Novel & Cerita Lex Hortensia

“Should one of us stay back here to keep an eye on Catalina?” “No, I already got Tyler and Jason on it, and I promised to get her that plant she wanted.” “The one from the desert?” “Yeah!” “Wait, what are you two talking about?” I looked between Lyon and Logan. “Calotropis Procera, or in layman’s terms, the apple of Sodom.” Knowing what I do now about his kid, I had to ask. “Is it… poisonous?” “We’re talking about Mengele here; what do you think?”

Hector concluded. They were all watching at the hologram while there's a bunch of snacks in front of them. Their private room didn't have any balcony, so if they wanted to bid, they must ring a bell and their voice will be heard. The other private rooms had a balcony, unlike theirs. “Possibly, but I heard there is something they are interested in as well.” Sirene said while looking at the list of the auctioned items. “It's a Sun's Grass herb. I think that is an uncommon herb, but it's extremely hard to get.” She continued.

Markéta has the most advance defense against supernaturals, particularly vampires and demons. It’s because the headmistress of the school was a high-ranking member of House of Hecate. That’s why a magical barrier surrounded the entire school. For some reason, humans trusted witches and wizards more than other supernatural beings. Maybe because, aside from being immortal and having magical powers, they looked a lot like humans. It also helped that humans weren’t part of their diet.

MICHELLE’s POV. My mouth hangs open in awe as Enzo opens the car door for me. The mansion in front of me looks like something out of a fairytale. Every detail, every extravagance is unique and I can not help but marvel at it. The Middlemist Red Camellia gracing his front lawn catches my attention and I can not help but be wowed. This flower is one of the rarest flowers and Enzo has it in abundance and not to mention the beautiful mansion that looks like a chapel. The one who designed this house must have spent years coming up with the best design.

I hadn’t had time to check it right after Hugo gave it to me, and after all the situation with Cristine, I’d sort of forgotten about it until now. I placed it on the bed and untied the white cloth carefully. What I’d thought a simple wooden crate was actually a fine small chest with a thousand petal lotus on the lid. I opened it and found three tiny dark bottles with some kind of oil inside, three thin bundles of herbs that smelled of sage, and a couple more things I didn’t recognize, three small delicate ceramic bowls and a sheet of recycled paper folded in three.

I hissed at her air patting the food before putting them back onto the countertop. "I swear, Alexa, you have found your mate because food must be it." Ash giggled with a bright smile plastered on her perfect pale porcelain doll-like face. Ashely was a stunning sweet looking girl with long strawberry blond wavy hair and pale blue eyes. She looked just like her personality. A sweet caring Luna. Also very easily amused. "My long search has ended I have finally found you my one and only love!" I picked up a waffle holding it up before giving is a smooch. Ash's giggles filled the large room as I did this making me extremely happy but then she stopped.

It was really true that Dana Hamilton was a mother to Clara. Philip looked at the Harriot in the picture, he was smiling without the effort of pain and a wave of bitterness swept through Philip. He felt like losing his mind for a second by lamenting the fact that he had met them again but he knew better than to lose his control. He tucked his phone into his pocket and looked at the painting one more time.

To a locked section in the back. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He opened it with a key. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Inside was a small garden. Maybe ten plants. Delicate. Silver-leafed. Beautiful. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "This is it?" she asked. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "This is it." Edmund's voice was gentle. "Lunasol. The rarest plant in the supernatural world. We've been cultivating it for three generations. Your father helped protect these plants for eighteen years."

Problem solved. The clearing glows with lanterns, fairy lights in the trees, and floating balloons lit from within. Flowers are everywhere—decorating the altar, trees, chairs, and tables. Hemlock, black poplar, monkshood, and cyclamen for Hecate. Myrtle, white roses, poppies, and lilies of the valley for Selene. Unlit candles ring the altar. Caleb, Citra and Michael’s son, plays guitar as I walk down the aisle. When I reach Nathan, his eyes are almost entirely taken over by his irises.