Lawrence Oleander Novels & Stories

his secretary said. Ethan picked up the phone. “You could’ve warned me,” he snapped. A low laugh came from the other end. “Warned you about what?” Lawrence drawled lazily. “That you’d finally settle down with the woman your grandfather picked? You should be thanking me; I even sent flowers to your new wife.” Ethan froze. “You what?” “The lilies,” Lawrence said cheerfully. “White, elegant, classic; like the kind of woman your family prefers. Don’t tell me you didn’t see them?”

Lawrence explained. "Alright, take care of yourself sir." "I will, see you tomorrow." Lawrence exited the reception and walked into the elevator which took him down to the underground garage. He drove to the flower shop and within few minutes he was there. "You're welcome." The florist greeted him when she caught him glancing at the flowers and looking confused. "Thank you." Lawrence said softly. "What kind of flowers are you looking for?" "Hmmmmmm, I'm sorry but actually I know nothing about flowers and would have to rely on your recommendation." Lawrence finally said after giving his eye a tour and couldn't make a decision.

Just a minute ago I was about to pluck one barehanded. I had removed my gloves and mask to breathe, and from a distance this flower had captivated me, almost hypnotized me. It was as if something tugged at my attention, softly insisting I come closer. "That's... that's sad," I managed to say, voice tight. "Do you know the name of this flower?" she asked casually, plucking off the petals one by one. They fluttered to the ground like dying butterflies. "No, ma'am. Absolutely no idea..." "Oleander," she said at last, tossing the bare stem aside.

As I move towards the kitchen I stop in my tracks when I find Saint's bare inked back facing me. One thing that caught my eyes is the big tiger inked onto his back, the tiger's face has a scar slashing across its face, like claws. Trees in the background show casting its environment as the Oleander flowers are spotted in the hidden trees. It's beautiful yet also terrifying. What intrigued me the most are the Oleander flowers, they are so toxic that humans don't even have to digest them to experience symptoms of poison. Just being an inch close to the plant can kill you.

"I'm just cleaning." "Of course you are. That's all you'll ever be good for, isn't it?" Eleora crouched down, leveling her face with mine. This close, I could see the expert application of her makeup, "Cleaning up other people's messes." "The only way an omega can be useful." I didn't respond. There was no right answer here. Anything I said would only worsen it. "We were just discussing the upcoming ceremony," Eleora continued, her voice dropping. "Everyone's talking about it. Placing bets, actually. Wanna know what the odds are?"

She pointed toward the solid oak shelves. Lance nodded. "On it. Give me a few minutes." "Peppermint, cedar, and moon-grass. Mix the aromatherapy base to the usual ratio," she added over her shoulder. Lance hesitated. "Is she really treating the top doctor in the country like a glorified lab assistant?" Chloe caught the look on his face, a ghost of a smirk appearing. "What, is it beneath you?" Lance rolled up his sleeves, his tone dead serious. "It's an honor."

Leonard pressed on, he didn’t look the bit convinced. “No Leo. I don’t know” Liora replied and furrowed her brows. “You don’t believe me?” She asked and Leonard shifted in his seat. “It’s not that I don’t believe you but those flowers are Shenzhen Nongke Orchids. They only bloom every 4-5 years and that massive one that one sent to you? They were definitely specially grown. Does a random person send that to another random person?” He asked and Liora stared at him stunned.

Not after we had to ask the lycans for help to save Trevor and Leana. I followed Andrew as he approached the man. On the table in front of him were several blue flower petals glowing faintly. “Wolfsbane,” Andrew murmured, studying the petals. “Yeah.” The man nodded. “Larry found something interesting,” Bria said. She joined us, standing near the table and examining the flowers. “What do you get?” Andrew asked. “So, apparently, this flower has several uses,” Larry scoffed. “If you can call them ‘uses.’ I’d rather call it curses.”

His anger seethed through his onyx orbs and sinister smile when he said, “As nauseating as you three are, I can’t deny that we still share something in common - a love for science. I’m more of a physics guy but I remember that you three love playing with chemicals. Now, where’s that thing you three liked to play with?” He walked around the lab like it was his own home, searching for syringes of oleander that he once saw lying around their old lab when he first visited the place. The triplets once mentioned that they mixed oleander with other chemicals, seeing if a stronger substance would ever come out of it just in case some goody-two-shoes scientist came up with an antidote for the lethal