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He was a vampire, obviously, his presence carrying that same unmistakable stillness she had learned to recognize, but she had never seen him before, and outsiders weren't allowed inside the mansion, were they? "Galanthus, so precious, and a beautiful flower resembling purity and hope. While Eranthis, a toxic, poisonous flower just like the people in this palace. They are poles apart yet are being forced to stay in the same place. No wonder galanthus withered faster than their actual time. And look at those vicious things, they still have some life in them." Zinnia wasn't familiar with this much information, yet she couldn't stop herself from saying something, the words slipping out before sh

“Mom did you figure out a way to get rid of these visions? I don’t want them anymore.” “Yes, Dimitri is searching for a rare flower that is said to no longer grow in the wild. The Chocolate Cosmos. This flower is a rich reddish-brown in color and gives off a rich chocolate fragrance when it blooms. According to Dimitri, it has special properties for our kind and will help me use my abilities to take away your visions. The opposite effect of me gifting abilities that enhance someone’s natural ability.” “How long will that take?” “I’m not sure Maliyah, like I said humans have said it no longer grows in the wild. Dimitri thinks they still do so he has been searching for them.”

The hut was filled with herbs, candles and books scattered everywhere, the opposite of what it was when I came here last time. “Yes, please come this way,” She led us to the middle table where a large, old book lay open. She gestured for us to sit down and then pointed at the book. “Look at this. Do you know what this is?” We leaned over to take a close look at what she was pointing at, and it was a drawing of a flower. It was white and purple with four petals and a gold centre. It looked delicate and beautiful, but there was also something eerie about it. Just looking at it gave me goose bumps.

I grinned at him " You know me so well." "Just tell me why you're here so I can help you out, I need to get back to work.". He said "You're so impatient." I said, chuckling loudly. A small patch of flowers at the rear end of the greenhouse caught my attention and I moved to get a closer look. It was a rich dark maroon and had velvety rounded petals and dark brown centers. "That's the Chocolate cosmos. It's quite rare and has a chocolaty- Vanilla fragrance. It'll be perfect for a gift. " Cam's voice rang out from behind me, I didn't realize he had followed me.

"Flora, he called.he couldn't get the words out his mouth , God Knows if a cat chopped his tongue. He looked up at my body, checking me out,his gaze falls on my exposed breast.i used my hands to cover them and walked to my wardrobe.

They followed her into the old living room where there is four weak couches and a tired center table. Hayden look over at the fire on the hearth and sighed thinking about Isabella, he feel so lonely now that he is very far away from Lane creek. He turned to see the beautiful lady staring at him. He tilted his head applying his paranormal sense. " I'm Flower master. Welcome to my house " she greeted Hayden politely and the latter nodded at her. Her name suit her right. She sure is like a blossoming flower , her beauty is like the one men would killed for anytime and anywhere. Hayden thought.

Xasha and Gooseman entered the greenhouse. The first thing that greeted him was the thick smell of plants. The room was stacked with shelves filled with medicinal herbs, trees, and flowers. Verra was holding a flowerpot with a small purple plant with 2 leaves barely sprouting from it. The plant was around 2 inches tall and had amazing energy radiating from it. Verra was holding it delicately. It was as if she was afraid that it would run away if she loosened her grip for a second.

I need to know that Talon was wrong with what he told me. Carla steps forward with a sigh, she strides towards the flowerpot sitting on the table and lowers herself before it, hands caressing the flower plant that is now growing on it—It's a Queen of the night flower plant. I remember the plant too, it is the one she had brought on the day of Roman's attack. Now that I think of it, does it have a significant meaning?

He had been the one to make the decision, and whatever Sam said would only have made a small difference in this matter. In the King's palace in the middle of the capital city, where the last snow still melted on the roofs, there was a big flower garden that never withered all year long. Rows and rows of dark red roses, white and yellow lilies, and blue hydrangeas enclosed a small golden pavilion in their middle like a seashell hiding it's pearl.

Wordless, I nodded, curiosity piqued, a silent acceptance of his quiet invitation. He took my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine, a comfortable, familiar fit. He led me deeper into the sprawling greenhouse, past rows of exotic flora and bubbling hydroponic systems, until we reached the furthest back corner, hidden behind a thick curtain of tangled vines and overflowing potted plants. There, nestled amidst the lush overgrowth, barely visible, was a small, weathered wooden bench, surrounded by a cluster of night-blooming flowers, their delicate petals still unfurling in the filtered light, their perfume already beginning to permeate the air.