Lori Wick The English Garden Series 소설 & 이야기

The quiet was peaceful, but it felt fragile-like it could shatter at a drop of paper even. Damian spotted her from one of the windows. His sharp eyes followed her form as she disappeared behind a row of hedges. "She's outside," he said quietly. Aaron, who was studying a surveillance report, looked up sharply. "Lily? Alone?" "Yes." Damian answered. Neither of them said another word before they moved in tandem, heading towards the garden. Lily stopped near the edge of the place, where a wrought-iron gate separated the manicured gardens from the dense woods beyond. Something glimmered near the base of the gate-a small, folded piece of paper wedged between the bars.

Lily’s POV On Amelia's leaving in a vexed mood, I smiled and walked closer to the window to take in the beautiful view of Marcus's garden. I did not think someone as cold and unfeeling as Marcus would own a garden, but there it stood, filled with lavenders, corianders, sunflowers, pines, and lots of beautiful flowers. My mother grew the most beautiful garden I had ever set my eyes on. Her garden had herbs, flowers, and spices. She was an excellent florist and usually made alluring scents out of them.

“Tell me that robe doesn’t look like it was stolen from a tropical bird.” Lori snorted. “Don’t tempt me to say it out loud.” “Say it,” he urged, biting back a grin. “I dare you.” She smirked. “Later. When the meeting’s over and I don’t get executed for laughing at a royal advisor.” --- Evening descended slowly. The castle’s lanterns flickered to life, their glow soft against the darkening sky. Cris and Lori strolled through the garden courtyard, the air fragrant with jasmine and rain-soaked earth.

he said to her as she laughed. But without saying a word, she immediately kissed him on the cheek and ran off. Tobias was stiff at that moment. He held to his cheek, unable to move. He couldn't even blink as his eyes were opened widely, staring at her as she ran off. She had gotten halfway through the hall when she turned around with her same enchanting smile. She waved at him to follow behind her as she ran off. Tobias shook his head, trying to bring himself back to reality as he followed behind her. They soon got to one of the verandas which faced the garden. It was a place that Lily liked to sit down and read. And since she was assigned by her brother to read the booklet, she decided to c

The door open by a middle aged beautiful honey blonde colored hair lady with sweet smile and she greets me. "Lily, she is my wife Viola." Wyatt introduces me to her. "Well you were not wrong." I say. "About what?" Viola asks as she glares at Wyatt. "That you are very beautiful and also you have the sweetest smile." I say and she blushes. "Thank you, my dear. Please do come in. I must say you are very talented as Wyatt never gets chatty with anyone." Viola says and we smile at each other. "Lily." I hear Richard calling my name as I enter the drawing room and he comes towards me. He hugs me and kisses my cheek and I do the same.

“I just . . . I don’t want to mate. At least not yet.” I sigh, then I look up. Something catches my eye on the side of her bed. A jar full of herbs and branches. Just like the one we found in the pit, the thing that is bound by hair. The one in her room now doesn’t have hair, but I can say for sure that it has the same exact stuff as the one we found in the pit. LW is Lauren Wisteria. She’s the one responsible for the disappearances. She’s the one that the Rogues were talking about in their report. She’s the one who poisoned the wine and cast a curse on Arthur.

Deep Questions Rissa’s POV The garden had changed. Or maybe I had. I sat on the low stone bench nestled between the wisteria vines and wild roses that curled like quiet sentinels around the edge of the estate. The moonlight filtered through the branches, silvery and soft, pooling over the damp earth. I pulled the sleeves of my sweater over my hands, pressing my knuckles to my lips as if that could hold everything in. The wind shifted. Footsteps. I didn’t turn. Not at first. The cadence was too familiar—calm, measured, but with a purpose. Not Mark.

It felt strangely alive. Elowen inhaled deeply. The scent of moss mingled with the sweetness of pale blossoms that grew in clusters. He recognized the faint hum of magical wards woven into the soil. Whoever had designed this garden had known enough magic to keep intruders from slipping in unnoticed. Considering that he had entered through this garden during his infiltration, the fact annoyed him. Corvin noticed his expression. “You found a weakness in the wards the night you arrived.” “Yes.” “Do you intend to tell me where that weakness lies?”

The garden gate swung open with a gentle creak, and Lily stepped into a arena of enchantment. A carpet of petals, a symphony of colors, and the sweet fragrance of blossoms embraced her as if nature itself was welcoming her into a sacred space. The morning sun cast a golden glow over the garden, revealing a tapestry of vibrant flowers that seemed to sway in harmony with a gentle breeze. Lily's eyes widened with awe as she took in the sight, realizing that this was the canvas upon which her wedding day would unfold. The air was alive with the hum of busy bees, the melody of songbirds, and the anticipation of a day that promised to be as magical as the garden itself.

CHAPTER 53: SHE IS MINE NIKOLAI'S POV: I searched for Lily everywhere, the library room, mother's art room, the Theater room, wine cellar, music room, indoor gym, guest suite but she wasn't anywhere. I asked the maids at the kitchen if they saw her but they haven't. I saw Mazhordom Sergei and I stopped to ask him. “Have you seen the lady I came with? My girlfriend”. “I believe she is by the flower garden at the backyard young sir”, He said and I thanked him. I hurriedly walked to the garden in search of Lily.