Fleur Delacour Novels & Stories

he muttered thoughtfully. Glory was very happy that her friend still loved her even though she had brought her into this mess. Clara also wanted to protect her, so why can't she take the blame and make them leave her sister? That person wouldn't allow anything to happen to her anyway. " Yes I'm Flora. What do you want from me ? " " You are actually Xavier's Lilac, so you are not dead ? Wow! Things are just very interesting . " He is going to be rich very soon. Why won't he be happy?

She smiles brightly and because I don’t want to feel awkward, I smile too. A tall, elegant woman approaches wearing a tailor made blouse tucked into a pencil skirt. “Bonsoir, Mesdames.” She says, her voice thick with a French accent. “I am Madame Leclair, the owner of this Maison de luxe; it’s my pleasure to assist you. Please follow me.” She turns, her high heel clicking on the floor.

Lucas voice sounded over the phone. "Jerk!!" She exclaimed and cut the call immediately. She saved his name as 'Jerk' on her phone. "Jerk" she muttered before laying back on her couch. ___ Delphine is an orphan who carter for herself. She work in one of the most famous Hotel in new York. She uses her salary to cater for herself and her boyfriend who mostly demand a lot from her. Delphine didn't care about it, but gives all his demands to him out of love.

Rolling her eyes she chuckled as she realised that perhaps their cleaner had just been forgetful when putting the rubbish out. “Flora? Are you here?” She called out in a sing song tone. Slipping her shoes off and placing them on the shoe wrack, she put on her favourite fluffy pink slippers that Thomas had bought her as a gift last year for Christmas. Delia paused for a second and shook her head thinking that she had gone crazy. “Baby brain.” She laughed to herself. The house was immaculate but no sign of Flora. Delia made herself a cup of coffee and went in to the living room, she placed her hot steaming mug onto the white coffee table and threw herself onto the huge corner sofa that she had

Fleurie felt tingles all over her body, her heart fluttering with joy, and she practically danced out of their chamber and to the elevator, not forgetting her new Tommy Hilfiger Monogram Plaque Backpack and note boke to communicate. She stepped out of the elevator and made her way to the massive kitchen, having gained the confidence to walk without Graysen lingering behind or in front of her. Fleurie was shocked to see Xaun, the father of land and woods, seated on a stool with a young guy curled by him. She had no idea he was already here in the castle, so she was surprised to see him and the charming young man. Xaun became aware of his queen's presence in the room. His mate Apollo cuddled t

The pensive look she had on a face disappeared immediately to reveal a stoic look. Fleurie had a beige dress on and it was made with fit, studded with diamonds. Her blonde hair was adorned with jewels and it flowed down her shoulders. She smelt of money and power but the cold look maya's face radiated more regality than Fleurie could ever muster. It was more than obvious she was trying to out-do Maya. Maya chuckled internally, amused. On the outside, she looked as unbothered as ever.

My emotions got the better of me at her funeral and the next thing I knew the worst storm in history hit Salem. Still to this day, I can't seem to control or harness it properly because of my emotions. So I always have to keep a check on them or the next thing I know, a resident of Salem will be flying past my window. True story! I don't think my neighbor Mr. Peterson has ever recovered mentally. I'm sure for a moment he thought he'd developed the ability to fly until he ended up face-planting our other neighbor Mrs. Percy's rose bush - ouch!

It was a good choice to have Careh in the island, i like her managment style and discreet way, I make a mental note to give her another raise. I hand Fleur a champagne flute, she takes drinks half of it. "Hmmmm this is really fruity" - before gulping all the liquid in her mouth. I stop her before she could refill her flute... I take the bottle from her hand... and fills her flute half way... "I don't want you getting drunk fast Fleur" "Ohhh Mario I can honestly hold my drink this is nothing" while slurping on some oyster She sees me looking at her, so she takes two shells and hands me one and clinks it with her oyster shell

"I have plans, but I will cater something to Phoebe's misunderstanding; why are you also here, maybe that woman already thought we both agreed with her—" "Let her be; Phoebe deserved it. Pretending to be a saint in front of you while secretly doing her bidding behind your back is a betrayal." "What are you saying now, Marcus? Do you know anything I don't?" "Please turn around and see the answer," Marcus said, and Declan parted his lips when he saw Margaux smelling the flowers near the fountain, looking beautiful and goddess-like. literally! Declan's mouth dropped open as he noticed the girl sniffing the flowers one by one while closing her eyes.