Flora And Helia Novels & Stories

She pulled out the photo she had stolen from Zean's workspace yesterday. Under the dim light of the lowered nightstand lamp, Helga looked back at the face of the woman in Zean's embrace. Helen Novalie. A face that was remarkably similar to her own face, but radiated a very different aura. Helen looked so graceful, sweet, and feminine with the white dress she wore. A stark contrast to Helga, who now more frequently wore cargo pants, boots, and had several bruises on her body due to fighting practice.

Evelyn pulled out her phone, capturing everything—the sky, the horizon, the fading light spilling across the clouds. Every second felt unreal. The helicopter began to descend. “Look down.” Roman’s voice came again. “What?” “Look.” Evelyn frowned but leaned forward. Her breath hitched when she saw what was below them. A vast sea of flowers stretched endlessly. Different colors spilled across the land—reds, yellows, violets, blues—like the ground had been painted alive. The wind brushed through them in soft waves. Evelyn covered her mouth. “Oh my God…”

Freya’s nails, which were cut like daggers, sliced against Cassiopeia's cheek, leaving a visible claw mark. Cassiopeia was bewildered by what Freya was saying. "I don't know what you are talking about. Let me go." "You’re still lying!" Freya gestured at the pale-looking Liam, who was lying on the bed, and teared up. "Liam is only four years old and just had a kidney transplant. How can you be so cruel to him? Aren’t you a mother too?"

Helena was our florist since our last florist got sick and have to sell her shop that Helena bought two years ago. Helena has a goddess beauty but she would always play it cool. I even have this idea in my head that Helena came from a wealthy family and only wanted a low-key life out of the spotlight. She's always kind and smiling and extra attentive to her customers. Usually, during Mother's Day, she would give out beautiful bouquets to whoever would drop by to her shop. It makes me admire her more. “It's now or never, babe. Let's go.” The small bell chimed as we opened the door of the shop. A variety of sweet-smelling flowers immediately invaded my senses as it welcomes us before the owner

The dining room was pure theater—crystal chandelier, antique furniture, place settings that probably cost more than most people’s cars. Helena had positioned herself at the head of the table like a queen holding court. “So, Floris,” she said, cutting her salmon with surgical precision. “Tell me about yourself.” “Not much to tell. I work for your son.” “Yes, I gathered that. In what capacity?” Floris glanced at me. I kept my expression neutral. “Executive assistant.” “How interesting.” Helena’s tone suggested it was anything but. “Eric’s had so many assistants over the years. They never seem to… last.”

The Helix was a five star hotel which until last week always chose the other famous flower shop to cater them, but then their manager called Hailey around eight in the morning and told her if we could be there and finish before noon, we'd have the contact for a year. “You really think so? Hmm it does look great, right? You don’t think it’s too wild with all the mini sunflowers in there?” “No. It looks perfect. I’m going to get the rest of the stuff and then we’ll get out of here. Are you going back to the shop or…?”

The Internet went crazy. [ recognize the synthetic essential oil that Lia used! It produces the highest quality when blending perfumes, resulting in a longer-lasting and superior fragrance! What was that thing Helma took? A small piece of wood?] [I said before that Helma is just for show. She is a mortician and a beauty blogger. Do you really think she is omnipotent and can blend perfume?] [I think Helma is planning to ruin it completely. I don't think she will be able to qualify in the top 50. Just now, I saw her taking a handful of dried flowers. The dried flowers looked like they were the warehouse's decor. She's just winging it. ]

The guard bowed their heads in his direction. “Welcome to the Varmore Empire, Prince Helios!” He simply acknowledged them with a simple nod before hitting his horse to enter the palace gates. Lila, who had been taking care of him, followed him from behind alongside the assassins assigned to assure the safety and security of their prince. As they made their way to the Euthoria Mansion, the first thing that Helios noticed were the blooming blue gentians littering the sides of the pavement. As far as he remembered, these were the flowers that used to trigger the emperor’s so-called dark side, but seeing that the flowers were not being taken out meant that it no longer had that kind of effect.

Flora Amor acted as though she didn’t hear a thing and walked straight into the office. “Damn you! You bitch! I’m talking to you!” Veron screamed after her. Ignoring her still, Flora Amor stepped inside—and stopped. A bouquet of roses sat on the desk, along with an invitation card. Curiosity nudged her forward. She picked up the card. A wedding invitation. Dixal and Shelda’s wedding. Her brows lifted. 'Who commissioned this—Shelda?' A bitter laugh spilled from Veron behind her. “What? Shocked? Even you couldn’t escape Dixal’s games. Three days from now, he’s marrying Shelda. All your fantasies about him end there.”

Flora answered, and they reached her place. "How about your father?" Stella stopped Flora from opening the main door. "He's fine with it!" Flora answered and opened the main door. They saw Beta Helias in the living room, and Stella immediately greeted him. "Nice to see you again, Stella. How's your new mate?" Beta Helias asked her, "We are good, thank you for asking!" Stella answered.