Fleur Delacour Novels & Stories

And that's the biggest reason stopping her from showing any positive signs from her to him. Putting a stone over her senses she could accept him being an animal and a ruthless beast but she can't accept the fact that one day she will have to share him. Alas! He already has another mistress as well. What's the guarantee he will stay loyal to her? The woman seems to be after her throat. Fleur was weak. Extremely weak for her own good. Her mind was too naive to built any conspiracies against anyone. After a few hours as soon as she went to the garden to get a peaceful air but just when her feet stepped over the grass a flying rolled-up paper hit her head. She sighed grabbing the paper and even

Dorothy said, “Why are they recording a woman? Weren’t you guys talking about a Stone Ganbling Prince? Is she the prince then?” Beatrice replied, “Of course not, Sis. Do you not know who this woman is? This woman really is something else, you’ll definitely be shocked. She has a nickname—Princess Fleur.” “Princess Fleur?” Dorothy paused for a brief moment before exclaiming. “You’re saying, she’s Waltz Fleur from Thousand Miles Conglomerate?”

“But ma’am—” “I said, get out!” Flora Amor stared, unsure whether the woman was angry—or jealous. 'Unbelievable. How many women does that man have?' She remembered her manager’s advice: Never argue with the fiancée—or the Finance Director. So she swallowed her pride and stepped out. “Where’s Dixal?” Another voice echoed from the door. Flora Amor turned—and froze again. Another woman had entered. Tall—perhaps five-four, but her four-inch heels made her even taller. She wore a sleeveless jersey dress that hugged every curve, its deep V-neck leaving little to the imagination.

“Don’t touch me, criminal! Do you think I don’t know that you were one of the people who ruined Blu Arte’s reputation? And Cosmo—Brianna’s business? Do you really think I’m unaware that you were the one who destroyed Bryle’s sister’s company? Stop pretending that you’ve done nothing wrong. You’re insane, Fleur, and you shouldn’t even be here.” “The audacity you have to speak to me like that, Felicity Rose Lee,” she spat furiously. “You don’t know what you’re talking about—” “Oh, come on. Stop acting innocent, Fleur. No one is going to believe you anymore.” “Bitch—”

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

She had a small garden that grew a Jane Magnolia Tree, Sunshine Ligustrum, and some other trees that I didn't recognize. "A School project?" David squinted his eyes. He seemed to be suspicious of what she said. "Yes, I take a photography class. So I decided why shouldn't I come here? I mean it's beautiful." She made eye contact with him. She knew he suspected her. "Pretty boy, what do you think I came here? To suck a dick or kill a bear?" She smirked then laughed mockingly. Ohhh! She got him good. "I want to say option one but I know you are a good girl." He bit his lips and winked. There he goes again with his flirting. At this rate, he was going to be the king of the mackers.

All eyes weren’t on me, but I imagined they were, and that alone was enough to make my palms sweat. The doorman gave me a polite nod after he scanned my ticket confirming its validity , holding the door open as I walked inside. The hum of conversation and soft jazz hit me like a wave. Every detail oozed wealth and exclusivity. Towering floral arrangements, champagne towers, and polished marble floors reminded me just how far I was from my usual world. I scanned the room, trying to find him without looking like I was trying to find him. Luca Del Vecchio wasn’t the kind of man you stumbled upon. He was the kind of man who made you feel his presence before you saw him.

"...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.

Then the door opened and she was there. Beautiful in the specific way of people who had known it long enough that it had become structural rather than circumstantial, carried like a credential, a fact about the world rather than something that required management. She set the tray down without looking at me, which was itself a complete sentence. She smelled of wolf.

" I don't know, He assured me lots of things, I don't know why he did this to me " " Who's Zoe?, I want to know the bit*ch he dumped you for " " Zoe, Gael sister, She's the one " " Really?, I know what to do then "She mumbled under her breath and my heart skipped. Fleur doesn't take it easy when someone hurts me. She is crazy. " Don't try to do.... " " Have a nice day, Magnolia, We will talk later "She dropped the call immediately. Oh,God!