Novel & Cerita Jett Edens Garden

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.

Jennet inhaled a deep breath when she let her hand fall to her side, still clutching the phone. She sighed as she looked up to the sky, “Haish, I guess tonight is not the right time yet. Never mind, I have time for that plan after the visit.” “What are you planning behind my back?” Strong arms suddenly appeared from behind and coiled around her waist. Jennet flinched in surprise. She glanced over her shoulder, eyeing a pair of red eyes that stared at her with murderous intent. The handsome face that she saw was exuding the vibe called ‘jealousy’.

His words rang in her head the entire night and she could not sleep. It was a Friday night and Jessy had invited the girls to the grand opening of a rooftop bar—Garden Lounge. The bar was owned by Jessy's boyfriend, Edward and his nephew. The bar was different from the ones they usually went. Garden Lounge offered 360-degree panoramic views of the city's skyline. The glass-walled interior space housing a gorgeous number with teal stools and a white-and-gold motif. The bar in the middle were white marble glass and there were two extremely good looking bartenders with rolled-up sleeves moving from one end of the counter to the other, busy serving drinks. "You're late." Jessy complained when Cl

Ajax and Xenia were walking inside a garden holding each other's hands. A few days ago Ajax bought this garden for Xenia. She was scrolling down on F******k when she noticed a picture of this garden in her newsfeed. She just said she wished to have a garden like this one. And that's it. Ajax bought this garden for her. He was waiting for the moment when she will be able to trust him completely and reveal who used her as a pawn to ruin his wedding.

"Welcome to Alpha Jacob's Eden Garden, Luna." "Whoa..." Never...have I ever seen... "Are those even real...?"

I found her in the garden. The morning light filtered through the trees in gentle patches, breaking apart over the stone path and scattering gold across the grass. Jenny sat on the edge of the fountain like she had nowhere else to go. She clutched the journal against her chest like it was a weapon and a shield, her knuckles white with pressure. Her eyes were bloodshot and rimmed with violet circles, her cheeks blotchy from crying, and when she looked up at me, there was no hesitation in her glare. No pity, no doubt, only fury. Her whole body radiated it.

"About three hours. If the Seed isn't planted by then, the orbital lasers will turn this wasteland into a glass marble." --- ### The Ghost of a Garden We reached the base of the Apex Tower. It was a terrifying spire of black glass and chrome, piercing the clouds like a needle. There were no guards. No sirens. The silence was more frightening than a war. "The Editor is at the top," Sterling said. She was beginning to fade, her edges becoming transparent as the violet light within her grew. "I have given you the path. But I cannot enter the Apex. My 'Asset Tag' is still active. If I enter, I will be automatically deleted."

The afternoon sun warmed the back garden of Château Belle-Vue, and for the first time in days, Jems was doing something outdoors. She knelt in the soft soil, carefully patting earth around a tomato seedling, her gloved hands stained with dirt. After being cooped up inside for what felt like forever, the simple act of gardening felt like freedom. "Ethan," she called out, wiping sweat from her brow with the back of her wrist, "where's the water? I'm so thirsty."

His two hands are now a cage and my body is a bird—a rebellious bird that only Denver Giordano can tame. “Kiss me, Wisdom.” I can now hear footsteps from afar. The garden has some fancy entrance in which a metal formed into swirling designs, arching to the opposite end and is bombarded with different kinds of flora, making it look like a wedding entrance. I cannot see what’s behind me and it’s only Gerry who can discern the approaching person or people from where he was standing. “Kiss me, Linnea,” he repeated, demanded. “Or I will play our first ever sex video in front of everyone later on dinner.”