Lemons Marigold Novels & Stories

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.

My eyes flutter open, focusing on what he holds in his hands. “A marigold,” I whisper, marveling at the vibrant flower clutched tenderly between his thumb and pointer finger. I look at him, silently asking if I can take it. He nods, handing the flower over to me. “I didn’t know we had any here.” He shrugs. “I guess we do now.” My eyes take in the vibrant yellow and orange colors of the petals. They’re so bright. The colors remind me of the flame of his lighter. “It’s beautiful,” I marvel, twirling the flower between my fingers.

he answered honestly. Luis stroked his son's hair because was pleased to hear his answer. "And the name of this flower is Calendula when you grow up maybe you can find out for yourself all things related to the flower," he continued reassuring his son. Troye nodded again. "Then what is the purpose of you bringing me here? Does it have something to do with the Calendula flower?" he replied curiously, because still curious about his father's statement.

“What’s the matter? I want a bundle of golden lemongrass since I need it badly.” “It’s true that it’s not available here. Lemongrass is hard to produce nowadays, and you’re looking for a golden variety that can only grow with magic.” The hybrid studied her face. It seemed she had a little internal struggle if she’d supply him with the information he needed. “I know where you can find such a rare plant. It’s in Veku Garden, but it’s quite far from Baraf. They’re cultivating tropical medicines there. But since you’re a shifter, I highly doubt they’d sell you even a small root. The elves use it for traditional healing.”

She needs time,' I tell him, hoping to placate him. 'She's beautiful,' he says, admiring his mate. I'm surprised that she's a white wolf—they're incredibly rare—basically unheard of. Not to mention, typically our wolf's coat reflects our hair and has our same eye color. Unless they're a rogue, then their eyes are red. Like me, my wolf has black fur and green eyes, but Amaris's wolf's white coat isn't the only thing that differs from her human side. While Amaris herself has black hair and dark brown eyes, her wolf has a white coat of fur and bright lilac-colored eyes.

"Here! I'm sure she'd love it." "Wonderful! " The old man let out excitedly and held the bouquet. The bells rang once again and before Emma could turn and look at the visitor she heard the old man. "Child, what are these called?" Asked the man looking at the pink flowers that were surrounding the yellow and red roses. "Ah, these are Calla lilies. They symbolize loyalty and admiration."