Novel & Cerita Flowers Are Bait Chapter 20

“But freedom without understanding becomes chaos. We’ll need to teach them restraint not silence, not control, but purpose.” Kaima’s eyes softened. “Then we must begin with the children of the bloom. They’re already manifesting speech-echoes before they learn to talk.” Ari nodded slowly. “Tomorrow, we return to Hollowreach. The Council must prepare for the Second Bloom. The world’s next question is already forming. Before dawn, Ari awoke to a strange hum. The flowers around her had shifted color their glow fading from silver to deep violet. Kaima stood motionless near the Seed, her form flickering violently.

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 couldn’t care less, since I have long forgotten how to love. ‘but I don’t want you too, you still have fresh wounds around your ankles. What if it worsens?’ he reasoned. ‘just let me help you, I am your mate’ I nodded along. The dining room had a series of steps that led out to the rose garden, dotted like red jewels, the flowers gave a subtle but pleasing scent. ‘how long does it take for the flowers to bloom?’ I started the conversation. ‘every full moon, they bloom to their brightest, one week and you will see them too’ and that was when I was reminded, I would turn 20 on that full moon. I must have worn out all my luck charms in my previous life.

POV: Beatrice The stems of my bouquet bent beneath my grip, each step down the aisle tightening my hold until the fragile blooms threatened to break. The sight before me was every bit as pristine as the planners had intended: white chairs perfectly aligned, delicate flowers swaying in the ocean breeze, and a makeshift altar framed by the endless horizon. Yet, for all its beauty, the scene felt hollow, each detail mocking me with its cheerful façade.

‘It might help’ I told myself as curiosity gnawed at me. I bit my lip as I reached for it. I set the key aside, placing it carefully in the drawer before reaching for the book and picking it up. I held it, still staring at the cover. I turned to the first page. It had few information written about her. I already knew her age and now I knew she was the same age as me and that we shared the same birthday. We were more alike than we thought. The thought sent a shiver down my spine. I flipped to another page and at the first line, the words, ‘I can’t wait to leave here with him but unfortunately she knows all about it. Should we trust her?’ were written.

“I know. No one will show hospitality towards intruders.” The girl did not speak again. “I’m sorry, eliminating foreign species is my job. I have to do it, even right now.” Peony released a huge amount of smoke. It attacked the intruder. It was choking the girl. She was about to do her final blow when she sensed someone’s presence, a more powerful presence than the girl. “The scent was from him.” Peony’s system was filled with a nostalgic feeling. Her smoke that attacked the girl intruder weakened. “Zachary.” she blurted out of nowhere.

A massive, silver-tipped vine shot from the ground, wrapping around both of our waists and dragging us toward the center of the island, where a giant, glowing obsidian flower was opening its petals to receive us. (Watch out for Chapter 243) 💬 Add to library | Vote | Comment | Gifts

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I hesitate. She tried to steal from me. Hurt me. But the flower… it’s pulsing too fast. It looks like it’s feeding on her fear. I make a choice. I leap forward and slash the vines with my knife. They hiss and flinch, but they don’t let go. “Give it to me,” I say. “The flower. It’s reacting to you.” She doesn’t want to. I see it in her eyes. But she’s panicking now. She shoves the flower into my hands, and the vines instantly retract—like they were never there.

The watcher's attention wrapped around them, warm and soft, and the silver flowers pulsed with a light that held the promise of spring. The story was not over. The story was just beginning. End of Chapter 96