Lavender House Novels & Stories

She dared not ask for anything else. As they chatted away, they arrived at the parking lot of the grand hotel. She got down and opened the boot to retrieve her treasured potted lavender. Lavender was well-known for its stress-relieving aroma and calming beauty. Growing one and maintaining it in the best state possible was no small feat either, but Evanna’s magic was palpable. Soothing lilac shades burst out of their verdant shoots, gently waving at anyone who stopped to admire them before returning their awe with their gentle fragrance.

at last the little house numbered fifty-seven lay before her. The house looks small but neatly painted white. At the front were small pots of lavender plants with purple flowers. Fox almost cried seeing the potted plant, because she remembered Mrs. Andrew has always loved lavender flowers. It smells soothing and repels insects, so she said. Fox slowly stepped forward to the door and pointed her finger to press the bell. She had been waiting for a time like this for a long time, but for some reason now her body felt stiff. She didn't know whether Mrs. Andrew will still remember her.

The moment the door shut, he stopped. The bathroom wasn’t big, just a small square space, but it was bright. White tiles mixed with soft gray covered the walls, simple and elegant in a way he recognized instantly. Everything was tidy, well cared for, and organized, even though the house itself was old. Then he smelled it. Lavender. Warm. Calm. Familiar. Too familiar. He exhaled slowly. Of course, it was lavender.

We could see the several floors it moved as I made our way to the rooftop. I clicked my tongue in annoyance as my mood plummeted further. "They seem to already have everything ready and a good excuse. Probably because we need a stronger brand bla bla bla." I sneered. Lavender adjusted the glasses frame on her face, trying her best not to laugh. Lavender had honey brown hair like her mother, light brown eyes that were not as dark as Skyler's obsidian look. She always had a dignified aura around her and was very capable. She was roughly the same as me, just a year older, and had more experience in the industry. Plus, the relationship I had with her mother made her the best candidate to be my a

I went through one, stepping into a beautiful patio that oversaw what looked like a maze of ornate plants. I noticed there were several patios, each leading to the surrounding landscape. A steady, and tranquil zephyr swept past me, I took it in, suddenly feeling a sense of comfort. What a perfect home this would be for those who resided here. The Alpha, and his family were indeed lucky. “Heaven is short of an angel,” A baritone, swept through the airwaves, then did the all so familiar scent. Lavender. I turned to him, flashing a small smile. “Beta Caden”

The doors open to a gorgeous foyer with towering ceilings, “Welcome home.” Anthony’s voice is low as he steps out of the elevator and ensures that no one is around. I step out and admire the golden chandelier hanging just above me, “Thanks, I guess.” “Well,” Anthony says, gesturing to the space in front of him, “This is the grand hall. To you right through the hall is the kitchen, living room and office area. Bedrooms are on the second level, the stairs are to your left, your room is the first door on the right. I have decorated but as I do not know your preferences, it is still quite bare. The rooftop is open for your use but I ask that if you cannot handle heights, do not go up there. Any

Rose will never sit back and allow them to hurt her child; she'll definitely do something to help her child, and that's how they'll get a grip on her. She goes straight to the address Marie gave her to meet the people, the same people they hired to tamper with her brake earlier. Lavender walks towards the narrow road, looking around as if someone is following her, and, indeed, someone is after her; she just can't see them until they want her to. She continuously looks at the piece of paper in her hand. Finally, she gets to the exact door. It's an abandoned building, but somehow it still manages to maintain that aura.

That’s why it showed a pregnancy and produced that result. Great-Uncle Harold pulled a worn cloth pouch from his pocket. "Vivian, this is incense ash I refined myself. Take it back and sprinkle it over the spirit-bound blood. That will resolve everything." I accepted the pouch and carefully placed it into my bag. Great-Uncle Harold was well known throughout the surrounding villages as someone with extraordinary abilities. He often helped calm frightened children, so I believed his words without hesitation. After hearing him out, Daniel and I decided to drive home overnight.

“It is time. Let’s get you married.” I followed her out of the room, my heart pounding in my chest as we made our way to the garden where the ceremony was being held. The sun was shining brightly, the sky a perfect blue, but it all felt wrong. Too perfect, too picturesque for what I was feeling inside. When we reached the garden, my breath caught in my throat. The place was decorated beautifully, with rows of lavender flowers lining the aisle, their soft purple petals waving gently in the breeze. Lavender. Of all the flowers they could have chosen, they had chosen lavender, my least favorite flower.

With those words, she impulsively pressed her lips against David's, sending a surge of electricity through them both. As their lips remained entwined, Flora's hand discreetly reached for the chair beside her. Swiftly, she picked up a peculiar handkerchief shaped like a hammer. Without hesitation, she gently placed it over David's nose, releasing an intoxicating fragrance into the air. In an instant, David's eyelids grew heavy, and he fell into a deep sleep.