Fleur Delacour Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

I gazed at Zephanie, who was happily nodding at Crisha. "Amari Fleur, Collection d'Amari owner and well-known as the goddess of unique creations in Paris and other countries. I think we have been friends for quite some time since I went to Paris with Rafael. Do you remember that, Rafael? When I told you I met a brilliant woman? I was talking about Fleur." Zephanie said, which made me stiff. Does Fleur know who Zephanie and her future husband are? Is that the reason why she kept avoiding me? Or has she known for a long time?

“Mom, this is Fleur.” I extended my hand to shake hers. “Lovely to meet you.” She smiled, but it wasn’t the same warmth she gave to her son. “Delphine. It’s lovely to meet you as well.” She pulled her hand away first and regarded me with a shrewd stare. “When Bastien told me about you, he said how beautiful you were—and he did not exaggerate.” Bastien smirked as his hand inched closer to my ass, his mother unable to see because she faced me head on. “I didn’t need to.”

He stopped and I smiled in desperation, I got his attention. “Caleb, Miss Delacroix is a convincing and conniving woman, can't you see? Miss Delacroix is Elaine! She is really Elaine! Everything she's been doing is to take revenge! She's here to take revenge on us all!” I confessed, moving to hold his palms, willing for him to believe me.

She climbed down from the bed slowly and walked close to Xander. "You did what!" She screamed and held his shirt. " You dare to me,you prick! And to worsen it, you changed my dress and my... you are so dead." Ariande couldn't think or say what else her boss had done. Xander didn't move, he only smiled. He could see her beauty in her anger. He was lost in those green eyes. And her anger made them sparkle. The fan blew her long black silky hair. Her lips were moving but he didn't hear anything, he only watched and thought of how tasty they would be. Ariande snapped her fingers at him when she noticed that he wasn't listening.

Flora was really shy about undressing, but hearing her sister’s past, I was patient. I sat in the chair next to the tub, heating the water up, as she walked over. “I’m ready…” I looked up at her. She was covering her chest and vigina. Her shoulders were scrawny. You could see each bone clearly. Her collarbone looked like it was sucking in her skin. Her rib bones showed on her ribcage. Her hips were so visible, it looked like she did not have any fat. She had a small belly… Barely there. I was not disgusted at her, but at the way she came to look this way.

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

--- Fleur - Flower --- “Fleur Jean.” And the day stops just like that with Sal running off and Cerise shouting for her to come back as she heads off to their destination. Sadly enough, in the eyes of the swans, it’s a crazy woman shouting at nothing, and in the eyes of the aurums, it’s a master angered at its escaping hybrid.