Fleur Delacour Novels & Stories

Emily Warner “Oh my god! Who is sending these flowers?” My mom asks as a huge beautiful pink and red bouquet is delivered at my door, Carter sneakily removes the note from the bouquet before my mom could see it and hands it to be. How does he do it so smoothly, I would have tripped like ten times trying to be slick? “That’s from me, I like sending Emily flowers out of nowhere.” He gives my mom, one of his heart melting smile as she says aw and buys his story.

The manager, with a name tag, Lorenzo said to them, his accent coming out even stronger than Liam’s. “ This is for you Mrs kings. Have a wonderful week.” A dark haired lady in her late twenties said with a wide welcoming smile as she gave a bouquet of red roses to Emilia. “ Oh my. I love red roses. And the scent! It’s lovely. Thank you.” Emilia replied honestly with her million dollar smile. When she looked back up, Liam had a satisfied expression on his face. ‘Could he have planned this?’ She thought, a blush finding its way to her face.

He held her tightly by the hand and pulled her out of the mansion but they were stunned for a moment when they met Stephen. "Stephen?" Bea's eyes seemed to widen in shock and she immediately let go of Aldrin's hand. "What are you doing here?" he asked the girl and even he couldn't believe that he would see the girl there. "Stephen, let me explain-" what he was about to say was immediately cut off when they suddenly heard the clinking of glasses from behind them. "Attention everyone!" Sofia said as she stood on the third floor of the stairs wearing a sleeveless maxi-dress with red hair and curly hair.

His eyes were fixated on her now red face and he couldn't help but smile at her reactions. "How can a woman as innocent as you make such a lustful expression. You're driving me fuc-" He whispered to her ear and she immediately interrupted him by putting her hands over his lips. She remembered the purpose she set for herself and what this facade she wore so well served as. She pushed herself from his grasp and took a few steps back. She looked down and asked, "Is there anything else you would like, sir? "... End of chapter 1

After two sips of stuffy wine, he asked Flora, "Do you know Arielle Cowell? Do you know her?" Flora was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Lovert suddenly asked Arielle, but when she remembered the last time she bought Blossom-designed clothes at Dutti Shop and was slapped in the face by Arielle, she was a little angry. She said to Lovert "If you want to ask about Arielle then you have to ask Anabel. She is Arielle's younger sister." Lovert called Anabel over, and Anabel asked in surprise, "Oh my world, the young heir of the famous Greek Garn family knows my sister?" Flora did not like going by her middle name when Around Lovert and sure Lovert has no idea she was the famous Clair

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?

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.

"...appropriate." "Gee, thanks. You scrub up okay too." A ghost of a smirk. Then his eyes flicked past me. The air shifted, turning colder, sharper. She stood in the doorway. Sophie Delacroix. Photos didn’t do her justice. She was taller than I expected, willow-thin in a sheath dress the colour of crushed rubies. Hair like spun white gold, falling in a perfect sheet to her shoulders. Skin like porcelain. And eyes… ice-blue, intelligent, scanning the room, Benjamin, me, with the detached curiosity of a scientist examining a new, slightly repulsive species.

Beau points out bluntly, but the King was far convinced. "But she wasn't forced to do it. It was her urge that drove her to touch me like that!" Caius chuckles, unable to hold his thoughts any longer. "This is a major development, Beau! Maybe the next time I provoke her, she'll end up fucking me out of anger." "I don't think..." Beau got silenced halfway from the way he felt the King's dreadful gaze swallow him. "You were saying?" "The Luna is an uptight woman. She doesn’t break rules, so I'm merely trying to point out that it's tricky to keep on approaching her using different ways."

“Luna Regent, Goddess Iokaste Mason! My child!” Delilah’s mother, Lady Camille, lets go of Marco’s arm and looks at me. Her thick French accent is tinged with annoyance when she steps forward. She is a seasoned witch who doesn’t get flustered easily, but I think right now, I can sum her face up as a look of horror. “Lady Camille, is something wrong?” I look at Delilah who shrugs, then back at Lady Camille.