Flowers Everywhere Flowers In Her Hair Novels & Stories

She scramble to her feet, slapping flowers and grasses off her skin and brushing her disheveled hair down with her fingers. It’s late in the evening now, the setting sun is sending its light through a high concentration of dust particles. The scent of flowers lingers in the air, the rays of the red sun on her body makes her creamy skin to glitter with a mesmerizing beam. I watch as she slide into every piece of her clothes. I clear my throat, ready to tell her what would likely break her or cause her heart to ache more than the soreness I planted between her folds. “ Kendra, what happened here today…” I pause, deciding against it. Her gaze flick up at me and my blood runs cold

I closed my eyes to remember the feeling of his fingers on my skin, and his hot breath against my neck. “Anuty Elina,” a child voice called, a girl. She is a mix of her mother and father. She has Ezra features and her mother's hair color. She is cute. “I brought you flowers,” she said, holding the flowers forward for me as she sways, “You must be Nyx, you are an angel” I said. “Carnations? How do you know I love carnations?” I asked, and she blushed looking at me. “I wanted to give you flowers from my garden, so I asked Alpha Kieran to choose for me, and he said you love carnations” she said slowly.

She stroked the flowers and didn’t respond to him. He shoved his hands in his pocket and sighed. He had known there was an unknown fear in her eyes and he had tried asking her about that night repeatedly but she didn’t even utter a single syllable. He moved to the couch by the window and crouched before her. She looked as ethereal as ever. Her honey-brown hair cascaded down and she wore a light blue headband, whose long pieces of fabric that fell down her hair. She wore an ankle-length dress. And had transparent chapstick on. He knew the flavor. It was honey. She used that Burts bee a lot.

Why did I immediately think of him? “He’s a golden retriever,” she giggled as if it was something intimate. “You seem over the moon,” I mumbled dryly. Hold, had she said two days? “Where are the children?” it came out in one panicked breath. “Oh, they are outside and these flowers came in for you,” she stepped outside as a large bouquet was wheeled inside. I tied my hair into a messy bun and got down from the bed. “What happened to me? Why’d I fall unconscious?”

I asked. She didn't respond or do anything. "Sniff it," I ordered lowly. She moved the flower to her nose slowly. I didn't get that familiar look I enjoyed watching. Why do I feel like I will never get it? She lowered the flower, still not interested in it. "Fix it on your hair." She looked at me. "Go on, white girl." She moved the flower towards her hair slowly and fixed it on the part of her hair close to her ear.

Because the guards knew her identity in advance, no one made it difficult for her. Wearing a gorgeous vintage Rococo dress, her blonde hair loosely shimmering under the moon, on the center of her head was a red rose face clip almost half the size of her head. One eye is blue like the sky, the right is mysterious under the gray wiper. Brawen walked deep into the garden like a fairy tale. Beautiful flower garden, crimson roses still wet under the night dew, glittering like red ruby. I originally intended to go see the flowers for a bit, but who would have thought that this flower garden would be as large as a city.

I queried out of breath. “Just live a little. You have been stuck in your head for a while. Get out of there and spin a little, pick some flowers, and send some birds flying. Just do something.” She threw a stone up to a tree causing some birds to scamper away, I shook my head. The lavender flower called to me again so I plucked a bunch and then I stuck it to her hair. She giggled and struck a few poses, asking me each time how she looked.

“The flowers always smell so nice.” She walked over to the flowers and plucked one. “How is he treating you?” she threw a question at me. I nodded, adjusting some strands of my hair behind my ear with a shy smile. “Well,” was all I could say. “I could tell you’ve not known him long,” she said. She sniffed the flower, then placed it in my ear, raising my chin. “Beautiful,” she muttered, and we resumed walking. She stopped speaking as she went closer to another set of flowers.I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful this lady was, regardless of her age. She was old, but she had only a single strand of white hair that complemented her long, dark hair.

Harper appeared at the start of the aisle. She looked breathtaking in a flowing ivory gown that hugged her figure before cascading into soft layers of silk and lace. Her hair was half-up, loose waves tumbling down her back, adorned with delicate white flowers. In her hands, she held a bouquet of white lilies and pale pink peonies. Their eyes met. And the air seemed to sizzle. Harper walked slowly down the aisle, her gaze never leaving his. Tears shimmered in her eyes, but her smile was radiant.

'' She sighs, deeply before cupping onto my face; letting me face her. Within seconds, she has her lips planted on mine for a loveless yet lustful kiss. Both of her hands are cupping onto my face for a better access and as she deepens the kiss, I respond back by grabbing harshly onto her hair; causing her to smirk. I look down at her lips with hatred all over my eyes but I can never harm her. Harming her would also harm Rose. I can't.