Fleur Delacour Novels & Stories

"Let's see how delectable you taste, love." Lucas pulled out his finger and licked it deliberately in front of her, making the woman squirm. He dived his finger again in her wet folds when the insides of her clenched against his finger, Lucas bent over and sniffed her heavenly scent. Lifting his finger inside her vault he licked the wet folds gently which seemed more of a flick. She bit her own hand after feeling the sensation within her body that Lucas flicked his tongue against her swollen bud again. He knew how to make her surrender to him while Nathalie could sense how his skills were different from the guy to women she had given her for the first time. Precisely she lost it but never re

Her long, flowing hair was elegantly styled, with loose curls cascading down her back, and a tiara adorned her head, adding a touch of regal splendor to her ensemble. As Maria entered the studio, her eyes were drawn to a group of familiar faces: Li-lah, Julia, Natalia, and their dance partners. They stood together, their smiles radiant and genuine. In their hands, they held a beautifully decorated cake, its frosting a work of art adorned with delicate sugar flowers.

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

"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.

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."

“Ma’am, please calm down. Why are you looking for Luna Della?” “Luna?” she burst out, eyes wide open as she pointed at Henry. “Luna? That fucking slut dared to hurt Kylian’s fated mate! Flora’s violated and humiliated, and yet Della still dared to enjoy her low and worthless life by wearing that beautiful dress and attending the kingdom’s event!” Shifting her gaze to me, my mother added, “You see now, Kylian? Della’s nothing but a greedy witch! She must pay for all the pain Flora suffered!”