Jett Edens Garden Novels & Stories

She leaned her body to the back and used a tissue to wipe the cream on the two children's faces. In this position, her soft waist would rub against Alex's right arm from time to time. Even though there was a thin layer of clothing between the two of them, his lust was still rising and the speed of the car was getting faster and faster. . . After sending off the child, Alex brought Jessie to the St. Jin's Garden, which was the closest to the school. This garden community belonged to the Mumen Group, and it was a property that was developed a few years ago. Because it belonged to the school district, all the rooms had already been sold out.

Eden tends to a sapling with Lira's face. "We're out of time," I say. Voss's crown hums, hungry. **"The garden or the grave. Choose."** --- **The Convergence** The crown sears my skull, static and code merging. The garden floods my mind-a labyrinth of curated moments, each a thread I can tug or sever. Talin's voice guides me, soft as a blade. **"They're not real. But you can make them feel real."** I find Eden first. His echo smiles, skinning a rabbit in our old cabin. "Stay with me, Mom. We can fix it all."

"I’ll be taking Serena to the garden, Dad. We won't disturb you. See you later." "Go ahead. And tell the kitchen to make today's meal extra sumptuous. We have an occasion to celebrate," Connor replied, already turning back to his painting. Nonetheless, his casual remark made me feel welcomed. Jethro brought me to the garden of their estate. It was shocking to realize it took half an hour to get through the estate's interior and reach the garden. You’d think that this place belonged to some royal family. Seeing the splendors of flowers made me happy. "Your family’s garden is huge, Jethro!"

Chapter Forty-One Rhea stepped out of the pack house and into the vast garden, her sandals brushing softly against the cobblestone path. The early morning sun filtered through the trees, casting gentle rays on the lush greenery that surrounded her. Colorful flowers bloomed in every direction, their fragrance fresh and calming as it lingered in the air. The garden was beautifully maintained, with vines trailing over white trellises and butterflies dancing between the petals. It felt like a sanctuary, far removed from the tension of the dining room.

"Mr. Jedrick's residency, how can I help you?" "I am Reynold Sandros, personal secretary of Mr. Jedrick, I am here to assist him," I told him and showed him my Identity card in front of the camera. "He informed me about your arrival, Mr. Sandros. You can enter now." the gate opened. "Thank you." I thanked the security and drove inside Jedrick's mansion. There was a large garden on one side; it almost looked like a forest but in a polished way. Expensive statues were standing tall and proud throughout the garden and front porch, which were made up of white marbles.

If she knew he’d spent every single night after, stroking himself to the memory of her tiny frame curled up and moaning his name. Tonight, maybe, he’d make her say it out loud. With her lips on his skin. And this time, she’d know he was watching. The rooftop garden was quiet, wrapped in moonlight and shadows. The faint sound of the city thrummed far below, but up here, it felt like another world. Private. Hidden. Dangerous. Eden leaned back against the iron railing, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his blazer. His pulse was steady, but low in his stomach, heat simmered. She was coming. She said she’d come.

“Oh, Eden! You’re here!” The first person to greet us as we walked through the entrance to the Jacksons’ huge garden was Elijah’s mother, Kayla, with a huge smile on her face and her arms outstretched toward me “It’s so good to have you here…”

Aurora "How long are you going to stay mad at me, Poppet?" Jaxon's voice came from somewhere behind me, low and careful, like he was approaching something he wasn't sure wouldn't bite. I didn't turn around. I kept my eyes fixed on the garden below — the flower beds that had once been almost pretty, now choked and browning at the edges, petals curling inward like they were trying to disappear. Nobody had touched them in weeks. There hadn't been time. There hadn't been anything except the situation, pressing down on everything like a thumb on a bruise.

Calla's POV As dinner came to a close, Alpha Darwin's wife, Elena, extended a warm invitation for me to explore the expansive garden that surrounded their magnificent mansion. Eager to reconnect with nature, I gratefully accepted her offer, my heart fluttering with anticipation. Stepping outside, I was immediately greeted by a gentle breeze that caressed my skin and carried with it the intoxicating scent of blooming flowers. The garden sprawled before me, a tapestry of vibrant colors and lush greenery that stretched as far as the eye could see. It was a haven of tranquility, a sanctuary away from the worries and uncertainties that had plagued us on our journey.

And it was not black soil. Whatever it is, it gives the garden ethereal beauty. There is another garden that could abduct a soul, and it is in the palace. She still hasn’t seen those flowers anywhere. Ah! She will ask him to take her there again. “Father, I brought this as you asked. It took me fifteen days, and…” Jorden stopped as his eyes fell on the person. His heart stopped beating and the thing in his hand fell to the floor. He also just returned a few seconds ago and didn’t even meet his mother. Hearing his father’s chatter, he came straight to him.