Flora And Helia Novels & Stories

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.

Being here makes me feel like I’m home strangely enough “Come on Helia” The older woman said to young Helia. The little girl waved at Helia who smiled and waved back at her young self. As if that’s not weird. Celeste gracefully strode from the room followed by Hildegarde and young Helia. I turned my attention back to the Helia I knew, whose aberration seemed to be more transparent than before.

Then, both out phones buzzed. Zac reached over to grab his from the bedside table and I looked down at mine. A notification from Shane popped up. He had made a group-chat called"Flower Children" —with him, John, Zac and I in it. He sent a photo Zac and I asleep, all tangled up together. I sucked in a breath. As cute as the photo may be, my stomach swirled with anxiety and guilt. I wasn't supposed to fall asleep here—with him, in his bed.

Camp Atlantis had done great work in inculcating new principles and responsibilities in our lives. I was enjoying the morning view in the garden with my mug of tea. I loved to see the mist on flowers and leaves. Watching the water droplets doing their best to survive refreshes, my soul. It was my involuntary reflection that turned me back with the sounds of the steps. I was surprised to see Zayn standing right behind me. "Umm..., Good morning Zayn" I did my best to act normal. I still hated the idea that we were not friends. But my instincts said that I should not meddle with this person.

her lips were curled into a soft, welcoming smile. I offered a small smile in return before muttering a soft "Hello" Lilo looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to say my name, but then sighed when she realized I wasn't going to. "Colleen, this is Rosalya, but she also goes by Rosie. She's Calix’s human mate!", Lilo said like if she were a proud mom. Oh my gosh, this girl. Colleen gasped, clamping her hands to her mouth with widened eyes. I shrunk into the bed a little as I wasn't really liking her reaction.

I absolutely refused to face the fact that my shoulder wound wasn’t healing—or that the cold had encompassed my shoulder entirely. “You activate it with a word.” She whispered, turning the bottle in her hands. Written on a stained slip of paper, taped to the bottle, was the word; ‘Flamia’. “Alright—let’s do this. I don’t have much energy left, Rayna’s completely drained.” I told her, hating the guilt that burned in my gut. “I can draw them away, Rachel. I’ve been trailing after you. You’ve gained nearly every librarians attention.” Helena replied with a brave smile. “I’ve got this, alright? Trust me, and let’s get the hell out of here.”

Claire circled her arms around his neck as she snuggled her face into his chest. The drug had seeped into her body. Adrenaline coursed through her veins. She closed her eyes and readily surrendered to his illicit desires. Lifting her from the ground, Adrian guided her legs and hooked them around his waist. Claire complied as she tilted her head a little to give him better access to her mouth.

She explained everything to them, said goodbye, and left. She planned to go to the city hall to collect the divorce certificate, then head straight to the airport. The sunlight was gentle as she walked slowly along the greenway. Julian’s car was parked nearby. The window rolled down. Moon sat in the front passenger seat. She held a bouquet of flowers and stared at Xena provocatively. Julian said firmly, “Get in the car.” Xena did not move. Julian stepped out of the car and walked over to her. He frowned and took the luggage from her hands.

A knot of anxiety grew in his stomach, but he was stuck there until the ceremony ended. Just as the bride was about to walk down the aisle, the courier handed Frank a bouquet. Susanna was mid-speech, and Frank nodded with a smile, lifting the flowers. However, his face went ghostly white when he saw the card. The courier said, "Sir, there's also a video. The lady who sent these flowers wanted you to see it. "She wishes you a lifetime of happiness with your chosen one and that she hopes you two never cross paths again—"