Lavender House Novels & Stories

I found out on my friend's wedding day, in a city miles away from home, that I am in a lavender marriage without my own consent. Well... before you ask, "A lavender marriage without consent? How is that even possible?" let me take you back to how this nightmare began.

Three days before Sheldon was supposed to leave the country, he mortgaged our house. He even helped us pack, moving me and the boys into a tiny one-room basement unit on the third floor down. It was barely 300 square feet and was damp, musty, and dark. Sheldon stood in the middle of that little room, talking to our sons as if he was giving some grand speech.

A sudden, urgent pounding at the door yanked me from sleep. Morning light had already filled the room. I hurried to answer, and when I opened the door, disappointment crashed over me like a wave. Standing there was a stranger. Deep down, some part of me had still been hoping it would be Sean. But it wasn't. "Hello," the man said politely. "I'm from the property company. My name's Jordan Kaylen. This area is scheduled for demolition soon, and I've come to discuss compensation."

She was fucking mine. I typed quickly on my keyboard and got out of my seat. ‘I am. And I am coming home to you.’ ~~~ The drive back to my house was quiet. The sky bled into dusk, gold dripping into deep orange. By the time I pulled in front of it, the sun had dipped below the horizon. The house was dimly lit, soft shadows flickering on the walls like candlelight. I walked through the front doors, the scent of existence lingering in the are. Lavender.. honey… all things right.

Truly, almost everything about the coven is mystifying. The inside looked like a cozy house, save for that one corner filled with strange things in jars on the display rack, a cauldron, and herbs scattered on the table. On the opposite side of the house was a receiving area of oak and spruce wood. It was also where a middle-aged woman sat on a rocking chair, knitting. Strangely, the house smelled of rosemary. “Mother, I have brought our visitor,” Pantheia spoke to the woman. Automatically, Flavian bowed his head, feeling the woman’s aura from afar. It was way past Pantheia’s already strong presence.

Remembering the past can bring me weakness. “Hello, I’m Lavender, but you can call me Lav for short,” I giggled while handing him my hands for a friendly shake. “New?” He asked in a cold tone. He is cute and maybe I would love to be friends with him. I thought it would take a month before he would accept my friendship but I think he just examined me and accepted my hand. We shake hands and then he leaves me abruptly. I now feel that I need to eat more healthy foods to be more beautiful like models, am I conscious of my body? I shrug my shoulders. Hah! I like him.

This house was located in the middle of the woods, the tall trees with rough barks and green leaves furnished a beautiful shade close to the house. “Please, a man is after me. I need your help.” Hayley stammered, she kept knocking as she fell to her knees still close to the front door. She smirked when she heard footsteps approaching, the door slid open and rays of the sun struck the front room of the house. Hayley looked inside, she saw the fireplace then her gaze caught the beautiful flower vase that was standing on the table in the living room. It would suit her taste.

FOUR The woman who’d made the emergency call had collapsed at the entrance to another room on Kaaron Brennan’s right. Long, red hand streaks also palmed the door there. Blood lathered the handle, grew fat at the bottom of the knob, dropped to the puddle by the woman’s severed ear. Ploink. Ploink. Ploink. Brennan wanted to cry. She didn’t, and kept her pain inside. Stenciled across the ajar door were two words. It must have taken a caring, steady hand to inscribe that lavender printing so well, even going to the effort to put a little heart above the ‘I’. A mother’s touch, if there ever was one.

"Yeah, don't feel at home in the room! We can't be refreshing outside later, I will pick you up and after eating we will go out, my boo just came here in the afternoon she said, so we have enough time to walk -walk and enjoy the view." "Okay, thanks Mania for inviting me here, never in my dream could visit such a great place! This is luxurious! Thank you very much." "Oh, no need to thank me, it's also a vacation! You're a friend of Sandro, take a break there, I also want to take a shower and sleep for a while! I'll arrive later!" Mania left the room, Amanda is still amazed by this room. There are several paintings with the theme of lavender flower beds, beautiful like plantations in France,