Lilac Orin Ayo Novels & Stories

My mate says without looking up from his laptop . “ I have seen you practically fuck Lenny up against a tree , little King . Don't you give me what's ladylike .” I can't help but cover my now beetroot face at my best friend's choice of words . Orion just grunts from across the room , causing Lil to burst out laughing .

in the dirt with Lily standing triumphantly on his stomach, arms raised like a conquering hero. “See?” she declared. “Ferocious!” “Ferociously heavy,” Brinn wheezed, patting her ankle. I smirked. “You deserve every cracked rib.” Aya returned with a splash of water on her face, droplets catching the sun in sharp beads. For a moment, she looked carved out of flame and stone—wild, untouchable. Then she caught me staring. “What?” she snapped. “Nothing,” I said quickly. “Just… wondering if you even know the meaning of ‘take it easy.’”

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

"This is her class, right?" "Oh, that's her over there." He pointed at a crowd of girls that were talking. In the middle was the girl, Lilac, laughing softly. She noticed me and tilted her head. "Lilac, this guy's looking for you." The guy called for her. The girl tucked some of her hair behind her ear as she walked towards us, and as she drew closer, I noticed how the colors surrounding her started to change. Just like Aunt Autumn, the colors around her were warm colors, but with a red-ish, purple tint to them.

Letting every muscle and scent breathe with her particular botanical blend. Lilac, lavender, or some other herb that’s as sweet as it is wild. I never really could define it, any more than I could the girl that somehow translated the world for me. Maybe I’ll start showering early, instead of waiting to the very last blink. No, I won’t wake up pulses before the suns, like Aya. I know she’s already as at school preparing for the test, that will change our lives. Still, maybe I won’t wait to use it until I’m half dead.

Fresh scent of Lilac fills my nostrils made me crack open an eye. Nanlaki ang mata ko't napaawang ang labi ko sa tanawing bumungad sa akin. Napakalawak na lupain ng bulaklak ng Lilac. Sumasayaw ito kasabay ng malamig na ihip ng hangin. May iilan pang petals na tangay ang hangin at umiikot sa paligid. Napakaliwanag. Napaka-tahimik at nakakagaan ng loob. Napakaganda.

I wrap my body in a towel and walk over to my phone on my bedside table. I call a friend of mine how happens to be a florist. “Miss Jully how may I help you?” Ava asks. I smile. “Ava, I have aa favor to ask.” “What ever you need Miss Jully.” She says. “Do you have any flowers that means fuck you or fuck off?” I ask. She’s silent for a second. “Well, no, but I do have orange lilies and they have a similar meaning. Orange lilies they mean hatred.” She tells me.

Her green eyes roamed over Lydia as she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” Lydia stifled a laugh; she knew her mom would soon comment on her beauty and how she would sweep every male off their feet that evening. It was clear that Lydia resembled her mother, both standing tall and slender, with curves that could captivate anyone. Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips.

For her gossip career, Lycoris presses forward for control of their ears, eager to hear more. Embarrassed with Lycoris turning only their ears into wolf ears, Lilith pulls up the hood of her cloak to hide their head. “Then give me the telescope!” Another girl shouts with just the same feverish voice, “I want to see Orion!” Lilith frowns, looking over. This time even her couldn’t fight the curiosity -- who in their right mind is so crazy about Orion? His lousy behavior in private aside, Orion just got the blessing with Hannah, and that’s known news.

“But just for a bit.” Orion nodded. “That’s enough.” *** We followed a narrow path rarely used. The ground was damp, the scent of pine and wet earth blending, making my breathing feel lighter. Orion walked ahead, his steps steady, as if this terrain were an extension of himself. Iris moved lightly at my side. “What’s that?” she asked, pointing at a plant with layered leaves. “Young lyssaria,” Orion answered without turning around. “Not ready to be harvested.” Iris stopped and crouched down. “The color’s different.”