Fleur Isabelle Delacour Novels & Stories

“Mom, this is Fleur.” I extended my hand to shake hers. “Lovely to meet you.” She smiled, but it wasn’t the same warmth she gave to her son. “Delphine. It’s lovely to meet you as well.” She pulled her hand away first and regarded me with a shrewd stare. “When Bastien told me about you, he said how beautiful you were—and he did not exaggerate.” Bastien smirked as his hand inched closer to my ass, his mother unable to see because she faced me head on. “I didn’t need to.”

Now it was time for payback. The young woman was dressed provocatively in a too tight gown which matched her striking green eyes. “I can see the resemblance,” Lysette said. “Except for the freckles. Don’t you find them ugly, my love?” “Some say they are kisses from the sun,” she remarked, moving restlessly beneath the coverlet. “I wonder what else has entered that pretty mouth.” “You are disgusting, de Mornay.” “Careful, Fleur. I could have you whipped.”

Isabelle face the ladies and smile,scouting them each swiftly "You work for the Macks" "Three of us, two are new,Elisha and pola"one of them spoke "I'm Nadia Gowolka"Isabelle nod. "I want the people from the Macks to step back"The three step back leaving the remaining two "This two will stay,the others have their life entwined with the Macks and I won't take it,you can all leave"Isabelle snap her yellow belt on her tulip gown "You'll come with me jakub" The ladies bow all with a smile.

Fleurie felt tingles all over her body, her heart fluttering with joy, and she practically danced out of their chamber and to the elevator, not forgetting her new Tommy Hilfiger Monogram Plaque Backpack and note boke to communicate. She stepped out of the elevator and made her way to the massive kitchen, having gained the confidence to walk without Graysen lingering behind or in front of her. Fleurie was shocked to see Xaun, the father of land and woods, seated on a stool with a young guy curled by him. She had no idea he was already here in the castle, so she was surprised to see him and the charming young man. Xaun became aware of his queen's presence in the room. His mate Apollo cuddled t

"But it's not a bad experience at all. Remember when I and Alpha Chandler came to Miss Maxine’s cafe, we were both men but we enjoyed eating cake together." "..." "Speaking of cake, who is the baker of the cake? It is so delicious! The sweetness is just right and..." "If I'll give you my dessert, will you shut up?" Isaac asked. And Eugene quickly answered, "Of course." A sharp sigh escaped from Isaac’s lips. Ready to sacrifice his dessert, Isaac grabbed the edge of his plate. He was about to put it near Eugene's side but… [Wow, a flower? This is the first time I have seen this. What is the name of this flower?]

But there are some people who still longs for more rather than staying in the room, locked up and just playing games. I am one of them. And now, I have friends, and I finally get along with my family. I also have found the love of my life. I am Miss Wallflower, and this is my story. END

her lips were curled into a soft, welcoming smile. I offered a small smile in return before muttering a soft "Hello" Lilo looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to say my name, but then sighed when she realized I wasn't going to. "Colleen, this is Rosalya, but she also goes by Rosie. She's Calix’s human mate!", Lilo said like if she were a proud mom. Oh my gosh, this girl. Colleen gasped, clamping her hands to her mouth with widened eyes. I shrunk into the bed a little as I wasn't really liking her reaction.

Elsa replied “Thank you for telling me that but…who are you to Mike?”Lucy asked with a jealous tone “I am…”Elsa was about to say friend but another voice spoke from back “Wife…”Fleur was the one who announced Elsa his wife Not only Lucy but also Elsa looked at her with wide open eyes “I mean she is not married to him but who knows,” She said with a tilted smile and took Elsa by hand “I will come visit you again, but I am getting late” She kissed her on the forehead and walked out of the café

*********** August brought Isabelle's wedding preparations into a serious phase. She called me every three days with a specific question or crisis that was usually resolved within the conversation itself, because Isabelle's crises were generally theatrical scaffolding around decisions she'd already made. I was the witness. Claire's sister was the other. The ceremony was planned for the following April in a garden venue outside the city. "I need you to look at the florals," she said on Thursday. "I don't know anything about florals." "You know everything about visual composition. It's the same principle." She sent photographs. "The first option or the second?"

The man suddenly pulled out a dagger and pressed it against my neck. The blade was seconds away from sinking into my flesh when another red comment flashed across my vision. "I remember now! Isabelle was boasting about getting plastic surgery to look just like her best friend, Alicia Sinclair, during a party abroad. She mentioned that since she looked identical to Alicia, she would definitely be able to catch the attention of Frank Lambert, who was secretly nursing a crush on Alicia. "Isabelle had always been incredibly jealous of Alicia. Eventually, that jealousy morphed into hatred, and she began scheming against her. She distanced herself from Alicia, claiming that she needed to travel ab