Novel & Cerita Lavender Sky

“Are you kidding me?” “Pass me the lavender.” I searched down the rows of flower beds until I came to the Lavender. “What do Lavenders do?” “Back in the old days, people used lavender in baking, embalming, relieving pain and for its fragrance.” “And who is all these for?” “Some witch that keeps breathing down my neck but she pays.” She stood, shaking the last bottle that puffed with purple smoke. “Speak of the devil and she appears.” “Hello, Mama.” A girl walks in with purple hair and a lollipop in mouth. She sounded out of breath but looked ready to run a mile. “I came to pick up my stuff. Who is this?”

The products he created were in huge demand in pack wars. I held one of the bottles in my hand and flipped it to check if it was spilling or not. Sky had tightened the cork of the bottles well. “Hope this would work well,” I said, looking at the pale yellow liquid. Wolfsbane had no such effect on humans, so I wouldn’t be facing any while throwing them at the enemies from the rooftop. “You know, your plan makes you look so hot right now, I feel like bending you on this table and fucking you…hard.” Sky said with a smile, but his gaze was filled with lust.

She knew Circe was still there, somewhere inside—but that didn’t make the emptiness disappear. The forest that lined the road to Blue Moon Pack stretched endlessly, towering evergreens swaying under the cool mountain wind. Lydia’s window was half open, letting in the scent of moss, pine, and something else—faint traces of wolf and Lycan mingled in the air, ancient and pulsing with quiet power.

"Yet, here I am, knowing full well that he's an amazing partner to me, more than I could ever hope for." I take a sip of my champagne. "I think you just have a bad-boy fetish." "And I think you're lonely and won't admit it, but here we are." “I guess now he’ll just have to get used to me being around.” I ignore his last statement, wrapping my arms around my body, shivering slightly. “We should go back inside. It’s pretty cold.” “Yeah. Oh, wait- what’s up with your name?” “Oh. That.” I tilt my head slowly. “They kind of think my name is Marissa. Please don’t call me Lavender around them.”

Ava said, dragging out the word as she eyed Lia from head to toe. Lia frowned, smoothing down her dress. “Is it too much?” “No,” Ava said quickly, shaking her head. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect. Now come on before I change my mind and leave without you.” Minutes later, they were on the road, the hum of the car engine blending with the faint music playing from Ava’s playlist. The night air outside was cool and crisp, stars scattered across the inky sky.

The wedding invite said the ceremony was in the afternoon, and as I was about to book a ride, Sunny piped up, "We're not seriously going like this, are we? Let's hit the mall and find something snazzy to wear." Glancing down at my laid-back gear, she had a point. Off to the mall we went. Sunny picked out a dazzling wine-red dress and got her hair done up nicely. That's when I saw her, really saw her, without the lab coat and nerdy glasses; she was stunning. Caught staring, she gave me a confident spin and tidied up my tie, "Mr. Rogers, I won't cramp your style, will I?" Her subtle bookish charm mixed with a hint of perfume hit me. I finally understood why we clicked so fast.

"Just a classic? For the VIPs?" "Not classic," Harper replied, her voice leaving absolutely no room for debate. She was already in motion, her hands flying across the premium spice rack. Her fingers wrapped around a delicate glass jar filled with vibrant, dried culinary lavender. Next, she retrieved a heavy jar of rare, dark forest honey. "We are using lavender. Wild forest honey sourced directly from Provence. And we will torch the sugar canopy until the surface cracks with the exact texture of shattered glass."

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.

It was like she was in a whole different world entirely. She seemed to be in a forest but the trees and the vegetation were looking quite strange. There was pink and purple colored trees. The grasses were blue and the sky was incredibly beautiful. She couldn't believe her eyes when she saw more than one sun shining brightly, surprisingly the intensity of the heat was less than earth's. The place seemed like paradise. The forest was felt so cool and she rested her back on the grass and admired the sky. Suddenly, something flashed before her eyes. It seemed like it was floating right above her. She squinted her eyes.

A document similar to a curriculum vitae was attached to the top of that file. Name- DARKSTAR Zayn Redfield I did not have any idea of what I was seeing. I went through the rest of the pages. These are Zayn's documents. But what does it mean by a DARKSTAR? What is BLACKMATRIX? Why are Zayn's documents here? Why am I here? With thousands of questions my head was about to burst. I had no strength and my legs were weak.So I slowly sat down on the edge of the bed. My head was spinning so badly and I couldn't hold on to my strength anymore...