Fleur Delacour Novels & Stories

“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.

"Reineck is wrong." Something moved at the corner of her mouth. Not warmth. The specific amusement of someone watching a small thing make a large claim, the amusement that was also a verdict. "Of course he is." She picked up the empty water glass from the table, turned it once in her hands, set it back down with the particular deliberateness of someone making a point through an object rather than words. "What are you, then?" "Nobody," I said. "Like I keep telling everyone."

The old woman retorted, and Stasia's eyes burned. "Word of advice, don't get your hopes up. They will surely dump you when the time comes. I promise you," she growled, and Martha collected her flowers from Stasia, refusing to sell the bouquet to her. "I have said nothing wrong, Aunty. She will regret it." Stasia said, and my eyes bulged, realising Martha was related to Stasia. "I can't believe you will entertain her. I would have been Luna if it weren't for her," she told her aunt, and I got up immediately, ready to leave.

Thus she would attend the white party, then she would sleep with Don, and after she had given him the best sex experience, she would wave all sort of lies, such that Don would be furious, and he would hunt Alexis to death, thus Lucy dressing today was a dress to kill. Actually Lucy was a beautiful one, she was the type whom you can gave all your salary to just to have her for a night, Lucy had a black long hair, and her facial was a smooth one with no spot, her legs were long and white like a porcelain doll, in fact Lucy was a beauty without no doubt.

Scraping his chair across the polished floor, Adrian waited for Claire to settle into her. His eyes lingered on her. She looked breathtaking. The soft maroon dress hugged her frame perfectly, making her resemble a porcelain doll. Unable to resist, he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on the crown of her head. Claire flinched. Her fingers instinctively tightened around the edge of the chair. Smiling to himself, Adrian rounded the table and took the seat opposite her. He slid the menu across the table.

So casually, too. Just a few words are already throwing my world off its axis. I would be a terrible spy. We walk up a single flight of stairs. And if I thought what I saw downstairs was glamorous, then this has to be heaven. The women sitting are all donned in pearls and diamonds. They have the most minimal makeup. But as always with the women in the werewolf world. They were so beautiful, they were almost unreal. Daciana didn't get lost in the crowd easily. Not only does her height help her, but also her aura. She was perfect through and through.

Luca, on the other hand, followed me behind my back. Charlotte seemed to have a rather surprised reaction. “Greetings, Charlotte and… her mother, Ophelia Maine,” I said, slightly bowing towards them. Ophelia was mesmerized to see my appearance. “My, what a fine lad you are. May I inquire what business you have towards us?” She asked, observing me from left to right. I chuckled at her remarks and looked at the blushing Charlotte beside her. It seems like the princess didn’t expect that I’ll be showing my presence to her mom. “Pardon me for interrupting your talk. My name’s Damien Yves Etienne—” “Oh my! I heard of you, and your accomplishments!”

"Now is the time I leave before you push me under the bed too" She left a few minutes after and I was left alone to decide which frog went best for a very annoyed Christina. I had to close my eyes to pick, seeing they were all very similar. I was ready just in time to have the last meal of the day. I wouldn't say I was starving but I did like to try new things and if he's a French chef, he must have some recipes up his sleeve. I heard they have the best delicacies and was from my mother so I couldn't call it