Lavender Town Syndrome 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.

He thumbed a button on the remote, and the image on the screen was replaced with something else. “This disease affects more wolves than you would think. A total of two hundred thousand wolves are claimed by it every year. And it’s not like we’re even counting the people these mad wolves have killed thinking it’ll cure them. As our doctors and nurses know the term, I should inform all of you as well. This is the Lycanthropic Decay Syndrome (LDS). This disease is a plague amongst our people, and telling the world the name can help ease some stress. It might also help doctors of other species to try and develop a cure. It’ll warn wolves to be careful what they hunt and ingest.”

she asked quietly. Bell hummed, “Lavender”, she answered, “The bottle is blue the perfume is more of a purple color, mauve if someone were to be pedantic. But yes its calming, since most people only buy things related to the herb because of the effect lavender has”, she explained. “The effects of lavender?” Fiona asked confused.

So, lavender is Jordan’s Achilles’ heel, and his brothers’, too. Summoned by me, Phaedra Cascadia clicks her tongue while rubbing salve on Jordan and feeding him anti-allergy medicine. “Lavender, Jordan? Really?” He talks even though he’s coughing so hard he can barely breathe. “Phaedra, do you seriously think I–” “It was my fault!” I hover nearby. “I didn't know he was allergic. I just chose it because it’s relaxing and pleasant. And normally good for you.”

"Why don't you sit down and I will get you some toast. Lavender urged and led her to a chair at the table, avoiding the question. Lynexia felt it in her heart that her parents didn't make it out of that burning house. No one would avoid a question unless the news was bad. She slumped in the chair. She put her head in her hands and howled with pain. Lavender abandoned the tea and toast to comfort the young female. "I'm sorry, young one. I know it's hard to lose those you love. It is the worst pain anyone could ever feel. In time you will have a little less pain. You will, one day, be able to grow from this. " lavender assured.

The lavender notes feel like silk against my skin, the peppery vetiver tickles at my throat, and one spiced rose blend makes my heart ache without reason. Chris’s hand hovers over a slim glass bottle, its contents glowing faintly amber. “This formula helps soothe lung afflictions... breathing irregularities, asthma, even panic. And this,” he points to a deep blue bottle, “can lull the mind into the deepest stages of sleep. Some even claim these formulas tap into the dream realm itself.”

Scent of lavender touch my nose, calming my erratic heart. Although the tears keep falling, he still punishing me with his kiss. I see what surround me, even I'm still trapped in his hold and punished by his kiss. I see a very vast lavender field, just like a dream. Bad... Bad dream

Heading straight to Tazz, she opened the lid and put the lavender oil bottle by his nostrils, inhaling lavender aroma is said to relax a panic attack, and quite literally, Tazz began to relax, he opened his eyes and saw Mahira next to him but he did not speak, She took the towel napkin she'd just bought and wiped away the sweat from his face, “Tazz please take deep breaths, try yes, do it,” she breathed along with him and he synced with her breaths. It pained her heart deeply to see her man, a strong Tazz endure this suffering

SEAN The smell of lavender is supposed to be calming. It is supposed to soothe the nerves, to bring peace, to remind me of spring meadows and sunlight. But to me, it smells like death. The scent is thick in the air, pumped through the vents of the private suite on the top floor of Mount Sinai. It chokes me. It masks the antiseptic sting of the hospital, but it cannot mask the underlying stench of decay. I stand by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the New York skyline. From here, the city looks like a circuit board of gold and steel.

"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.”