Flowers Are Bait Chapter 7 Novels & Stories

‘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.

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

Their plan was a simple one – Flora would act as bait, luring the attacker out in the open. There was very little that could go wrong since it was so straightforward. She knew this but every muscle in her body tensed with a cocktail of apprehension and anticipation. Feigning deep concentration, she flipped through the pages of her book, her eyes barely registering the words. Silence stretched, punctuated only by the distant chirping of birds and the rustle of leaves in the breeze.

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

She inhaled deeply. “Wait,” she whispered. “What?” he asked. “How do you know about the flower you just prepared? You’re not from us. You are Inhumane.” Peirce ignored her question. “Just drink.” He poured it all in her mouth, watching as she swallowed it. “There you go.” She coughed. Peirce patted her back as she leaned over. “I stole the book about the flowers from my grandma,” he confessed. Sniffia wiped her mouth. “And you said you are unlucky,”

Said a deep voice. Cory turned around to find Papa Bois approaching them slowly. She was behind Hayden on Blaython’s back. Titan stood nearby with Sprout on his shoulder. There were only five of them now. She got off the tiger’s back and walked up to Papa Bois. She removed the crumpled wilting flowers from her satchel. Her cheeks reddened as Papa Bois studied their mangled state. He took them from her and cast them on the ground. Cory stiffened, fearing he would disqualify her somehow but he waved his hand over the flowers and they promptly burst into sparkling spores that scattered for miles and miles. Cory gasped. “Night widows are lovely flowers, are they not,” said Papa Bois. “They will

I will give these to the neighbour's kids. Even though this is the cutest teddy bear with Auburn fur and blue eyes, and the these chocolates looked too tempting I still would not accept them. I sighed as I looked at the flowers, they looked fresh and they did not have any fault. I walked toward the dining table and put the flowers in the water glass pot. I can not forgive you, Evans. *** Hola readers! I hope you all enjoy the chapter. Toodles Yours lovely CeeCee

The teamwork unfolded seamlessly as everyone pitched in to free those caught in the perilous grip of the once-beautiful, now treacherous, flowers. As the last captive member broke free, we regrouped, our collective relief palpable. The bad news was that we only noticed that the plants were drenched in wolf's bane. As if making it its fertilizer. The sweet air earlier was even wolf's bane too! The alluring view earlier deceived us to think that the scent was sweet. Smelling it together with the combined hostile pheromones, we all went dizzy. The exhaustion was kicking in now that the adrenaline rush was gone. Brian and Samuel almost went nuts to the point that their future alpha quickly thoug

When he opened his eyes, I saw him staring at me. I was going to say something when I heard a huge thud on the ground. I cast a quick glance and saw the king of Berbantes flew due to the force of my manipulated flowers with massive tendrils. His companions attempt to dodge the acid spewed by my flowers. "Stop that, Vreihya! Chaos will ensue if you kill them," Mino stated seriously at me, and I'm not sure why, but my savage plants stopped moving with my gesture.

The tranquil setting of an evening gradually came into view before his eyes as the time passed. Every day, he takes in the splendor of the setting that he fashioned. But honestly, he always felt that this scene had nothing special to hold his mind. Perhaps, he was longing for the figure of the owner of this place, not the beauty of the scene. As he stretched his hand out in front of him, a flower suddenly dislodged itself from the branch and flew into his hand. This rose, which is a red velvet rose, is stunning. There is nothing that can be done to improve the shade of red that appears on these petals; they have reached their full potential. It is beautiful, fragile, yet thorny; this beauty