Flor De La Muerte Novels & Stories

It made her confidence waver, Alexander had never brought a woman home before and let them stay back…he would fuck them and then discard them, which were the rules…when a family member stole from the Guerrieros, they’re killed and so are their families or rather they’re turned to slaves, maids, sold to brothels but this one— Andrea inhaled deeply as she watched Alexander’s departing back. The girl was being kept in the house he built for his woman, the only woman he’d ever loved, Martha was the bitch’s name. They said she died of cancer but the Salvatores and the Guerrieros knew otherwise. She was poisoned and Alexander stuck by her side as her health slowly deteriorated, his one weakness in

"Okay but, this isn't fair. You need to look on the bright side too, what about times that you want to live your life to the fullest?" I scoffed. "You are ridiculous". "Every time you feel like you want to live, promise me you'll put up a flower" Aarish said. "Oh shut up, I am not like you Mr square shooter, and I am not planning to change who I am and why would I?" "It’s only fair, you shouldn't be so dark, Li" He continued” and a butterfly with a flower is not lonely" he stopped. "And you didn't kill your brother" He said barely audible.

There was no grass, and only bitter winds blew. The only visible things were the flowers growing on both sides of the road, appearing extremely beautiful and lush. Those were red spider lilies, also known as lycoris radiata, or the corpse flower. It was said the flowers bloom for a thousand years and withered for another thousand years, so the flowers and leaves never meet. Love transcended karma, and destiny dictated life and death. It was said to be the flower of the underworld, growing by the banks of the river of oblivion. It was beautiful, ominously so.

Even if you saw the timing earlier it was truly amazing. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 Kay is very sadistic huh? It's terrible to imagine him killing. In the blurb, Kay is like an Autumn Crocus flower. Purple flowers are very beautiful but dangerous. In that beautiful flower there is a colchicine compound that can cause death. Who said that? writing this chapter is not easy. Because Marry has to research the murder and the tools used by Kay. So hopefully many will like this story. See you in the next chapter. Bye ...

I laughed, trying to lighten the mood. My dad followed me, shaking his head. "That's not a good way to deal with it, Jas. Something bad happening doesn't take away that it's still also your birthday." He smiled sympathetically. "You know your mom wouldn't want you to be doing this every year." I sighed as I headed out of the house and to my dad's car. "Well—it just doesn't feel right to do it any differently." - I placed the flowers down on my moms grave. Jasmines. Her favourite.

No wait, that's not the point. "What are the ingredients?" Mikhail asked as he shook his head to clear off the irrelevant thoughts and stared directly at Louis. "This is called the Everfrost Dying Wish Poison. The poison is made by mixing an extract of the essence of an Everfrost flower with a Cecilia Waterlily." "Erm... What's that..." Mikhail asked as he stared blankly at Louis. They sound like flowers but he had never heard of them before. It sounded so fictitious. "The Everfrost flower is a flower that grows only on the peak of the mountain known as the Snow Lucradis. As for the Cecilia Waterlily, it comes from the country in the West, which we luckily still have in inventory."

CARLISLE Of course, I was lying. Why would I visit that animal? I just wanted to get some information from him and that was it. I got some flowers on my way to the office. “Really? Sunflowers?” I looked at Gomez confused. “What? They're flowers.” He collected them from me and returned them. “No, they're sunflowers and you can not take that when someone has died. It's disrespectful. Sunflowers are for happy occasions, you take white roses when someone has died.”

This new test, however, was legally binding and established Daniel as Florence's sole heir. Florence's condition deteriorated further over the next six months. One late autumn evening, a caretaker played a movie for her. When the scene showed a young man speeding on a highway and crashing, Florence suddenly reacted violently. She threw herself from the sixth floor and died instantly. Acting as her late son's widow, Marigold was the one who handled Florence's funeral arrangements. With no surviving parents or children, Florence's death ensured that all her assets, including the share of Chester's estate she had inherited, went entirely to Daniel.

I'm so dumb. "My mother did." I mutter. "Yes. And I don't have an answer for that. She may be where you got your blood from, I couldn't say for sure unless I met her." I nod a little, and swallow heavily. "And the flowers you say bloomed from your tears? Gudinna are known to be able to create life, like you did. That is a very, very rare gift, Delilah." He was saying it like I should be glad, like I should feel lucky.

"Check this out! I had someone pick this up from overseas. It's cutting-edge." She revealed a spray that looked like an asthma reliever. "Take a guess. It's the latest breakthrough, supposed to work wonders for your health." "Thanks," I said, giving it a brief look before setting it aside. She did not press on, seeing my lack of excitement. For the next few days, she was all in, the picture-perfect partner—rushing home from work, cooking up a storm, and springing little surprises on me. However, my composed demeanor never wavered.