Fleur Delacour Novels & Stories

"Oh never, my lady. That was the one thing that Pierre and I agreed on. You, my lady, are stuck with us until the day we die. Now enough of this, you need to get ready. " Chloe helped her lady out of the tub and dry off. Chloe helped her into the many layers of clothing that had to go on before the actual dress. After that, she sat her lady down in front of the looking glass and did her up. Placing every curl just right so it looked damn near like a halo. Once that was done, Chloe carefully slipped the dress over her lady's head and straightened it out. Then helped her into her shoes and escorted her down the hall where Pierre, Lady Violet, and Lord Simon were waiting. Guests started pouring

I asked for the tenth time. She rolled her eyes “no, we have to find the perfect dress and I know someone who can help” she pulled out her phone and talked to someone. “who was that?” I asked. She grinned ‘wait and see”. there was knock on the door and Rose came in ushering in a guy, he was tall, with chocolate skin, black hair and brown eyes. “Camila, this is Jason, my husband , Jason Camila” Kylie introduced. I almost choked on my saliva at the word husband. She was married? She looked so young, I didn’t even figure that she was engaged much more married.

(Third Person POV) The gentle warmth of the sunlight danced across the pale complexion of Violet’s dress. The white silk of the gown morphed into lace around her arms and neck. Her dark wavy hair, now cut shoulder length, was adorned with small purple flowers speckled throughout and meticulously secured. “Ms. Bennet, it’s time,” an older looking woman informs Violet from the doorway. She turns to nod towards the lady before glancing back out the window, her eyes looking towards the sky.

Satisfied, I turned on my heel as I departed the hall. The afternoon slipped by in a blur of duties and soon it was time for my dinner. “Do not ruin your dinner tonight Daciana,” Aunt Blaire lectured, her fingers deftly adjusting the lace at my collar. “Do not forget your manners. Allow the gentleman to lead, smile flirt a little but remember you are the prize so act like it.” I gave a polite nod, a bit nervous I made a few adjustments to my gown and hopefully everything would go smoothly like I planned.

Her eyes lingered on me and I had to fight the urge to lean over and kiss her. “Can we please goooo?” Flora said, feeling very dramatic. I stood and set my napkins on the table. “Yep, let’s go. Time to see what Flora can do today.” She smiled at me and I felt like I could survive anything as long as I could keep seeing that. Then she was off like a shot, Cody fast on her heels. Kyle hung back and walked with Delilah while I brought up the rear. “So, have you been working on any other exercises?” Delilah said, walking with her arm around his shoulders.

(Claude) “Please forgive me,” Fleur pleads with tears in her eyes. “All I wanted was to live here permanently with the man I love. Lady Rosie guaranteed it would happen if I agreed to make the tonic for her. I k-knew it was wrong but I was desperate-“

Hugo nods. They finish the meal in silence; Delphine manages to stop crying by the time they’re done eating. Eva is studiously avoiding looking at Hugo or Delphine, choosing instead to make polite conversation with Celine about little things, and praising her use of the correct cutlery. They even talk about the flowers Celine might want at her coronation. Eva had given her a book on what different flowers meant symbolically, and has been mulling over several options.

It was—just more thoughtful than I would have imagined Zac to be. Zac looked at me again. He licked his lips. "Why did you get named after a flower?" He peered at me with warm eyes—filled with curiosity and intrigue. I had never seen that from him before. I looked at him for a second before looking back at the road. I smiled faintly. "Uh—jasmines were my mom's favourite flowers." I exhaled sharply, keeping my eyes trained on the road. "They were my, the flower he got on all her birthdays and other holidays. She loved them—so when I was born, I got the name."

she asked excitedly. I followed her gaze through the frosted glass, finding two somewhat familiar figures in the lounge. There was a handsome man and... Della. Though I couldn’t see the man's face clearly, I could at least tell that she was hugging the man, placing her face on his chest. The two looked so intimate. Flora took out her phone and took a few photos. "So Della hasn’t just seduced Prince Jackson, but she’s climbing into another man's bed as well."

She clapped her hands as if she was pleased, "His grandfather really has eyes." My cheeks heated when I understood what she meant. "I'm Yekatherina, but you can call me Yeka. It's nice to finally have another female apart from Anya," she said and held out her hand. "Rosaline, but you can call me Rose," I shook it. "That's great. I'm Alexei's close friend and his assassin," she said with pride. She was beautiful with her straight blonde hair and bottle green eyes. She was slim and tall, taller than me.