Lei Meteor Garden Novelas e Histórias

It looked familiar, though I was certain I’d never been here. Liam parked and marched around to my door, yanking it open. "Don't. Touch. Me," I hissed, trying to pull away. His grip tightened on my arm. "Stop making this harder than it needs to be," he said, his voice void of emotion. "Put on a smile, Luna. It’s showtime." He dragged me toward the side gate, bypassing the front entrance. I blinked back angry tears, refusing to let them fall. We emerged into a sprawling backyard that looked like something out of The Great Gatsby. String lights twinkled overhead. A massive pool glowed blue in the center. And everywhere, there were people.

“Thank you. Keep it ready. By nightfall, you will wheel it against the walls of Crimson Moon.” He beamed, and I moved on to the next. Each inspection filled me with fierce anticipation. Someday soon, these towers would bear down on my enemies. Evening settled as a thin veil of violet spread across the sky. I found Leila waiting in my private garden, an oasis hidden behind high stone walls. Its blossoms glowed in twilight: pale moonflowers, white jasmine, deep red roses. The air smelled of damp petals, and a small fountain murmured in the center.

Nothing except tend my plants. The herb garden Kael gave me is my sanctuary—the one place where I have complete freedom to move, to create, to exist without feeling like I’m being watched by invisible eyes. Here, among the moonbell, silverleaf, dragonfern, and carefully cultivated nightshade, I can pretend I still have purpose.

Leila suggested, a gentle smile gracing her lips as she turned towards Hayley her eyes alight with anticipation. Hayley's face brightened at the suggestion, her features softening with warmth. "Sure, I would love that," she replied, her voice soft but filled with enthusiasm as she rose from her bed. They both walked out of the room. Leila led the way, guiding Hayley towards the direction of the Garden. As they walked into the garden, a sense of tranquility washed over them. The Breeze gently blew across their faces, as the fragrant scent of blooming flowers invaded their nosetrills. The Vibrant Colour of the Garden danced before their eyes, the nature's beauty in full bloom.

“We were having a peaceful day, actually.” “Exactly,” Vivienne said with a smirk. “Can’t have that.” Eva let out the faintest, breathiest laugh. It was barely audible, but to Vivienne, it was more precious than gold. She kissed the top of Eva’s head again. “Come on, mon trésor (My treasure). Let’s go wreck something in the garden.” Vivienne didn’t just mean the garden in a literal sense. The Lioré gardens, stretching in formal symmetry beyond the terrace, were a place of careful order — hedges trimmed with mathematical precision, pathways swept to perfection, white wrought - iron benches placed at exact intervals.

Straight ahead was a parking lot, to the right was the greenhouse and community garden patches, and to the left was the event center. Leo paused at the fork, to watch her take it all in. “Not too shabby now is it Love? I didn’t know G-Man had something like this in him.” “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” she gushed. Leo captured her hand and brought it to his lips. “And it’s all for you Love.”

Liam scans the view and without wasting time, he starts leading me towards the garden that is a bit far away from the ballroom. Gosh. This is wild. Sneaking away with the Lycan Prince while everyone else is back inside the party is reckless. But I follow him anyway. And eventually, we arrive at our destination. The garden is like stepping into a fantasy. Colored lanterns are hanging low from some of the branches belonging to the trees there, including the tiny ropes of other lights twisted decoratively around some of the pine trees. Their lights are dim, but they are so beautiful and are also illuminating the path for us as we walk between the flower beds and sculpted hedges.

The color had returned to his cheeks, though his eyes still held a shadow of the ancient gold that had terrified the Council. “He’s building something,” Phoenix said, her voice guarded. “For us?” Leo asked. Phoenix didn’t answer. She turned away from the window. “It doesn’t matter. We aren’t staying long enough to use it.” But curiosity was a dangerous thing. And Leo, despite his terrifying power, was still a boy who had spent five years in apartments. The lure of the vast, mysterious garden was too strong. [The Garden] Phoenix walked down the stone path, her heels clicking a sharp rhythm. She held Leo’s hand tightly.

“You are now our grandson.” Emily’s eyes welled up. “Thank you… I wasn’t sure how you’d feel.” Leonora smiled. “Love doesn’t need permission.” The Meyers' home in Oregon was a peaceful four-bedroom retreat nestled against the foot of a forested hill. The heart of the home, however, was the garden, lush, fragrant, and known for its calming energy. Anyone who spent time among the herbs, flowers, and healing plants would leave feeling refreshed, almost spiritually cleansed.

~ Lumiére's POV ~ The garden was a serene oasis, a secluded haven within the confines of the sprawling mansion. The tranquility of the space was expected, given that it was a closed off area of the house, accessible only to a select few. The meticulous care bestowed upon the garden was evident, with every flower in full bloom, exuding fragrances that tantalized the senses. For Lumiére, the garden served as a refuge, a place where he could gather his thoughts and clear his head after the endless meetings that seemed to plague his every waking moment.