Fleur Delacour Novels & Stories

Isabelle flashed a very dangerous smile at them. “Oh don’t I? Well we’ll have to change that.” Suddenly Isabelle charged forward, pulling out a very sharp looking knife, seemingly from nowhere.

Delilah blurted out of nowhere. “Does that mean you won’t mind dating her?’ Dex asked. “Of course not! She’s beautiful, smart, and multi-talented. Who would not want to date her? I mean I’m straight but doesn’t she trigger your gay heart” Delilah replied and the other ballet dancers were surprised but at the same time amazed by Delilah’s courage for confessing those. Catherine, on the other hand, was not bothered by it since she had been praised by a lot of people when she was young.

He told her. She nodded and walked away at his command. ^^^^ Delilah’s POV It felt great to see the work again, I stared outside the plane window, I took a deep breath with a smile. I placed my hand on my thighs. I could feel the dagger on my left thigh and a gun on my right thigh. I wasn’t taking chances. ‘Delilah died once but not this Delilah!.’ I thought with a frown. “Hi beautiful!.” The lady beside me said.

"Please make it clear to Mr. Khan that I shall leave when I please. — Don't worry , there won't be any problems. Thank you for changing your mind . You will not regret. Fleur would have liked to agree, but her intuition told her that madame was dead wrong. Fleur took off her sandals and dipped her toes in the mosaic pool of water scented with essence and jasmine. This luxury was unnecessary but charming, he thought. He closed his eyes and turned his face towards the sun. He loved feeling that heat on his skin, but he had to be careful because the sun was very strong.

he said, taking her hand. “Thank you,” Flora replied, feeling a blush rise to her cheeks. “Let’s go make an impression.” At the charity gala, Flora emerged from the limousine, a vision of quiet elegance. Her dress, a bias-cut sheath in midnight blue, hugged her curves without being overly revealing. The silky fabric draped effortlessly, catching the light with a subtle sheen. It was a statement piece in its simplicity, allowing her confident stride and radiant smile to take center stage.

Aurora's POV My mom wiped away a tear that slipped from her gorgeous chocolate brown eyes and then added, "She was a beacon of kindness and warmth. We'll miss her terribly." Flora was more than merely a beacon of kindness; she was a radiant force of compassion, generosity, and genuine care. Her benevolence extended beyond simple gestures, creating a palpable warmth that enveloped those fortunate enough to know her. Flora's innate ability to connect with others on a deep, empathetic level made her a source of solace and support, fostering an environment of love and understanding.

She is hell-bent on avoiding him, and refuse to listen to reason. He saw her slipping further into the forest away from the party. 'Now you are making it easy for me to catch you, wild cat' Lucian smirked and followed her closely. When he is sure that there is no one around them. He made himself seen by her. Ophelia sat near the edge of the lake stretch deep inside the forest. Her green dress is short reaching mid-thigh. It hugs her body till her waist and flares out and reach her mid-thigh. A white lacy material was draped around her shoulders as a cape.

Bamby was still talking to Clarissa when Laura emerged from the kitchen. “Worry? Why should I worry? Clarissa, you did not tell me we have a visitor?” Laura uttered. “Mama, I was supposed to call you in the kitchen and introduce you to Bamby. He is the model scout I told you about last time. He was the one who approached me to be a model six months ago.” Clarissa was trying to gather her strength while talking to her mother. “Well, hello Mama. I am Bamby Flores, a well-known beauty queen maker, model discoverer, and a big name in the fashion industry. I am so honored to finally meet the mother of my future superstar model.” Bamby introduced himself.

Meyers is also wanted for questioning in relation to a homicide. “What the hell?” Camille frowned in confusion as she looked at a picture of the woman she had come to know as Tina now labelled as Julie Meyers. “I think we just found our mole.” Charlotte muttered. Camille didn’t have time to respond. She didn’t even have chance to process what she was seeing because the chime announcing the front door was opening, snapped her out of her shocked daze. “Shit!” Camille hissed. “One of the guys is back.”

Mikaela said as she put on a long coat and added, "I am leaving now. I might not come tonight." Stacy nodded as Mikaela left and she went to have a shower. Stacy was reading her book when her phone rang. She saw it was Mikaela. She picked it up. "Hey." "Stacy, I know it is your resting time but can you please help me? It's urgent!" Mikaela's voice was breathless as if she was running a marathon. "Okay. What is it?" "I forgot the pass in my drawer and it might take me some time to go and get it. Can you come to the royal suite, Court Royal?"