Fleur Delacour Novels & Stories

Time freezes as Declan's words hang in the air. Henry's hand is still wrapped around mine, warm and steady, while Declan's face twists with something between rage and triumph. "You know her?" Henry asks, looking between us. "Oh, I know her alright." Declan's laugh is cruel. "She's the barmaid who slapped me. Not Hattie Everett." Henry's hand goes slack in mine. The loss of his touch shouldn't hurt, but it does.

Beautiful if someone liked cold steel, icy desserts and a thrill of falling from a cliff, only to land in freezing water. We walked to the back, the atmosphere here was quiet and the décor changed from just white to shades of cream with golden and red splashes. A woman who looked to be in her late thirties approached us and introduced herself, “Hi, I’ll be the one assisting you. My name is Flora.” “Flora, bring out your latest collection,” Allister’s honey eyes dropped to my sneakers and he said, “And also something for my girl’s pretty feet.” I paused. But when I glanced at him, he was looking at Flora.

She forgot the journalists’ questions and grabbed my still‑healing arm. The wound reopened under her pull, and drops of blood fell to the floor. “Joseph, how could you be so despicable? You know Derek is innocent, yet you bribed reporters and hired online trolls. Do you want to ruin his reputation?” Her grip tightened around my wrist with great force. A sharp cracking sound followed. Pain washed over me, and a faint taste of blood filled my mouth. Derek pulled her away and acted generous. “Jaime, it’s alright. I believe Joseph wouldn’t do that.”

We stepped onto the front porch and opened the door,we walked in and i expected to hear the amazing voice as usual but what i saw is much more than that. A pretty lady is seated comfortably on the couch clad in a crop turtle-necked blouse with a green mini skirt. Her eyes were light blue and her blonde hair is in a French plait. Her nose is sharply pointed and her lips are pressed in a little smile which seems to be fake. A pink iPod on her exposed thigh. She look pretty or rather hot. "Daisy" Fleur screamed in anger and i flinched. Fleur is never someone to get this angry. Who could this be?

Fleur couldn't deny that Chris had a unique taste. She was about to explore this further when suddenly, a voice interrupted her thoughts. "Madam Fleur?" "Oh my, it's really Madam Fleur!" "What brings you out today, Madam Fleur? Afternoon tea, perhaps?" Fleur nearly choked on her coffee. Lena was also surprised when she glanced up. She saw a group of wealthy women adorned with jewelry surrounding them, eager to flatter. "Your shawl is lovely, Madam Fleur!"

Vera chuckled and said, “Young Master, you don’t need to feel too pressured. If Fleur dies of old age, it's not entirely unacceptable. After all, whoever lives longer is the true winner.” Charlie shook his head, his gaze unwavering as he said, “No! If I let Fleur die of natural causes, it would be too easy for her! I must kill her with my own hands!” As he spoke, he suddenly remembered something and blurted out, “By the way, when Mr. Chardon self-destructed just now, I saw a woman hiding nearby. She had been concealing her whereabouts, but her aura was exposed at the last moment. She possesses Reiki, so she should be a cultivator. Perhaps she is another one of the great earls from the Qing E

Fleur Landry, can you please come here and introduce yourself? Fleur looked at Mr. Rutherford and stood up to go to the front of the class. “My God she looks so much more beautiful up close", Zeeb thought to himself as her scent of roses and lilies filled Zeeb's nose when she passed by him. "Hi, everyone good morning, I'm Fleur Landry, I just moved here to Willow Creek from New Orleans. Nice to meet all of you." She said confidently. Her mellow voice was music to Zeeb's ear. It was feminine but authoritative, she talks with confidence and he was smitten.

-Yes, I promise I will. Still worried a bit, Flora respected her friend’s request and went to the launch carriage the ‘Cote d’Azur’. Firstly, the girl was stunned by the luxury of the restaurant. Then she paid attention to Amélie staring at her from a table next window. Her eyes were running up and down, shamelessly. When they caught eyes, Amélie smiled a guilty smile. Flora approached her and teased: -Oh Lady Amélie! If your gaze lingers any longer I’m going to have to start charging for rent!

, the doorbell rang. Genevieve walked barefoot in her robe to answer the door. She found a woman standing on her doorstep. She was tall, slender and wrapped in a grey trench coat that was secured neatly at her waist. Her hair was packed into a sleek bun, and her lipstick was a faint rose color. She was French, that was clear even before she spoke. “Mrs. Holloway,” the woman greeted, voice like silk. “I am Delilah Moreau. I will be your assistant for the duration of your mission.”

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.