Lemons Marigold Novels & Stories

“Dandelions, you say?” Annamarie puts her hands on her hips. “And marigolds. And lavender. And I’ve had some of the guys harvesting a few roses–rose petals are great with chicken. You haven’t been listening, Your Majesty.” “I’m sorry, Annamarie,” I say with a wince. “Matters of state.” Annamarie nods, mollified. “You don’t need to pretend to pay attention, Your Majesty. I know you have a lot on your mind with the alliance with Warfang. There’s got to be a lot of political stuff that goes along with that.”

I promised Jake that I will take the day off on Sunday, which I did. I went home. Allowing myself to reminisce every memory I have of my Grandparents the moment I set foot in Nonna’s garden. Thick and lush foliage Marigold is a huge contrast to the little sunflower softness of her daisies. Variety of orchids clung to the driftwoods that she specifically ordered from Italy. Two-lipped ray florets of gerberas in bountiful colors nestled under the beauty of greens. As I reached the double doors, the mingled scents of jasmine and roses did it for me.

The next morning, Leon went over to the Scammell Group and got Damian to help him find some supportive ingredients. The motherwort and Nine Suns Flower he got the day before were incredibly amazing spiritual herbs. They needed to be accompanied by many other valuable materials to be made into pills. Only then would the effects be maximized. After getting the materials, Leon returned home and started to refine the pills. When he refined pills before, he was much faster since Iris and the others were helping him.

The bedding is pure white, and there are flowers on the bedside table, which surprises me. It's a massive bouquet with all-white flowers. Lilies, roses, and daises with some added greenery. All my favorites find it a little odd and know there is no way in hell Archie knows any of that. Adam sees me looking at them in confusion and gets a knowing smile. He plucks the card out from them and hands it to me. "These came for you about thirty minutes ago, here you go. I'm going to give you some space to settle if you need anything my number is on the kitchen counter."

Nox rolled her eyes at me, "You got it IN the gardon!" "No! I'm saying he should smell like the mark on--Wait, what?!" I gasped in shock. "I smell like your favorite flower?!" That's what Kirsch said. "Lycoris Radiata is red spider lily?!" That's what I said. "And Taran smells like it, too." And that's what Nox said.

"No. Absolutely not. Too sterile. Too hotel lobby. You need movement. Story. Passion." Valeria chuckled. "What do you propose?" "Peonies," Marissa replied, eyes sparkling. "They unfurl from clenched fists into pale, layered radiance. Like the two of you." Valeria relaxed visibly. "Peonies were my mother's favorite. “Done,” Marissa said, scribbling furiously. “We’ll blend them with ranunculus, eucalyptus, and wild garden roses. Figs for depth. White for peace. Mauve for memory.”

Screaming that never reached my ears. I splashed cold water on my face and scrubbed my teeth until my gums stung. My school uniform hung off the back of my chair like it was mocking me. I hated it. The crisp white shirt, the dull navy skirt, the itchy blazer with its smug school crest. It all felt like a costume someone else had chosen. Downstairs, the kitchen smelled like burnt toast and lemon dish soap. “You’ve got ten minutes,” Gloria said, sliding eggs onto a plate without looking at me. “I’m not writing another note to explain why you were late again.”

#cemetery# #supernatural world# #Dark magic vs action# Why subject yourself to that screaming banshee? ♥Elena's POV♥ Lilium candidium, the botanical name of white lily which is popularly known as the cemetery plant grew around the graveyard and blossomed into beautiful flowers which symbolized the innocence that has been restored to the soul of the departed. The blossom opened as if each flower were a book-- a book that was more sculpted divinely than written, the ink infusing into the petals to give them their soft glow while the flowers gave a subtle aromatic fragrance to the graveyard.

(Kaan’s POV) “Do you really have to stand so close to the cliff?” I turn to look at Raya, who is standing a safe distance away from the edge. Wrapped in her thick yellow jacket and green woolen scarf, she reminds me of a Caltha Palustris or most commonly known as marsh marigold, which is a wildflower common in the Faroe Islands during May and June. She’s so beautiful, my chosen mate. “Why don’t you join me? The view here is much better.”

I turned and looked to my left and I was immediately left stunned. Marigold. A bright yellow and orange flower, that represented warmth and creativity. It was my favorite because it had my favorite color. I loved yellow so much, I breathe in that color, I lived in that color. I walked closer and plucked one out admiring the beauty. It looked so beautiful. “Care to have a seat?” I heard Ethan say, bringing me out of my thoughts. “Ohh yes” I said as I turned around with a smile on my face.