Lavender Pen Novels & Stories

He confesses and I frown. “That’s very fitting, considering the fact that you clearly are one.” I comment and he smirks. “For you, always.” I squeeze my eyes shut and cover my face. “Give me a second. You’ve successfully managed to fuck up my head. I’m having trouble processing everything.” Then I open them and focus my eyes on his. “How do you know my name is Lavender?” The most obvious question, unless Eli blurted it out one day and didn’t tell me. But I assume they wouldn’t both keep it away from me.

The scent of wet earth drifted through tiny gaps in the frame. Inside, Evelyn prepared the ceremonial ink. Salt. Juniper ash. Warding essence. The mixture left a sharp, mineral scent in the air. LuLucas stood nearby, pretending to sort papers. Really, he was watching her. She seemed distracted. Thoughtful. Uneasy. "You’re thinking about not signing." His voice cut through the quiet. Evelyn paused. The pen remained suspended above the document. “I’m thinking about what it means if I do.” Lucas stepped closer. The distance between them suddenly felt very small.

Vanessa was exactly what she appeared to be. I picked up Montblanc. Hold it for a moment. Then I opened my desk drawer, put it inside, and took out a different pen. I didn't examine why.

"I should have guessed." I held out my palm. "Give it to me." She hesitated. Then she laid the paper in my hand, and I smelled it at once. Lavender. Soft and sweet and thick, the same scent that clung to the black envelope. "Lavender," Wren breathed. "On your fingers."

Elara slowly reached inside the dark paper. She pulled out a single, heavily bruised white lily stem. The flower head had been violently crushed, its white petals torn and smeared with dark red residue. As she lifted the broken stem into the air, a sharp, intoxicating scent wafted through the room. It was not the scent of fresh flowers. It was a thick, heavy, unmistakable fragrance of French amber, crushed orchids, and rare musk—the exact, custom-blended Rouge Vane perfume that Lydia had worn every single day of her adult life.

I don’t even change before I crawl under the covers. I fall asleep quickly and dream about being in a science lab. Is everything around me too big or am I too small? It reminds me of when Alice drank from the bottle on the table. Lavender is next to me, guiding my movements and encouraging me to keep going. I write notes in an oversized book. The only pen I have is large and heavy. I have to use two hands to lift it. “I need a solution, Lavender.” The oversized pen falls to the floor with a heavy thud. “I just need a solution.”

Though he already guessed that Yulia must have lost the lipstick one and wanted to have a protection wherever she goes, the fact that she asked Freya to get it for her was something out of the equation. “Well, this pen is special. Aside from the function, I often use it when signing for things such as contracts or deliveries since it has a smooth feeling in every paper it lands on and that lavender scent in the ink.” She explained as she took the pen out of the casing and showed it to Freya, though, still careful not to turn on the taser feature.

Her favorite scent. "Lily?" Penelope called out before opening her door. Her soon to be mother-in-law stepped into the room, her hair in a slightly messy bun above her head, wearing a light blue blouse and grey slacks. For the one person that had one of the best brands in the make up industry, her face was clean. Her natural lightly tanned skin better complimented her golden eyes compared to the regular foundation she would normally cake on. Penelope gave her amused yet innocent smile when Lily searched the room.

Melanie said. “She’s being too humble,” Gabriel said. “Mr. Lynch, you must have heard about my deafness over many years, haven’t you? She was the one who treated my condition. She’s also a talented perfumer. She’ll be launching a new perfume in a few days’ time. It’s called, Love And Lamentation. Try it out if you have a chance, and you’ll know how highly-skilled she is!” Derrick’s eyes lit up at Gabriel’s explanation.

Lara scorned “Let’s buy her some jewelry.” “The idea is to motivate not distract.” Dana spoke with a lopsided grin as she pulled Lara and Sarah into the shop. “Wow…. Feels like I have travelled back in time.” Sarah giggled. She hadn’t been in a stationary shop since primary school. Everything was electronic these days and no one purchased pens and pencils anymore. Hardley also was not your average stationary. They had world class, one-of-a-kind items. Like a gold plated pen from Dollex or a quill inspired pen made from the lightest metal alloy and so on….