Lawrence Oleander Novels & Stories

Lawrence had already created many classic scents since he was young; the most fantastic thing about him was that even though he was already in his seventies, he could still create at least two new products yearly. They would instantly sell out whenever Lawrence released his perfumes into the market. He was also a very low-profile man that never showed himself in public; he would only act as an advisor to the Perfumers’ Society. Even though he was just an advisor, he was still well respected. Some may even hold him in a higher position than the chairman himself. Of course, Lily was aware of such an admirable figure, but she did not expect to see him here. “Mr. Adler, what brings you here?” No

Miranda was right, this is what I needed, a change of scene. When I go back to my desk after lunch there’s a yellow orchid with a hand written note on my keyboard. I feel embarrassed. Obviously, it’s not for me, this is my first day, no one knows I’m here, the messenger probably made a mistake and now I’m going to have to look for the girl this was meant to. I read the note. Have a great first day, doll. Stefan. My heart skips a beat. The orchid is for me. I can’t help smiling. So Handsome Intruder is named Stefan. It’s nice to know. How did he guess orchids were my favorite kind of flowers?

Oleander leaves were highly toxic, and everyone knew it. Yet as long as Roxanne liked them, Vincent could make them bloom in the Frostwell household all year. I once feared someone might eat them by mistake. I argued against planting a poisonous flower in the courtyard. Roxanne cried herself sick over it. "Does Vicky hate me so much that she will not even let you plant flowers for me, Vince?" Vincent pulled her behind him and sneered at me. "If you want to target Roxy, at least come up with a better excuse. Who would ever eat something this bitter by accident? Anyone would spit it out the moment it touched their mouth."

Until she witnessed an exchange between them herself, she was not going to encourage her dear friend. Seraphina replenished her sleeping draughts and herbal tonics. She had told her that the flowers that were needed were called Lilies Of Celeste. Lily Of Celeste was a magical plant that can heal the rarest of ailments. The problem was that it bloomed during the moonlight in the Crystalline Forest. It was a two month journey there and back. Lady Crystobelle told Calyx that Dante and his men would accompany Seraphina to retrieve the plants. Calyx promised to return a month before the dark season.

I introduced myself, deliberately omitting my connection to the Blackwood Pack. Elara's eyes sparkled with interest. "The healer who developed the breakthrough treatment for silver poisoning? Your reputation precedes you." Before I could respond, a voice cut through our conversation. "Elder Thornwood, I see you've met Beta Lawrence's prized cultivation." Lawrence himself approached, his blonde hair—so like Ivy's—gleaming in the afternoon sun. As Beta to Richard Blackwood, he commanded respect throughout the territory. "The Moonbirth Herbs are indeed impressive," Elara acknowledged coolly.

he asked, his youthful wonder shining through. Adam, finding joy in sharing knowledge, replied, "Well, Noah, Oleander is the name of a flower. It's a pretty white flower, but here's the interesting part: it's known for being both beautiful and toxic. People have to be careful around it because even though it looks nice, it can be harmful." Noah's eyes widened with fascination as he listened intently to Adam's explanation. "Wow, like a secret flower!" he exclaimed. Adam chuckled at Noah's enthusiasm. "Exactly, buddy. You've got a unique name, just like that special flower."

That faithful moment that changed her and her sister’s life forever. Rie dried her face using the towel hanging on her shoulder and then walked out of the bathroom. She weakly sat down on the bed. She no longer knew what was happening. Rie was still drinking tea made of flax seeds every night. Flax seed was one of the major ingredients for a sleeping potion.

He tilt his head, his brows rose slightly gesturing her to leave. Olivia felt bad, he was with this lady and now wants he to leave, he hadn’t even admired her, he haven’t said she looked great in this red dress, he was cold to her, indifferent, this was the part of Lawrence she hated seeing and she didn’t know the reason he was this way to her. “I am Olivia Parker, Lawrence’s best friend.” Olivia stretched her hands with a forced smile on her lips, going against everything Lawrence had just said and she watched Lawrence shut his eyes and lowered his head displeased.

Even after the announcement of our enemies advancing on us, Lawrence never took his focus off of me. "Don't leave my sight," Lawrence said at my side. "Why? Afraid you'll never set eyes on your beloved again?" I asked turning his face toward my own. "Take me to her," he demanded. "I will, only after you do something for me," I bargained. "What is that, exactly?" He asked annoyed. "I want Lady Donyale's staff. If you deliver that to me, I will leave you alone for good," I lied. "Her staff? Why?" He asked quizzically. "Do you want your whore or not?" I snapped. "Let me see her first, so that I'll know what you say is true," he reasoned. "Fine!" I said in frustration.

When I got back to my office, I did a research on Nerium Oleander. How to extract it and handle it so that I don't get affected as well. (Everyone who meets this blossom wants to pick it. The crimson and creamy petals are appealing and magnificent. However, it’s not worth even breathing its odour. It may cause serious health problems. The plant is fully poisonous.) "Shit, I might just leave this in her shop, let it cause a few deaths, and get her put away. She knows nothing about flowers and, this would be perfect."