Novel & Cerita Flowers Are Bait Chapter 1

Almost like it was retribution, more than a bribe. Still she wasn’t falling for it. After all, it could be some elaborate plan of his to sweep her from under. He did it the first time, he could do it again. Right now, all she wanted was to burn SAN Limited to the ground. “Have someone check the flowers for foul play,” She said after a minute of silence, “Then burn it.” ***********

And I already knew that I was going to have the time of my life. With that thought, I lulled myself to sleep. _---------_----------_------ That's chapter 1. Please tell me what you think. The Garbas will soon make an entrance don't worry. Plea Vote on this chapter, Comment and Share. All my love😘

Six egrets had bloomed in rows on a long dangling stalk. Hesitantly, Bianca dragged the earthenware pot closer. Then she took a card between the orchid's leaves. There was a piece of paper inside the small envelope, and then Bianca read the contents. ~ I'm not allowed to approach. So may this flower replace me. Can I? ~ A

High and sharp, from somewhere across the clearing. "Let's go." "I haven't had dinner yet." "There's nothing out here." A hiss, low and final, and something old in my body responded to it. Something that predated the Switch and the training and the plan for a quiet life. A wire pulled tight from the base of my skull all the way down to my feet. Ready to run. Knowing I couldn't. "Oh, there's something out here." "Hart." A pause that lasted exactly long enough. "Fine. Take care, little one. Maybe we'll meet one day."

Teaser for book 2 coming mid 2023 Chapter One Titan "Can you smell that amazing smell? I thought we were having something lemon for dessert but it never arrived. I keep catching the most amazing fresh lemon scent and my wolf is jumping around in my mind but he doesn't know what's wrong." I say to Our Luna and my good friend Cici. I turn my head trying to locate the scent. My eyes narrow in on a petite redhead and I realise she is staring right back at me.

Electricity coursing through the entire plains like a shockwave beyond imagination. A ripple leaves my throat. Human. Monster. Contorting and distorting as my consciousness is overtaken. Then it all piques. A single place. A single moment in time. A garden. The chirping of birds. The scent of citrus. The warm air. I hear a voice. “Our pact. Our contribution to humanity…” Who is that? What is this? “...the Arbin Flowers. And he will be the map.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN Ghost Story, Part 1 Rule number one of Forest Hills; don’t ask questions… you’ll never like the answers. Rule number two; when you do learn the truth, do your absolute best to look like you don’t know… that’ll keep you alive. #surviveFH #Spooksville — Tweet from Raven_Eye. I’m not entirely sure why I let Emma drag me into the school library during lunch. I’m also not sure why I didn’t just shut her crazy theory down immediately after she’d said it.

I was out from behind my desk and moving past him within seconds, but before I could make it to the door, and it wasn't even that far, he pulled me back and I ended up with my face in his chest and our bodies so close you couldn't tell the difference if not for our different coloured clothes. I was speechless, that was for sure. Speechless with a nose full of his spicy clean and crisp scent, it reminded me of black pepper. To say I was breathing him in was an understatement,I was devouring his scent. My knees positively weak, thank God he was holding me, or I would have been a puddle on the floor by now. "I didn't come to give you a break Flower, I came to feed you." His voice...the rich tim

Before he could react further, Selena suddenly called out, "Sally!" The maid bit her lip, then spun and dashed into a tent. In moments, she returned with a spear in her hands. "Catch, my lady!" she cried, flinging it with all her strength. A flash of silver gleamed as the spear landed perfectly in Selena's grasp. Without hesitation, she swung it in a wide arc. A chill of silver light streaked through the air, followed by several thunderous cracks as the spear's force scorched the earth, leaving a long, deep fissure that shimmered with flickering flames.

the boy murmured sleepily. Then, to Dixal’s utter astonishment, De Ocampo exclaimed, “That kid knows how to read minds!” Dixal blinked, startled, and snatched the bond paper from his hand. “Look at it,” the tycoon said with a grin. It was a sketch of a tall building shaped like overlapping petals—a flower blooming toward the sky. “You can name it Flower of Love Hotel,” the boy said softly, his arms wrapping around his father’s neck before drifting off to sleep.