Novel & Cerita Lavender Town

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.

It would be rather difficult to retake the conquered lands and expel the enemy forces. The war could rage on for years. Looking at the city landscape slowly disappearing from his view, James was lost in contemplation. Soon, the helicopter arrived in Lavender Town at the Southern Plains. This was a city on the border. Now that the Black Dragon army had retreated from Southern Plains City, it entrenched itself in Lavender Town to redeploy and reorganize its fighting force. In the military region of Lavender Town… “Welcome back, commander-in-chief!” The moment James got off the plane, a sonorous voic

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”

Ravan POV: She was there standing right in front of me completely wet and smelling heavenly, her lavender fragrances was driving me crazy, if she would have been any other women I wouldn’t have kept my patience to take her down right here on this floor and fuck her senselessly , but not ‘my ocean’ her blue orb were darker due to blush that had erupted on her cheeks, I was completely hypnotized by her beauty ‘she was like my Aphrodite’, I was busy checking her up and down when my eyes fall on her moving lips and I was lost…. I was lost COMPLETELY when I saw her pink, moist lips, she was saying something but nothing was falling on my ears, even my own demon was calmed and without giving any ot

She hugs me at the garden gate — my mother, who does not hug freely, who holds things the way I hold them, with the Fennel composure that was always the Gamma wolf's gift and is also simply the way we are built. She hugs me long. "Come back," I say. "Yes," she says. "I will." She goes. I stand at the gate. The lavender is visible in the evening light — the blue-grey of it, the specific smell that has come to mean: Caldenveil, home, the garden, the years of root work done. My grandmother's lavender. Not something I chose. Something I was always going to choose. The city hums. The warm stone hums.

We all stood outside the house, except Damien, watching her car and that of her escort drive into the large compound. My brow rose in a bit of surprise when the familiar blonde-haired lady alighted the car. Lavender Newton?? It took everything in me to stop myself from scoffing. Everyone knows her, Lavender, the weak daughter of the alpha of the River Ash pack who never found her wolf. I could easily guess her father gave her to Damien only to get rid of her. He never liked her, rumors had it he once said she was a shame to him and his entire pack that he wished she dies. And this was it, this was the fastest way to kill her, by marrying her off to Damien, the alpha with no temper, who kill

Lavender called again and I picked it up and placed it on my ear. "Hi girl, Good day. “Lavender greeted like she actually cared. "Hey, good day. What's wrong? You won a Lottery." I chuckled and kept on the flow. This people wouldn't know what hit them until I was done with them. They'll regret their life and never try to ruin another person's life again, ever again. "Nothing is wrong. And unlike the Princess of the whole world, I'm just home doing nothing but staring at the clock wondering when it's going to pass and let me have a good night at the club." Lavender said.

“Something that lives in England and West Africa both. Something that when Abena takes a cutting and plants it in Accra it will grow the same.” “Lavender,” Sera said. “It grows here and in Ghana. The same plant in both places. A cutting from the Calloway Street lavender carried to Accra would grow in the same soil that produces the agricultural compounds in the sixth field documentation. The same plant in the garden where the argument was built and in the ground where the harm happened.” Helena looked at the lavender bed in its seventh year, established and certain. “Yes,” she said. “Lavender. We plant a new one today from a cutting. And when Abena comes to London next she takes a cutting to