Novel & Cerita Lex Hortensia

– Harper repeated its name again and again while browsing on the second drawer. “Aha!” – Harper found it. “Is this the one?” Damon stopped what he was doing and grabbed the potion from Harper’s grasp. It has a deep blue hue and a seahorse’s skeleton at the bottom. Which looked like it was dissolved because of acid. Damon got the small torchlight from his bag and flashed it on the bottle, having a second check on its name. Right there, written with thick hand strokes and a double underline was the name of the potion. Lexillus.

Hana recalled the book Henry had given her, based on which she knew it was a Blue Or flower whose mission was to protect Helix fruit. Hana rejoiced in her heart; it seemed that her luck was not bad at all. Helix is a succulent fruit that has the aroma of pineapple. It has the function of enhancing physical fitness. It was what Hana needed most right now. To get the Helix fruit, you must first fool the purple flowers baring their teeth to devour Hana. She reached up to catch the mermaid's tears, then looked for an opportunity to throw them into the giant gaping mouth of the flowers. The flowers quickly drooped and fell to the ground in the blink of an eye. Hana carefully picked up the nearest

And it seemed like Xenia knew how much protected she was when around him because after all the glares, Xenia's confidence level sky rocketed and she went into a detailed description about the origins of each of her flowers. Like he didn’t already know all of it. "And did you know that Spychotria Elata is known as Hooker's Kiss because it resembles the lips of a Hooker? My! What an extra ordinary beauty!" Xenia kept on rambling while Stefanos questioned himself again about his luck. Just why did he think this would work? What made him think Xenia would bring up the topic of their friendship again? Yes, you heard me right. Stefanos had been waiting to give Xenia an answer to the proposal she m

Lex crouched near the edge, brushing his fingers through a patch of pale vegetation that shimmered faintly under moonlight that hadn’t reached the ground properly. Ghostshade. Even I recognized it from Maeve’s description. Pale blue-white petals curling inward like they were trying to hide from the world, stems thin but unnaturally resilient. “We’re here,” Lex said quietly. I didn’t relax. “You took your time.” He looked up at me. “We were being hunted.” “I noticed.” His jaw tightened. “Then stop pretending I delayed us.” I stepped forward, ignoring him, and knelt beside the plant. “Which one?”

Each petal was marred by grotesque, face-like patterns. Eight of the petals were fully open, but the ninth remained a menacing bud, poised to unleash its darkness. The trio in the room were stunned. Sasha was as pure as a lily. Now, she carried an air of a seductive cult priestess. The contrast between purity and sensuality, coupled with her coy demeanor, was a fatal attraction to men. “Nine Phantom Lotus… It’s the legendary Nine Phantom Lotus!” hot with emotions, Holfman said in fear. Taken aback, June asked, “Are you saying that the lotus on Sasha’s black is the extraordinary variety, rumored to grow in the depths of the abyss?”

Hades naming Proserpina after Persephone was a move meant to pacify his wife since he's bringing his kid to their home. I don't think I had the time to explain it more in the story but the tattoo that Alastor mentioned "peeking on the back of Proserpina's neck" is actually a swirling petal of a black spider lily that reaches down to her spine. It turns red whenever she fails a mission or misses a kill. The book cover is what I imaged it looks like.

Larisa informed her parents that she planned to visit the Huxleys to inform them about the divorce, and they advised her to go ahead with it. Larisa got dressed in a simple white gown, applied minimal makeup, and was driven to the Huxley's residence by her mother's driver. Upon arriving, Larisa was ushered to the garden where Mr. and Mrs. Huxley were having a conversation. The beautiful garden was surrounded by tall trees that provided shade, and colorful flowers bloomed in every direction. In one corner of the garden, there was a cozy seating area with several comfortable chairs arranged in a circle. The chairs were made of high-quality wood and were adorned with plush cushions in various s

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.

She didn't know how to behave or what to do when they get there, She only saw these kind of things in the movies. Soon, they stopped in Front of a large compound which had tall walls painted yellow with brown traditional wooden markings and engraved artworks and statuses as designs to it's plain solidarity. She heaved as she read the engraftment on the railed gate " HRH- His Royal Highness" She honked the horn and immediately some huge man in a traditional jumper and red corals around his neck opened the solid black railed gate that had a sculpture of a human head on it. She drove in slowly into the large compound as brown dust followed closely behind.

We said goodbye and I headed to the address Nick had texted me. As I walked into the shop a friendly gentleman greeted me. “Miss Clarke, Mr. Thorn said to expect you.” “He did,” I sounded surprised. “I have the bottles ready for you.” We walked over to the counter, and he showed me the bottles. First was Chateau Montelena chardonnay and the second was a bottle of Macallan 18-year-old double cask whiskey. I nodded, not having a clue. I watched as he boxed the bottles up and placed a gift ribbon around each of them.