Fleur Isabelle Delacour Novels & Stories

He hadn't known what he wanted to say, only that he couldn't let her just disappear. The elevator chimed, a small, crystalline sound that felt like a bell tolling for him. The doors slid open, revealing her. Isabelle Dela Cruz, the woman who had brought color and life back into his monochrome world, stood there, a small, plain tote bag clutched in her hands. Her face was pale, her eyes were shadowed, but her resolve was a steel-hard line in the set of her jaw. She wore a simple dress, not a piece of the designer clothing he had gifted her. This was Isabelle, stripped bare of all the trappings of his world, ready to walk away.

Lucas came to the stage, went up the steps and then he took my hand without losing sight of his brother even for a moment. Lucas leaned in and spoke quietly against my ear as he said, "I told you no one touches what belongs to me. Especially that bastard twin of mine." As soon as I left the stage, with Lucas at my side, flushed by a bidding duel, and the eyes of a crowd upon us, I looked around, and my eyes rested on her--and deadened. Isabelle. She was wearing a skintight black velvet dress, red lipstick, painted across her smirk lips, as she lifted a glass of champagne towards me. Mocking. Unbothered. Confident.

she sent me off with a kiss to the lip & cheek. "I promise I will," I returned the kiss. "This is so unfair," I said leaving the room. 🌞 Isabelle Naughty memories of last night constantly replayed in my head. I felt my body heating up at the thought. I looked at the proof of our intimacy on my body, proceeding to poke the spots. I hugged myself, squeezing myself tight until I laughed from pain. I let my head fall into the pillow. Behind my eyes, I pictured Lucian's head between my thighs rising higher and higher in each moment.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

Her long, flowing hair was elegantly styled, with loose curls cascading down her back, and a tiara adorned her head, adding a touch of regal splendor to her ensemble. As Maria entered the studio, her eyes were drawn to a group of familiar faces: Li-lah, Julia, Natalia, and their dance partners. They stood together, their smiles radiant and genuine. In their hands, they held a beautifully decorated cake, its frosting a work of art adorned with delicate sugar flowers.

She leaned in to peek. “Someone is in love…” Isabella nearly flung the phone across the room. “Must you always creep up like a spy? You scared me!” She plopped down beside her, still grinning. “No need to hide it. I saw that smile. It’s either you’re in love, or you just won the lottery.” “The first time I saw Tim, I almost made a move,” Flora confessed with a dramatic sigh. “Guy is fire. But lucky for him, and you, I’m with your dad.”

**Flashback** Earlier today, when Isla and her family arrived at the hospital, in the middle of the confusion, Isla saw someone that made her pause. She saw Delphine walking out of the hospital entrance, just by the main doors, dressed in a cream coat. Her eyes were hidden behind dark sunglasses. Isla froze for a moment, she looked shocked to see Delphine in this particular hospital, knowing fully well that Delphine was more frequent in Wyndham hospital

Dexter watched her sleep, a small smile playing on her lips. . . . Fleurie arrived at her father's castle, her heart pounding in her chest. She gripped the hem of dress, a sick feeling growing in the pit of her stomach. The carriage soon rode to a stop at the entrance of the castle where she met the maids all lined up and waiting for her.

I could already feel his energy like he was in the room, but I turned to the window fixing my face with a calm expression. When Kael finally entered, the sight that greeted me caught me off guard. He was here and in his hands was a massive bouquet of tulips, large enough it almost covered his face, cascading out of his arms like a waterfall. My breath hitched in my throat, and my calm expression quickly faltered as I stared at the beautiful flowers. Tulips were my favourite flowers—a detail not many people knew, how did Kael find out. KAEL’S POV I froze for a moment outside the door of Isabelle's bedroom, staring down at the flower arrangement.

No one was there,i heard some sounds from the kitchen and hurried there. Fleur is in the kitchen backing me, she's clad in a purple mini gown with black shoes,her bob is well arranged and her light skin glowed softly...She has a nice body. "Fleur" I called and she turned..her face dissolved in a smile. "Good morning Elva" She said. "Good morning Fleur, I've checked you in your room" "Oh...I quickly came into the kitchen to microwave yesterday's leftover so we can have a little breakfast before we leave" She said.