Fleur Stroy Novels & Stories

“The person is the story.” Fleur Demers was Belgian, fifty-two, with the particular composure of someone who had spent thirty years looking at difficult things—wars, disappearances, betrayals, the kinds of truths that resisted simplification. She had learned to look long enough for understanding to emerge, rather than be defeated by the first wave of sorrow or shock. Her directness came from experience, a soft efficiency that bypassed the ornamental. Clarity, she believed, was a form of kindness.

Carefully mashing the small delicate flower in mortar and pestle before making her way to the kitchen above, she has to make the flower into fragrance before Jordan gets back. She had just finished extracting the liquid from the mashed flower, getting ready to apply it on herself when she felt a presence behind her, due to shock the liquid splashed on the person. "Oh my! I didn't mean to scare you" it was Audrey, Fyre glared at her, she was livid. "Why will you sneak up on someone like that, now you wasted all my efforts" Fyre disregard everything and snapped at her. "I'm really sorry but I didn't sneak up on you, I was calling you but you didn't seem to hear me so I...." Fyre just pack up w

" There were plenty of flower shops along the way, but none of them satisfied Willow. Eventually, she picked a store that looked clean and pretty and had beautifully wrapped flowers. Willow stepped inside. The shop owner greeted her with a smile. "What kind of flowers do you want to buy, kid?" "Roses!" Willow declared boldly. She heard that roses symbolized love. If she gave roses to her parents, they would surely understand just how much she loved them. The shop owner led her to the roses. "You can choose the roses, kid." "Thank you." Willow watched carefully from the side. There were different colors of roses—white ones, red ones, and even roses that gradually transitioned from white to bl

and unlocked the door. He moved her going away from him...he was looking at her without blinking and taking in her beautiful and gorgeous self.. Her white coat that is her pride and signifies her hardwork to her patients, was held in her one hand... Her purse in other hand... A stethoscope, that was, is and maybe will be her favourite jewellery that she always carried around with her, was around her neck.... She was beauty with brains in herself. A perfect combination... No wonder his mom loves her more than him and would stay unhappy everytime Kiara or anyone bought up the topic of their marriage ceremony to be held...

Ava's POV: "This one,"? Fleur inquired us for the twentieth time. Cora grunted beside me and I falsified a smile at her. Fleur narrowed her eyes at us. "Oh come on Fleur, just select one goddamn dress. It's Alpha's Anniversary not yours," Cora threw her hands in the air. Today, I was feeling better so Fleur dragged us for shopping. She is in for six hours and still hasn't decided anything. It's her first party with Daniel and she wants to look her best, her words.

His heart swelled with a mixture of admiration and desire, a longing to be a part of her world of blossoms and dreams. Without a backward glance, Nesta rushed out of the shop, her purpose pulling her away. Erdem remained rooted to the spot; his gaze locked on her diminishing figure. He watched as she merged into the tapestry of the city, her presence fading like a distant memory. It was as if time stood still, and he wished for nothing more than to capture this fleeting moment forever. Finally tearing his gaze away, Erdem allowed his eyes to wander and rest upon the name adorning the flower shop's facade. ‘The Florecer Florist’ it read, its elegant lettering embodying the essence of the vibr

He walked out of the room not bothering to wait for him. Feng Shao huffed and followed him to the hall. He could see beautiful flower beds on the sides of the pathways which he was walking on. He could also smell the calming fragrance. And some medicinal herbs used merely for the purpose of decoration. The sun was shining so brightly with a wonderful breeze accompanying the heat that was making multiple hazes on the soils. It was a wonder as to why those flowers were thriving nicely in such a weather. "We're here." The little boy announced in a bored tone.

Landry POV Landry looks up from his conversation about painting the palace walls just in time to see Bernice take a deep inhale of the most dangerous flower ever. “Shit!” He shouts, racing over. His eyes scan the area, looking for detoxifying berries. This flower is known as an intense aphrodisiac, sending whoever smells it into deep and sometimes incurable lust. Not only would that hurt a normal person, Bernice is already ill, and Landry doesn’t even want to think about how that could hurt her.