Last but not least is the guy who is the centre of attention of most girls in the hall. Chris Summerville, a playful character with all the eyecatching

When Andrei has done cooking food for them, He goes upstairs to check on them, He sees that the doors are locked which is why he knocks and suddenly Mrs. Cruz opens the door for him. "Is she ready?" He asked and try to look for Fleur in the room but he just sees her sitting on the edge of the bed. "Yes. Fleur? Let's go!" Mrs. Cruz called Fleur and Andrei see her stand up on the bed, As she turns around to face them, Andrei sees how beautiful she is, She's so beautiful whether she has these big wounds on her face.

"Jack, bring some water for our guests please." The sudden change in his behavior didn't affect her much but she moved her eyes away from Carlos to Jack who was going out to bring the water. Carlos kept on looking at her figure. She was slim, pale with a honey brown color of long waist-length hair. Her legs looked slender and too well maintained. They were beautifully carved and especially her features. She wasn't an angel from a fairy tale but something was different about her. It might be her mesmerizing appearance with her innocent face.

She needed to hurt her fellow trainees to be on a top rank. "Peony." Amnisty and Mauvais said unison. "Clandes." the Desaix siblings said. She looked at the different groups. Amnisty was shocked while Mauvais was staring at her. His eyes were saying thank you to Peony. Vladimir Desaix was expecting Peony to come back. Avissar was silently observing her. Peony's gaze landed on Lilia Desaix, she was smiling at her. "It's Dealla Brouclier, everyone," she said proudly.

From upstairs, Cadeau could see Fleur and Natasha chatting and staring at something, It seemed the two where debating on something. Slowly she tiptoed to the bottom, with a mission to scare them, she carefully sneaked behind their back, but she hardly took a step, when Fleur noticed her. Fleur stood up from her seat, "Honestly If you where not a bride to be, then I would have definitely said you take forever to freshen up." she hugged her sister. " you just exaggerate things Fleur...good morning." Cadeau said and pecked her on the checks.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.