Lawrence Oleander Novels & Stories

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.”

Christian asked in worry, making Xandar’s grip on Lucianne’s waist tighten. Lucianne put part of their worry to rest when she explained, “No, it’ll probably be a substance that’s harmful to vampires. No wolf or lycan has ever stepped foot into this forest before today, so I doubt precautions are being taken against us.” ‘Smart,’ Greg thought. He was beginning to worry at the mention of Oleander as well. Octavia looked at Pellethia and thought aloud, “Substance harmful to vampires. It’s just beta-keratin at a very high concentration and…allicin.”

"Father, inviting another physician might yield the same result." At this moment, the senior lady spoke, "Summon our family's physician." The senior lady often consulted the Tham family physician for daily health matters and had relied on him since her youth. The Anderson family physician was a position passed down for generations, and his words were beyond reproach. The Anderson family physician promptly arrived, and Beta Henry instructed someone to show him the Nerium oleander. He frowned upon seeing it. Beta Henry asked, "Does this have odor-neutralizing properties?" The Anderson family physician naturally shook his head. "Nerium oleander is a poisonous plant. I've never heard of it havin

Lucianne shook her head again before she said, “No. The last thing I remember was the pain spreading from my left calf. And the smell of the poison.” “Smell?” Dr Karr asked. “Yeah. Being a wolf, I’ve never come into contact with Oleander in any way. I’ve read about them but I’ve never studied their properties. Yesterday was the first time I got its scent. It smells terrible, doesn’t it? What’s it made of anyway? I know there must be mercury, salt and granite. But what’s the last thing I’m missing?”

Dominic's voice came from somewhere behind me, deadly quiet in the way that meant someone was about to die. "The symptoms are consistent with oleander poisoning," she said, her voice clinical but her eyes worried. "It's a plant that's commonly used in landscaping, but every part of it is highly toxic. Even small amounts can cause severe cramping, bleeding, and in pregnant women..." She trailed off, but the implication hung in the air like a death sentence. "It causes the body to reject the pregnancy," I finished, my voice barely above a whisper.