Kieran Purple Hyacinth 소설 & 이야기

A dark, infinite suggestion of space without stars. The warmth beneath my feet does something to me. Something about it presses against me with quiet familiarity. Not memory. Not déjà vu. More like returning to a place I didn’t know I had ever left. He is already here. Kieran stands a few steps away from me, facing forward, his hood lowered but the cloak still draped over his shoulders. His dark hair falls loose around his face, softening the severity I’m used to seeing. His eyes are startlingly blue in this place, bright and clear, almost too alive against the stillness around us. The dark markings along his neck are visible above the edge of the fabric, curling beneath his skin like someth

" Kiara , you said that the flower will disappear in three days . How were you so sure of that ? " asked leader Alan . " I have studied the certain conditions that poisonous plant I am searching for . The flower has a beautiful purple color and a golden circle in the middle of it . It is a breathtaking flower but is also very dangerous . It can kill even devils if its mixed with other toxic substances . Mainly the damage will be caused by this flower first . " said Kiara .

“Evening. Looking for something special?” Kieran’s eyes swept the displays. He lingered on a bouquet of white lilies threaded with blush roses. They seemed delicate, almost pure, a striking contrast to the hunger curling low in his chest. “Those,” he said, pointing. His voice was firm, but inside, something softer stirred. Flowers were not his habit, but tonight he needed them. Needed the gesture, the bridge they offered between intention and desire.

“Oh, honey doll, I got two bottles of that one and the watermelon one.” Her eyes lit up when he said those precious words. “How did I wind up with the best friend in the entire world?” He took another drink. “Just lucky honey doll.” They snuggled up in their perspective house blanket, Emma Jean a Gryffindor, and Kieran a Hufflepuff. He looked over at her to see her Auburn curls cascading against the scarlet and gold tones. Her eyes were locked on the tv as she lifted a slice of Hawaiian pizza to her lips. Kieran realized at that moment he made a mistake in telling her he was interested in men all those years ago. There wasn’t anything he could do at that moment but just regret and find a way

Kieran asked, clearing his throat and offering a hand to me. "Sure," I said, taking his hand. I knew at this moment he must be planning to tell me what was going on. The whole castle seemed to be in a tizzy. We walked under the flowered archway entering into the castle gardens and I couldn't help but admire the blue hydrangeas in full bloom under the late afternoon sunlight. As we walked further in, Kieran's grip tightened on my hand.

I tried to stop them from whatever was building in their minds. There was no way my mates were their sons. It was simply a coincidence. “What are their names?” Liz suddenly asked after composing herself. I blinked nervously. “Hael, Elion…” “And Kieran.” Liz completed, making my heart fly to my throat. “Elion has icy blue eyes like mine, Hael has steel gray eyes and Kieran has Hazel eyes,” Liz said accurately. “Oh my God,” I muttered as a tear dropped from my eyes. From my reaction, Liz and Maurice knew her answer was correct.

he murmured, his mouth near her ear, “but I’ll have what’s mine. Every inch of you.” His hands slid down her sides as he let the shirt fall to the floor, his fingers brushing the side swell of her breast. She shivered, jaw clenched. Then he knelt behind her. “What are you doing—?” she turned in horror. Kieran grinned wickedly and picked something up from the floor, she looked to his hand and saw her discarded lace panties. He brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply. “God,” she gasped. “You’re disgusting!”

Adrien’s POV: Kieran didn’t even look up. He was hunched over his laptop again, eyes red from staring at the screen for hours. His fingers moved fastm opening tabs, closing them, typing in keywords like “luminous diamond,” “how many people own them in the world,” “monarch,” “royal possession,” “death of prince,” “unsolved.” The same routine. Every single day.

Zyrak admitted, making me gape at him for his unexpected honesty. Dude, the frick frack is this? Firefly—I mean, His Royal Highness, Prince Kieran trudged towards me and halted on my side, making me glance at him from head to toe. I was short a couple of inches under his chin. Move away, move away! You're making me look smaller with your goddamn height! "And what was the reason for you to say that?" He questioned in a low and impatient voice. "Sir Killian was a subordinate of His Majesty, therefore, as Cyan is his daughter, it is only right and honorable for her to work under you," he explained, all the hostility and anger in his voice from earlier seemed to never have existed. "Are those no

"Sister Mary, haven't you slept so late?" Mary Kinson's hands are at the table, her mobile phone is between her arms, she hangs her head, and the chestnut pupil eyes in the fox's eyes are somewhat tired "I haven't slept yet. Has the purple sunflower you are looking for fallen these days?" "Sister Mary, it's autumn now." Purple sunflower is not an ordinary sunflower. It can grow by looking at the opportunity when the seasons change, whether they are planted artificially or specially. So Yaoi said this to remind Mary Kinson that it is impossible to find purple sunflower now.