Flowers Are Bait Chapter 7 Novels & Stories

Then, he stepped back into the shadows. I felt a sudden, strange pull in my chest. I set my book down and looked toward the corner of the street. But I saw nothing except for a bouquet of my favorite white garland-lilies sitting on a bench. They were perfectly cultivated, the petals still glistening with fresh dew. I froze for a moment, then let the memory go with a faint, peaceful smile. I didn't reach for the bouquet. Instead, I turned away and reached for the steaming cup of coffee Dante held out to me.

She wanted to stop imagining the other life he might be living just beyond her sight. But in the dark, the perfume lingered still — not jasmine now, but smoke. End of Chapter 2 — Seeds of Poison.

Lightning tore across the stormy sky, bathing the forest in a blinding flash of white. Rainwater trickled down his dark hair before sliding over the sharp contours of his face. His unwavering gaze remained locked onto hers, calm, patient. Predatory. "I told you." A low chuckle escaped his lips as he took a slow step forward. Claire instinctively stepped back until her spine collided with the tree trunk. There was nowhere left to run. "It's pointless to escape," he murmured, his voice almost gentle. "I will always find you, my Cherry."

A soft plunk echoed through the air as the ring disappeared beneath the surface, swallowed by the deep. Carissa turned to the distance, a bright, carefree smile blooming on her face as she looked at the grave. "You're free now. From now on, love yourself more." Her smile was as lovely as ever.

Al slightly frowned, "Isn't this a home for night butterflies? The place is a flower and these women are the butterflies." "Yes. That's what the Night Flower means," Gail muttered to himself. #to be continued in Chapter 6.7 - Human World

It was a place of escape. After taking it all in, she saw Xavier’s gaze on hers. How embarrassing. She was acting out right before him. He cleared his throat and looked away, trying to concentrate on something else. Her eyes caught sight of a rose flower growing beside the massive tree to the left. The rose flower, being her favourite, captured her heart and she immediately longed for it. She took a step forward to pluck it and her leg stepped on something. She heard a click followed by what sounded like a heavy force approach. Her head snapped back, and she saw it. It was a log, chained to the tree with its mouth shaped into a stake and it swung towards her with full force and speed.

[21] ______ ***This chapter is filled with matured content and foul languages. If you aren't comfortable with foul languages, do well to skip. Read at your own risk*** _____ ||Charlotte Charlotte|| . "And this beauty here doesn't mind either." He said putting on a smug grin. I was glad the stunt I pulled made an effect on him. With the little information I have about him, I was told he isn't really into women and bitches too. I was smiling triumphantly inside me, guess he won't see it coming.

**This is a torture chamber chapter. Please skip if it is not to your liking.** Harin drifted in a hazy state, a deceptive tranquility lulling him into a false sense of security. He lay on the soft, verdant grass of a meticulously manicured garden, the warm rays of the sun caressing his bare torso. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of nearby trees, creating a soothing symphony of nature. He smiled, a genuine, unburdened expression, and reached out a tentative finger to touch a vibrant butterfly that had landed on a nearby flower.

Come on, Sha," Kian said. Kian was about to take my hand in his, but I preferred to walk casually. I took another sniff of the white rose I was holding. Hmmmm... The scent...as it's enticing as Kian's perfume. Maybe he sprayed it with perfume. I just smiled inwardly at what Kian had done for me. I hope it continues and that no more tears are shed. I hope Kian's generosity continues. Chapter 13 is coming soon.

With a determined leap, I jumped to break my mate’s fall against my body hoping she could land on my back. I mumbled helplessly, "I'm dead," as the aroma of vanilla and flowers bombarded my senses as my mate's hair caressed my face quickly. ---End of Chapter Five---