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she said quickly. “She’s not supposed to have that flower in here. That Lunaris Bloom is restricted. Only approved researchers—” “It’s in a secured lab,” I cut in calmly, dusting off my clothes as I stood fully. “And I’m an approved student researcher for this project.” I lied. Theresa blinked like she didn’t expect that. Then her face twisted. “No way,” she muttered. “That’s not possible.” I didn’t argue further. I simply turned slightly and walked back to the table, checking the Lunaris Bloom again. The petals were still weak, still struggling.

“We can’t risk it. The flowers’ power is too significant, and we don’t know what lengths people might go to in order to obtain them and come for me as well. We stood there in silence for a moment, contemplating the flowers’ beauty and the profound implications of their presence. It was both a blessing and a burden, a reminder of the ancient power that still lingered in our world, hidden and waiting to be discovered. “Leave them here,” she instructed, her voice filled with an odd mixture of reverence and practicality. “They will wither in about a week, but you can use them on cuts and burns.” I nodded, absorbing the information. The flowers, with their fleeting yet potent properties, were bot

The space was intimate, lit only by low amber lanterns, with a wide velvet chaise in the center surrounded by shelves of rare essences. He held a small obsidian vial. “Tonight we test the Forbidden Lotus. This blend is the most dangerous I’ve created. It induces total, helpless submission — stripping away inhibitions and creating an overwhelming need to obey and beg. You will wear a full dose. I will restrain you and edge you for as long as I wish. You will not come until you beg in the most explicit, degrading way possible.” My pulse spiked. “How explicit?” “You’ll see.” He removed my coat, leaving me naked. Then he applied the Forbidden Lotus with slow, deliberate strokes. He dabbed it on

Damien said. Lauren scoffed, "What makes you think I won't? This is against the law! You're in love with a slave!" "You want to say that louder, I think Tokyo didn't hear you quite well." Damien hissed. Lauren rolled her eyes. "I will keep your secret if you agree to marry me." Damien chuckled, "Not a chance."

“Do you smell it?” My frown deepened. “What nonsense are you blabbering about? Have you lost your mind?” He turned his head away from me, doing that weird sniffing thing. “The whole palace needs to be rid of moonveil blossom.” Moonveil blossom. There was nothing like that planted anywhere on my grounds. “I think you have officially lost it and you better pray to the goddess that I don’t lose my shit.” “Who put this flower here?” He motioned to the discard bouquet. “Whoever put this here is bathed in the moonveil blossom.”

I pulled the Ghost’s Whisper out and set it on the vanity. Mira glanced at the flowers. “What is that?” she asked, reaching for them. “They’re beautiful.” I slapped her hand away. “It’s a ceremonial flower for fertility,” I said. “Not to be touched by anyone but the Queen.” Mira nodded, not bothering to ask more questions.

I shot them a questioning glare, " What nonsense is this?" One of the guards responded bowing his head slightly, " Pardon us, Young Lady. Mr.Davidson has forbidden you to step out of this villa alone.” I shouted not holding back anymore, " What rubbish are you spouting! I am not a prisoner of him. Besides, I have an urgent task to do now. Let me know." The guards were unmoved despite my requests and stopped me several times from going outside. I stood there grounded stubbornly but they showed no sympathy. Frustrated, I started to get a panic attacks. If Carl leaves today, I will never find him again.

“We need to be cautious about that flower. I don’t trust Freya’s intentions at all.” He nodded, glancing at her. “I had my suspicions as well.” “Accept it, but don't touch it,” I said firmly. “I’ll call the potion master to examine it. If there’s anything suspicious, we would know very soon enough.” As the delegates returned to their chambers, I summoned the Pack’s potion master. He came in time and examined the flower carefully, his brow furrowing as he sniffed the petals and studied the stalk. “It appears normal at first glance,” he said, standing straight up. “but there’s something unusual about its scent. It’s faint, almost unnoticeable, but it has an addictive power. If the scent is inh

I was about to raise my hands to ask him what he was thinking of me, but Wolfgang reacted quickly and held my hands above my head. "No," he brought his face closer and shook his head slowly, "You're not allowed to communicate with your hands, Chiara. If you want to tell me something, you'll have to find your voice again." I glared at him as a sly smile made him look terrifyingly sensual. I struggled with my wrists, but my body froze and then subsequently caught fire when Wolfgang took a nipple into his mouth, sucked on it, and toyed with it with his tongue. The air escaped from my lungs due to the intensity of those sensations that I hadn't felt in a long time. I had to remind myself to brea

His heart suddenly clenched with pain. Persephone cherished the streets of Flinge, particularly the unknown little colorful and vibrant flowers blooming by the roadside. She claimed these flowers were never seen in Centrolis. After confirming they were unattended, she secretly plucked a bunch and turned them into dried flowers. Each day, she would beam at the flowers with a bright smile.