Lex Hortensia Novels & Stories

Jean said. “She loves flowers; she loves gardening,” I said “You are lucky to live in this big house, Helena.” She added while looking around like Shirley. “Yes, indeed”, I lied. “I love the confetti and the balloons. It matches the colorful flowers,” Jean said while picking the balloons on the ground near her. One is pink, and the other is blue. “Can I have these balloons?” She asked, showing me the balloons that she’s holding. “I want to bring this home for my kids”, She added.

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

"I don't want the grape vines to die." I pitied these vines, which seemed worthless to outsiders. I pitied myself too, who seemed worthless to outsiders. At midnight, Kash sent me home. I stood in the yard for a long time. There were many flowers planted here, almost all of which Jeffrey liked. I picked these flowers in turn and packed them. The tulip was planted after Jeffrey saw the wonderful colors it had. The Daisy, representing purity and love, was brought back by Jeffrey after watching a ballet performance. The Sunflower, with its vitality, was given by Jeffrey when he went to the amusement park.

Deliberately, carefully, with skill and sustained effort. And underneath it, held so tightly it was barely present, held the way you held something at the bottom of a current with both hands and all your weight, something else entirely. Something that smelled of open ground after rain and running cold water and the particular clean-iron scent that belonged to a bloodline with significant age in it. Not warm-blooded. Not the human register. Something older than both, something that had been here before the categories existed and had continued regardless. I pulled back and looked at her face.

She then walked away, waving her left hand free of the wine she had chosen towards Maxim, who had chosen to enter through a little entrance to the Sims family's backyard door at Ivan's direction. Sidney was watching them from one of the small alleys that separated the Red Gorge neighborhood's residents' buildings, as Ivan had previously stated. Despite the fact that Sidney was wearing a scarf wrapped around her long blonde hair, similar to how women in other Middle Eastern countries wear hijab, Maxine recognized the girl right away. Because Sidney always wore a wolf-shaped brooch encrusted with black diamonds on her sleeve.

Trigger Warning! MURDER/BLOOD That night at the Santos' home blood was everywhere screams thundered and everyone was begging for mercy Helena possessed his son Andres he became strong he dragged everyone to the basement and tied each one of them on a chair "Now who wants to die first" he said voice deep He was holding a rusty ax "Andres this isn't y- he silenced his father by cutting his tongue His mother screamed while asking for forgiveness "Helena please stop this please" "HAHAHAHA NOW YOU'LL FEEL THE PAIN I FELT" Helena said

"Nonsense! A pup changes everything. You will take my guidance, Sierra." I didn't argue. I couldn't look at Cameron. I knew he never wanted this. I knew he viewed children as a weakness in his corporate empire. Suddenly, the door burst open. Veronica Hale and Lexi Hart hurried in. "Naomi! Lexi has brought rare herbs from the Nord City mountains—specialties that only the high-caste use for longevity!" Lexi trailed behind Veronica, her eyes narrowing when she saw me comfortably seated while she was forced to stand. Veronica’s voice turned sharp. "Stand up, Sierra! We can't have a guest of Lexi’s status standing while a... ward... takes the best chair."