Flora And Helia Novels & Stories

Flora’s P.O.V “One day, Selene, the beautiful and serene Goddess of the moon was riding through the sky in her beloved silver chariot, driven by two stunning steeds whose coats were as white as snow and they bore wings of the same pristine white on their backs. Morning was almost upon her and she was travelling back home to rest. But while crossing a large grassland near the hills behind which the sun would rise, she saw something that immediately caught her attention. “Or, rather…it was someone.

"Her majesty, I saw her in the passage near the Falling River. She was seriously injured and there was a flower with her." "What flower?" Amnisty doesn't answer right away. She and the queen already talked about this situation but they need to do it again to inform Dealla. She sighs before answering. I hate repeating. "It's Peony." "Oh, what a nice flower and it's the favorite of our friend, Amnisty. Right?" "You're right, her majesty." "Since you don't remember your name, darling. How about I'll name you Peony? Is it fine with you?" The queen strokes some strands of Dealla's hair. She puts it behind her ear. The queen stares at Dealla’s face.

"Oh, Carlo. Look at me. Take a good look... Whose wedding do you think this is? This is my wedding. Mine, and I'll be marrying Luca. And you? You're just a madman crashing someone else's wedding." His smile froze. Tears rolled down his face. "No… It's not true… Rosa, you love me…" I dropped the wilted roses at his feet. "You're wrong. I did love you...but that was in another life. You murdered that love with your own hands, and my life along with it. All I have for you in this life is hate." I took Luca's arm and walked past Carlo without looking back. His cries echoed behind me, but none of that mattered to me anymore.

Lexie's POV A week later, Daniella was gone. I didn't hold a funeral for her according to her will. Instead, I buried her in the place she had chosen before she passed. There was a lake in front of it, where the sunset could be seen. In the spring, tiny blue and pink flowers would bloom. She didn't suffer much when she died. I cried as I kept telling her I was sorry, but she just smiled and said, "I've already forgiven you."

With a smile, she approached the half open door but stopped as she peered inside, her breath catching. The murmurs she heard turned into moans. Ryan was there, his lean, tattooed body pressed against Lila, her best friend. Their bodies weren't just pressed against each other, it was obvious they were in the middle of sex. Her moans filled the air along side her shaky voice. “Ooohh, I love you Ryan…” she breathed, her eyes rolling backwards. “Damn… you're much better than my girlfriend.” He breathed, thursting deeper into her.

I knew my mom would be pissed that I was even considering marrying this man, but the thought of him with someone else made a ball of furious rage form in my chest. I swallow as we stop in front of a high entry way covered by hanging flowers. "Have fun, Lady Delilah." I smile at Chepi and walk through the flowers. Here we go. The greenhouse was probably twenty feet by twenty feet, with rounded edges rather than squared like the rest of the rooms. The ceiling was replaced with a crisscrossing wood pattern, no glass though, just vines and flowers and moss climbing over the wood. I wondered if it'd form a natural roof one day. The sides of the room have rows of seedlings just barely sprouting, f

"Yea? It's a lily? What about it?" My answer made him snicker as he turned his head in my direction. "It's not a lily. It's called Elnea. It's a flower tended to by the flora fairies that used to follow Eleanor's orders. The sword was what Eleanor knew how to use the best. Eleanor smells like Elnea." So, the flowery scent I smell on Eleanor is Elnea? "So, it has nothing to do with your glory?"

I asked, throwing some more sweet buttery popcorn into my mouth. Dad shook his head, hands wrapping around his cane as if trying to shake off the confusion, “I want to understand your movie son- but the sandix is the heart of the universe right? Isn’t that why the Algorians and the…uh...” “Ishcans.” “Right, the Ishcans as well as the rebel planets wanted the sandix, so how the hell did it turn out to be Valeria?” “Dad, it’s all explained in the movie,” I dragged, I was not about to explain a whole 3 hrs. event.

10 minutes and a well-rounded tour of hell, I’ll sugarcoat it. I look at the mirror dua hanged by the window quoting; it’s all about the lighting. I see my face, same eyes, same nose and the same tiny mole under the nose bridge. All, the same but yet so different, the person looking back, isn’t me. It’s not even someone I’ll know. I won’t know her even if I tried. … 7.45 PM Lena: Pyramid of Giza? I saw Lena’s text on my screen. I bet she googled the easiest historical monument to make.

Helga chose not to press further, sensing the potential for tension. "Why did you choose burgundy ranunculus? It’s not your favorite flower." "Bee picked it. He said its color complements my gown." "I think soft pink and blue would suit you better. Dahlia mixed with muscari would highlight your personality." "I know, but this wedding isn’t just about me. Bee suggested burgundy ranunculus, and I didn’t mind. Besides, we’ve already secured the flowers. I’m not changing the concept now." Helga chose to remain silent. She admired how Bonita avoided making a fuss over minor details, unlike other brides who demanded everything align with their preferences. However, Helga couldn’t shake her concern