Lori Wick The English Garden Series Novels & Stories

LORRAINE'S POV I wiped the sweat from my brow as I worked in my garden. The sun was hot but I didn't mind. The sweet scent of the blooming flowers made me feel better. I was caught up in my work when I heard footsteps approaching. Looking up, I saw Neil walking towards me. I was happy to see him. Luckily, things hadn't been so awkward between us. The kids loved him and whatever made them happy made me happy as well. "Hey, Lorraine," Neil said with a smile. "How's the garden coming along?"

Damian smiled as he extended his right hand. "Alicia Wilton, nice to meet you too, Mr. Howard," Alicia replied by extending her own hand to shake his, but she pulled it back as soon as their palms touched. She didn't want any more physical contact with him, but as he was a guest of the Golden Moon Pack, she had to tolerate his presence. "Alicia, if you're free, why don't you take Mr. Howard to the rose garden in the courtyard? He's looking for a landscaper, and since you work in landscaping, perhaps you could chat," Ellis suggested.

“We were having a peaceful day, actually.” “Exactly,” Vivienne said with a smirk. “Can’t have that.” Eva let out the faintest, breathiest laugh. It was barely audible, but to Vivienne, it was more precious than gold. She kissed the top of Eva’s head again. “Come on, mon trésor (My treasure). Let’s go wreck something in the garden.” Vivienne didn’t just mean the garden in a literal sense. The Lioré gardens, stretching in formal symmetry beyond the terrace, were a place of careful order — hedges trimmed with mathematical precision, pathways swept to perfection, white wrought - iron benches placed at exact intervals.

"He got past the entrance before we caught him. My man fired twice. I don't know if he hit." She pushed past Ricci. Lorenzo grabbed her arm. "Don't," he said. "He's in my garden," she said. "Valeria..." "Lorenzo." She held his gaze. "He is in my garden." He looked at her for one second. Then he let go. They went together. The east garden in the early morning was full of light. The kind of April light that made everything look clean and new. The tomatoes standing in their rows. The rosebush with its dark red buds. The herb spreading along the bed edge.

Even though Lily might not necessarily be at fault, the sins of the mother would always come back to hunt the daughter. Zale and Jack watched on as Lily and her friends played tea in the gardens. The gardens in the Lycan palace were unlike anything Lily had seen before. It wasn't that her father's garden was in any way inferior to this one, but she was struck by the beauty of the landscape. The gardens were vast, with well-manicured lawns and colorful flower beds that stretched as far as the eye could see. In the distance, There was a stream that flowed through the center of the garden. The stream was crystal clear, and the sunlight danced on the surface of the water as it flowed over rocks

Lillian hoped that they were out there, maybe one day would come to the island and William would be put in his place. Looking at the black roses she had planted. A sense of love flowed through her; her heart swelled at the thought of Williams' reaction when he saw her touch his to his family's garden. The blood-red roses she was planning to plant added a bright vibrancy the garden needed. The red cut through the gray and was a beacon in the misty air that seemed to blanket this mansion and Island so heavily. Lillian wondered if the family had placed a cloaking ward to keep unwanted people away. It seemed that only witches or magical beings ever set foot on this Island. A thought she pushed a

Or was he blind to the tension growing in the pack? Today, the air felt heavier than usual. The clouds had gathered above, casting a gray hue over the estate. Lily was in the garden, walking among the flowers she had planted herself, the only space she felt a sense of peace. The scents of the roses and lavender calmed her, even though the storm brewing inside her was anything but calm. Suddenly, she heard footsteps behind her. She didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. The presence was unmistakable, like a force of nature, undeniable and potent.

He looked at her, eager to know more about the person who had unexpectedly entered his world. She smiled, her eyes gleaming with a touch of playfulness. "I'm Lily," she replied, her voice laced with a hint of mystery. Lark found himself drawn to her effortless charm and the way she carried herself. As they continued their leisurely walk, the girls who had earlier waved at Lark passed by again, their expressions tainted with a hint of jealousy. They made snide remarks, trying to get a reaction out of Lark. Lily, unfazed by their behavior, laughed and apologized on their behalf. "Don't mind them," she said, her voice filled with understanding. "They're just like that around here."

Instead, she was here to warn him away, for both of their sakes. Armed with a box of pictures and a plate of cookies, she rang the doorbell. Garin answered a minute later, recognition flaring in his blue eyes after the initial shock of seeing a shifter on his doorstep. They had obviously never met but they were well aware of who the other was. Garin could see traces of Willow in her grandmother's face. Loriann could see why Willow had been so taken in by him. He was very handsome and smelled rather good, for a hunter.

I saw him nodding his head and I took my chance to leave them alone together, I walk towards the garden and saw them there Lily was holding a sprinkler and watering the plants while Kris and Melanie were sitting behind her on the garden's table while having their breakfast. "Lily," I called her when I reach the door of the garden, she didn't look at me neither stopping from what she was doing, it's like she didn't hear me at all, I look at Kris as she put her finger in front of her as if she was saying that 'get ready, she's mad' sign at me. I sigh and walk near them.