Novel & Cerita Fleur Delacour

she replied as she made to leave. "Oh, I think you should be interested" the tone of her voice caught Kathleen's attention, what was she up to? She shook her head and made to leave again when Mrs. Deloux threw the paper to her, she was about to leave it and walk away but the headline caught her eyes... old flame ignited. The picture was that of Derek in a lip lock with a lady, another picture showed the lady in his embrace and his hands on her arms, hurt pierced into her heart as tears sprang to her eyes unbiddenly, why was she crying? She had pushed him away the previous day and he had found comfort in the arms of another lady, Old flame? She asked unconsciously looking at Mrs. Deloux

She was sitting on his bed smoking heavily. “ What are you doing here? Haven't you done enough? You're supposed to be in California. " He asked frustrated and she laughed. “ I just got back. Enough? No darling, I'm just getting started. I'm going to break that family but by bit until the have nothing much to savour from. Then I'm gonna kill them one by one till the last person. " “ Who are you?" “ I'm Flora. They came and they got everything I wanted. They took away my attention, they took Cole, they took my position, they took my wealth, they even took my name. "

she sneered at Darryl. Upon hearing that, Darryl suddenly stopped in his tracks. He looked at her in shock and had a look of suspicion on her face. "What do you mean? Spit it out." Seeing Darryl was hooked, Kendall smiled seductively and slowly said, "A few days ago, I captured the Goddess Doctor of the Hundred Flower Valley and her disciples. Guess who she is? She's the famous Honorable Pianist, Celine Maine. If I remember correctly, her disciple is your cousin, right?"

"Why would I be aware, who the hell are you anyway?" The girl immediately went on her knees, her lips trembling in...fright? "My name is Fleur and I was assigned by Alpha Alec to be your handmaiden. I was running your bath and forgot to put some fragrance and went out to get some. I thought the Alpha would have told you about me. Please forgive me for being so insensitive Luna" I blinked, once..twice. "Ugh... Yeah?" The girl, Fleur finally looked up at me, confused at my reply. "Do you accept my apology, Luna?"

“What is it you’re digging me out for? What do you want to hear, that I’m sleeping with him? Would it make you happy to know that I am?” “Do I look happy?” I grit back, and she glowers at me. “You should be; you’re an engaged man after all.” “I am not en—” “Table for four is booked at La Fleur at eight. I hope you like French cuisine. The chef is a friend of mine, and he’s ah-mazing.” Megan announces, walking back into the kitchen. Mira slaps the fakest smile I have ever seen on her face and nods. “Sounds delightful.” She simpers and rises to her feet. “I think I’ll go check on Levi.” She declares, shooting me a snide glare as she walks off toward the bedroom. I stare at her retreating back

Ava's POV: "This one,"? Fleur inquired us for the twentieth time. Cora grunted beside me and I falsified a smile at her. Fleur narrowed her eyes at us. "Oh come on Fleur, just select one goddamn dress. It's Alpha's Anniversary not yours," Cora threw her hands in the air. Today, I was feeling better so Fleur dragged us for shopping. She is in for six hours and still hasn't decided anything. It's her first party with Daniel and she wants to look her best, her words.

Lachlan to turn her expectant gaze towards me. Judith finally smiled for the first time since she arrived, happy that someone was asking me for my opinion, even if it was just for a dress. Feeling a tad overwhelmed by the sudden spotlight, I mustered the courage to voice my desires. "I don’t want it too fluffy," I began softly, "but I want it made out of lace." My words hung in the air, tinged with a hint of uncertainty as I wondered what made Mrs. Lachlan come out here to help pick a wedding dress when she had a thousand more important things to do.

The door slammed shut with a resounding thud, startling Victoria and the Duke. They both turned, their bodies tense, as a woman entered the room, her presence undeniable. There, standing in the threshold, was Isabella’s sister, Elena Deveaurux. Victoria’s breath hitched as she took in the sight of her. Elena was everything Isabella wasn’t: composed, calm, with a quiet power that emanated from her like a shroud. Her dark eyes flickered over the room, assessing the situation with a sharpness that made Victoria uneasy. She was dressed in a simple black dress, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders in soft waves. But the coldness in her gaze was unmistakable.

"Mr. Wolfe asked me to take you to see Delphine." "Delphine?" I frowned. "Who's that?" Flora arched a perfectly sculpted brow. "You don't know?" Her voice dipped into a teasing tone. "Only the most brilliant stylist-slash-designer this city's ever seen. She's Mr. Wolfe's personal fashion oracle." She gave me a once-over. "He wants you prepped—so I'm guessing there's something special happening tonight?" And then it hit me. The damn gala. I kept my expression neutral. "Oh. Nothing special. Let's just go see her first."

Ana, being curious and suddenly tense, stepped closer, and that was when she saw him, Fred Lancaster. Dressed in a tailored navy-blue suit, he stood in the middle of a media circle, his arm wrapped tightly around a tall, elegant woman with striking cheekbones and a diamond ring the size of Ana’s thumb. "This is Natasha Doglas" Fred announced proudly, his voice echoing through the lobby, "my fiancée." The cameras flashed again. Ana’s breath caught in her throat. Her nails dug into her palms. The feeling of shame gave her a ghostbum, she wanted the ground to open for her to slip in.