His Little Flower Flora And Felix Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

Just his eyes burning into mine. He was for a fourteen year old. I let him into my life, he held on the bumpy ride. I put up my first flower on the wall that day, next to a butterfly. It was a rose.

They struggle through the winter to come in Spring in order to decorate our nature with its colour of happiness. I don’t know how much I struggled but I know Inaya was reborn because of Carlos. Inaya got her hope because of the ruthless American Mafia Carlos Joseph Marcello. And Inaya would be living in some part of this world because of you. Forgive me for everything. Forgive our unrequited forbidden love. It is supposed to be cherished and not be lived anymore. We met as strangers but turned out to be the most important part of each other’s life. But I can’t live with the guilt of pushing you every time in a danger zone. Let me cherish our moments and live alone. In your pensive mood talk

But there are some people who still longs for more rather than staying in the room, locked up and just playing games. I am one of them. And now, I have friends, and I finally get along with my family. I also have found the love of my life. I am Miss Wallflower, and this is my story. END

But I didn’t see or feel anything except for a bump. Ahh, yes, I found a switch. So, I swipe up and the lights did indeed come on. Yes, I am doing a victory dance inside my head. Yeah, thank God. I had a smile on my face. When I was done with my happy victory dance. I started looking around and I saw a beautiful hallway with red and yellow and green wallpaper on the wall. I saw a lot of flowers and one big flower pot in the middle of a table. I memorized how beautiful it was here. This place not real? I know it is not because I remember being here before. I wanted to see you up close. I walked towards the table with all the different colors of flowers. I saw red, blue, purple, yellow, white,

Would Wolfgang get mad and finally decide to torture me for real? I look at Magda and nod. I'm worried about meeting Wolfgang, but I don't want to make Magda feel bad because she's the only person who has cared for me in a long time. Magda smiles with relief and gets out of bed. “This is for you.” She places a yellow flower print dress on my lap. “I chose that dress myself. I'll wait for you in the hallway." I nod, and do what she asks me to do, it's what I do best, follow orders.

I’m going so fast that I barely notice the trees moving. I skid to a stop as the scent begins to overload my nostrils. Whoever it is, is close. I walk through the woods quietly. I can smell notes of wolves from Aurora Flame mixed with the blood. That’s weird. I push my feet a little further until I find the body of a mangled wolf among the trees. Tasha.

The snow fell softly, melting as soon as it touched the gold flowers' light. The story was not over. The story was just beginning. End of Chapter 115

But behind her smile is an evil plan that even Tom didn't know. "I'm afraid I can't go with you, girls. I will take this chance to take a look in the library near the coffee shop and buy some books. I will pick you up later," said Tom. Tom wants to buy a new release volume of the vampire book that Celestine loves to read. He will give it to her to lessen his guilt for having an affair with her cousin.

Some were new, but most were very old. I pulled out a book at random. It was a collection of poems. As I opened it, a small piece of paper fell out. I picked it up. It was a drawing. A simple sketch of a young girl sitting under a tree. She looked happy. She looked free. On the back, there were some words written in elegant handwriting: *For my little flower. May you always find your way home.* The handwriting looked familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen it. I felt a strange pain in my chest. I didn't know who the "little flower" was, but I felt sorry for her. In this house, nobody was free. "What are you doing here?" To be continued...