Fleur Isabelle Delacour Novels & Stories

“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!”

Chapter 96 With a heart pounding fast against her chest, Isabelle waited for an answer. She looked at Deluca with expectation, hoping that he would pick her, at least this once. Isabelle told herself that as long as Deluca picked her this once, she would not keep anything from him. She would tell him all that he needed to know about Nathan and his plans. However, Deluca's next words disappointed her to no end. "You were never going to become my Luna, Isabelle. I don't know what got into your head and why you started to believe this, but I would never make you my Luna. I was always looking for the chosen one, and that is not you, but Nora! You and I..."

She was dressed in a floral gown. "Your Highness," she bowed. "I am Odette, the royal tailor." She introduced herself politely. Isabelle saw that she was probably in her mid fifties. "What brings you here?" "I am here to take your measurement," she replied. "I made this dress for you." She raised the bag and Isabelle received it. "Thank you, let us go inside." Odette rolled her measuring tape and bowed to Isabelle. "I shall take my leave." Isabelle watched as she walked out hurriedly. She sat still on the chair in.the dining room. She could hear light footsteps approaching. Was it Juno or Malcolm? No, they wouldn't walk that way.

"Shall we go?" "Yes." Pierre followed them out and prepared to take them anywhere Felipe had in mind. Felipe gave him directions to a flower garden; the most beautiful in all of France. It was a two-hour journey. The kid was smart. He was wooing Amaya. Pierre thought Felipe was very determined to prove her wrong. He'd help Felipe if he could. Pierre liked him. Inside the carriage, Felipe told Amaya what he had done before he came to see her.

I answered quietly. Florence’s expression hardened, “That conniving bitch.” She hissed, earning a few startled glances from the others, “I never liked her anyway. All sweetness in public, but I always knew she was rotten underneath. Stealing another woman’s man? A fiancée who was about to get married? That’s disgusting.” For a moment, I just blinked, unsure how to respond. I hadn’t expected them to take my side so openly. Charlotte nodded in agreement, “I heard Isabelle’s been flaunting herself everywhere lately. But this, this is beyond shameful. Honestly, Rhea, you deserve better.”

It's all-natural and soft, from the silk scarf around the neck to the small hat on the head, which is made of fresh flowers. Flowers on the grass are not as many as those on Miren, she transforms herself into a spring flower fairy, loves small flowers, ready to put them in her lap and cuddle. Dylan was sitting across the table from Miren, reading a book. Although he is dressed in a very simple manner, his calm demeanor cannot conceal the noble aura that he exudes. The girl on the other side of him slowly opened her eyes, her eyes filled with sweetness and love as she looked at him. She reached out, grabbed a tangerine, and handed it to him with a smile on her face.

"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."

I had been looking for you, Meg; I felt delighted that you are back," she excitedly said while I was staring at her beautiful face. Isabelle was wearing a beautiful floral mini dress that hugged her body perfectly, and I knew I didn't have any right to tell my brother whom he should be with since he has the freedom to love anyone he likes. "Why are you looking for me, Isabelle?" I asked. "You should come with me, Meg. I wanted to show you something." Belle said, and I was wondering what it could be, and I felt glad she didn't ask me about my brother. She motioned me to follow her, and I realized we were going to the second floor since she had taken the grand staircase while I was following h

" Hi, Magnoila, I know you must be quite shocked about this because he's your male best friend and you have a crush on him but I don't think he might be able to return the feeling because he's getting married, I'm Alena, Nice meeting you " " Gael, Did you call Magnoila here to insult her or you want to celebrate her birthday for her? "Fleur asked angrily and a tear slipped down my eye. I took a deep breath before running out of the scene. " I will make sure you regret this for the rest of your life, For toying her feelings, You will regret this "I heard Fleur yelled and I burst into tears. " Hey, wait for me "I heard Fleur yelled and I stopped immediately.

I gazed at Zephanie, who was happily nodding at Crisha. "Amari Fleur, Collection d'Amari owner and well-known as the goddess of unique creations in Paris and other countries. I think we have been friends for quite some time since I went to Paris with Rafael. Do you remember that, Rafael? When I told you I met a brilliant woman? I was talking about Fleur." Zephanie said, which made me stiff. Does Fleur know who Zephanie and her future husband are? Is that the reason why she kept avoiding me? Or has she known for a long time?