Lawrence Oleander Novels & Stories

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.

Brett and Adam’s eyes widened at the sudden appearance of Konki flowers, which were used to create drugs against werewolves. On the other hand, this was the first time for Maxine to see the flowers and so she didn't take much interest on it. Not until the scent of the flowers mingled in the air. She lifted her eyelashes onto the white flower in Lawrence’s hands, then she blinked silently while her trembling hands reached out the hem of her dress. "Wow, a flower?" Lawrence asked. "This is the first time I saw this. What is the name of this flower?" Smiling, Chandler answered, "Konki."

Then, instead of answering to Frank's accusation, he asked in return, "Mr. Lawrence… First of all, allow me to welcome you for personally visiting this exhibition sponsored by Droitner Inc. So, have you brought the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom here?" "The Bloodcrane Spiritbloom?" While the crowd was left puzzled, Huub chuckled. "Oh, I forgot to explain. Mr. Lawrence here is from Zamri, and he was the one who stole the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom that I gave to Lanecorp's Helen Lane as a gift. That in turn led to the death of Helen's uncle, I might add…"

Music filled the air, bass thrumming, lights dancing across the walls as laughter rippled through the crowd. But just as the DJ switched to a slower beat, the security at the front doors signaled me. I smiled to myself. “Come with me,” I said, taking Cassia’s hand. Outside, a sleek black van pulled up, the kind with tinted windows and a quiet engine. The headlights cut through the night. When the door slid open, Cassia froze. Lawrence stepped out in bis car, dressed in a navy velvet suit that made him look like every woman’s dream and every man’s competition. In his hands was a bouquet so enormous it could’ve filled a room, white lilies, roses, and purple tulips tied with a satin ribbon.

I walk out of the lab, praying I won't see Rose when I get to the garden. Thankfully, she isn't there; I carefully search the garden, but there isn't anything like oleander, much less the lantana. I decide to stroll into the woods to look for the lantana. It's an easy find ; they might not have it in the garden, but it's like a weed and grows almost everywhere. Oleander might be the issue, but I'm sure if I look well enough, I could find the lantana flowers somewhere close. The sun has already set, which means Xander might be here to pick me up soon, but it won't hurt to search for a few minutes.

"What is this?" "Oleander. It takes four days to work." I don't even want to know how she knows this shit. I pulled my phone and called mom. "Elena, did you know your hedge is a poison?" "What?" "This pretty pink flower, did you know it's poisonous?" "Where are you?" "In your driveway." "Well what are you doing there?" "Just answer the question Elena." "Your father said something about it once but I didn't pay it no mind. I think you have to eat a lot of it or something like that."

“Plants, we’re all getting plants. They went after Oleander and something called Datura.” “And what pray tell are these plants for?” “Beats me; she said they would look nice in the garden she’s planning.” I hung up the phone on him because what dafuq. “Mancini, what is Hitler’s youth up to with these plants, and don’t tell me you don’t know.” “Plants? What plants?” “Oleander is the only one that sounds familiar. Something called Datura and Cali, something or the other.” “Calotropis Procera?” He looked spooked.

The subject line is simple: Chemical Analysis – Exhibit “Ring (Isabella Godfrey)” My hand doesn’t shake—but my throat goes painfully dry as I open it. Metal Composition: Platinum, 18k Gold (outer petals). Base Metal (inner band): Contaminated with trace amounts of Aconitum napellus alkaloids and Oleander derivative. I blink once. Then twice. Aconitum. Oleander. Aconite is called wolfsbane for a reason. One drop on the skin is enough to numb your fingers. Ingesting even trace amounts can stop the heart. And Oleander—used throughout history as a convenient “natural” way to remove problems.

She was only as focused when designing, and it just so happened that she accepted the ring deal today. Silly. He just wanted to see how she reacted. He did not care about the design at all! Anthony frowned and sighed at the sight of the bright room. Although he was angry at her for being so heartless, he still felt hurt… With a thought, he finally drove away, but instead of heading home, he drove to an outskirt. In the darkness was a massive land full of lavender. Nial had bred these to make a high-end sleeping pill. Plucking one high-end lavender, he walked into a laboratory and extracted its contents to make essential oil.

“This is Lazarus Essence, a formula created by Ophelia. It doesn’t mask a scent or simply make one smell pleasant. It contains a tailored blend of neuro-stimulants extracted from rare herbs, metholix bark, veralume root, and blue helian oil. When absorbed through the skin or inhaled, it actively resists the sedative properties of most known tranquilizers and sleeping agents.” He paused, letting the weight of his words settle in. “It’s not just perfume. It’s science. It’s protection. And it worked so well.” A murmur of awe spread through the room, but it was swiftly cut short by a sharp, disdainful laugh. Isabella stepped forward, her arms crossed, expression twisted in contempt. “Are you all