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‘What do I owe you? He flinched as she unwound the bandage around his neck. ‘If it turns out Little Miss Let Me Have A Looksie isn’t as innocent as she seems, I want dibs.’ ‘Dibs?’ My eyebrows shot up. ‘Hang on a minute, no – besides. Have you met Flora? She has all of two brain cells at the best of times, and they rarely work in tandem. She’s sunshine made manifest, and not much else.’ He snorted. ‘Yeah, I know. I just don’t appreciate her shoving you away from me, mid-kiss.’

Her shape is just overwhelming. Of course he should stop this ! She's a stranger for goodness sake. but he couldn't just stop thinking about it. I slapped the remote control on my head and kept mumbling. "Mig" I heard Fleur call interrupting my thoughts. I turned and saw Fleur and Elva standing behind me... "Elva wants to borrow your favourite novel,She read the summary in the library and said she will like to read the entire novel so i brought her here to ask for your permission..Can she take it?" Fleur asked..

“Let’s go.” Madeline walked toward the street to hail a cab when her eyes fell on a flower stall at the end of the street. She walked over and held up a bouquet of baby’s breath, her eyes softening. “Baby’s breath had always been Lillian’s favorite flowers.” Jeremy’s heart clenched as he pulled out his wallet to buy the bouquet. Madeline did not say more as she held the flowers and began to walk. The cascade of snow under the faint yellow of the street lamps that lit up the road was comparable to the bouquet of baby’s breath in Madeline’s hand—so pure, innocent, and perhaps even romantic.

“A flower?” “Yeah,” I said, staring at the window, at the blur of city lights rushing past. “Just… one. And I want to burn it somewhere. It’s stupid, I know, but—” “Not stupid,” he said, quick, firm. “You wanna burn a flower, we’ll burn a flower.” We found a florist still open. A tired-looking woman handed me a single white lily. It felt too clean in my hand, too alive. I held it like it was something fragile that didn’t belong to me.

My legs felt like jelly, barely holding me up, but I knew I can’t stop now. The cave is dark. The only light came from the faint glow of the flower that grew at its center. It was a small, delicate flower, with petals that shimmer like they were made of gold. I stared at it for a long moment, hardly believing that this tiny, fragile thing was worth the risk I just took. But Gina wanted it, and what Gina wanted, I had no choice but to deliver.

I genuinely appreciate it. Have lots of good time reading the rest chapters and enjoying this book. Love y'all, Gem 💎 Lynne 😚 SPECIAL LITTLE GIFT So, dear reader, below is a sneak peek of book 2 which I'm already working on. Enjoy 🥳 ________________________________ Sophie lay on the opulent bed in a glamorous room, its dim light casting a warm, golden hue over the luxurious furnishings. The bed's silk sheets felt cool against her skin, and the scent of jasmine lingered in the air.

He gave me everything with a smile of someone who is ready and went back to sit down paying attention to his breakfast. I shake my head slightly, throw the remains of the apple in the trash and head towards the living room smiling. I put the small flower close to my nose feeling the wonderful smell that only a lily exudes, I give a silly smile remembering my male. I take the "little note" and read what is written on the small piece of paper. "I read somewhere that this flower has an unmistakable scent and for some reason you came to mind, because no scent could be confused with yours, no aroma is more gradative than yours, in short your scent is one of my greatest weaknesses .

Was it because she was just a girl without powerful connection? “Wanna buy a flower, Miss?” Offered a little innocent voice. After wiping the tears in her face and blinking few times to clear her vision, once Lila fixed her glasses on, she saw a little boy holding some wild flowers while piggybacked a younger little girl. The brilliant smile on his little face beat their shabby appearance. “Yes, please.” Lila smiled back. “How much all of them?” “You want all?” His little eyes lit, making Lila’s smile turned wider.

She looked up at me with the uncomplicated assessment of a child evaluating a stranger, which was the most honest assessment I received in the course of an average week. Then she held out a flower. Small. Purple. The specific small purple flower that grew in the highland grass in autumn, short-lived and very vivid. She offered it with the unself-conscious generosity of someone who had found something beautiful and wanted to share it without complication. I looked at the flower. I looked at her. I took it. She smiled with the completeness of a small child who has accomplished something and went back to her wandering. I stood on the path for a moment.