Lavender House Novels & Stories

He calmed down, hugged his pet dolphin, and murmured, "Okay, go on." "They stated they will return here to look at the house. It was evident that they were interested earlier, but because there was a dummy there earlier, it seems like one of them is no longer interested." I said as I continued to stare at Rome. "Then, that's good. Val's house can still be rented by someone else," said Macedonia. I merely sighed. This crazy idiot is a very picky listener.

Lyra’s pov The healing house smells like lavender and dried rosemary, and for the first time since I arrived in this territory I feel something close to calm. Vera has me sorting through the herb stores—checking what needs restocking, separating dried bundles by potency and age, discarding anything that's lost its efficacy—and the work is familiar enough that my hands know what to do without me having to think too hard about it. Which is good. Because the part of my brain not occupied with cataloguing chamomile and wound-seal root is busy turning over the same questions it's been turning over since dawn.

Was I lucky or, unlucky? I scoffed, sluggishly entering into the house I finished my chores, washed the dishes, and prepared lunch for Mr. Mason. I then walked into the living room, I noticed the new diffuser and remembered the lavender oil. I got the oil and poured some in the diffuser, turning on the air conditioner to spread the scent faster. Within minutes, the house smelled heavenly. I smiled. Lavender always reminded me of peace. My perfumes were lavender-based too, so the house now smelled faintly like me.

She would have loved this place. The clear sky seemed to be the roof that shaded the lavender flower garden, and some green plants adorned the right and left sides flanking our path. I could smell the natural fragrance of the plants—the soothing scent made me feel at home in that place. "Please, sir. Miss Tierry will be out to see you in a moment." The woman opened the door of a stately house in the middle of the lake, then she excused herself to leave, leaving Devon and me in that place.

“See, Lavender was a clever female, as well as ambitious and power hungry, and to be honest, a real bitch. She’s the sort who makes friends with people she thinks might prove useful. One of these ‘friends’ was a wise woman. A girl. Let’s call her—” Her name’s obviously Abertha. “Marjoram. Marjoram, the wise girl. She was gifted and brilliant and smokin’ hot.” Abertha waggles her eyebrows, amused with herself. “So one day, Lavender visits Marjoram in her little shack, much like this one.” She gestures around the small, cluttered room. “With tears in her eyes, Lavender begs for a potion that will let her carry the pup of her one true love.”

Oh, the air is so fresh, so light, and life is so easy to breathe. Daniel called the servants in the mansion to help Adela pack her bags and move to her desired room in the mansion. When they arrived at the mansion, it was already late afternoon. After having afternoon tea with purple cakes made from the original flavor of Lavender flowers. Adela was satisfied and began to visit the lavender garden next to the mansion. It was a blind man's flower garden. Although he is quite old, his eyes cannot see the way, but thanks to the help of a "four-legged friend" he still does very well in this flower garden.

Lavender nodded in understanding. After touring the whole villa, Lavender felt exhausted. It was such a huge compound that she felt like she had run a ten kilometer cross country race. Her legs were tired from all the walking and all she wanted to do was to sleep. The house was built on top of mountain. They had to climb or go down the terrain to reach some places. … Back in the city. Stella was looking at Jane coldly. "Did you know that Lavender was sold by your parents?"

he mumbled. I crossed my arms close to my chest. "Yeah, after what happened Lavender couldn't stand living in the house, it held so many memories, so we moved to his mother's house," Lavender hated the house. It had his scent everywhere. I asked Peter's twin brother Jo to move into their mother's house and he agreed. I just had to make sure she was comfortable even if she wanted to move to a different whole country, I would do it for her. "How's Lavender?" Samantha asked.

Pitch black, like the shadows inside refused to let go of the space. And the smell. Lavender. Thick and warm, like crushed petals left out in the sun. Not artificial, not cheap. Real. Clean. Inviting. It wrapped around me like a hug from someone I didn’t know but missed anyway. My nose twitched. “That’s…odd,” I whispered. Because this wasn’t just a guest room. I could feel it. The air here was still, sacred almost. Like walking into a memory I hadn’t lived. My wolf raised her head, alert. Curious.