Magnolia Palace Novels & Stories

* Lawrence * The Magnolia's private wing was the kind of luxury most people only saw on glossy magazine pages or high-end real estate ads they'd never afford. The kind of place where time slowed, and even the silence had polish. The floors were imported marble, white with thin veins of gold like nature had tried its hand at elegance. The walls held original artwork commissioned by painters who wouldn't take calls from museums unless they offered seven digits. And the windows, the windows, they stretched from floor to ceiling, swallowing the sun, the sea, and sometimes, if you weren't careful, your sense of perspective.

Soon after he left the room, Aali came running in with a water tub, she was smiling when she came in, but as soon as she saw me holding a candle lamp in my hand her colors faded away. "I won't do anything to you Aali, come in" I assured her and she helped me getting freshen up, There was a knock at the door and I gave a sign for Aali to open the door for me, she went to see, "My lady, it's a maid from Magnolia palace," now what the hell is that place, "Who... Aali what did she wants?" I asked out as I don't remember a place like this in the novel I read,

He was terrifyingly beautiful, like a statue carved from blue sapphire. “Yes,” she said. It would be a good distraction. Twenty minutes later, the two of them were walking through the aisles of the palace. “The Retzwa Mogz palace was built out of a blue-grey tunnel a few thousand years back. Over time the architect has only added more to the beauty of the palace.” said Xikoth as he walked with her. He was happy that now at least she was walking with him. Numerous candelabras lit the tunnel walls as she walked ahead and cast a glimmer on the various shades of blue. Amelia stared at the beautiful walls of the palace. The ceiling was carved intricately. She gasped at the artistry and exquisiten

They agreed to wait for her before leaving the palace. The corridors of the royal palace were lined with priceless paintings and artifacts. Caitlin followed the guard silently, taking in the grandeur. Eventually, the guard led her into an ornate parlor. Magnus wasn’t there. "You may wait here. His Highness will join you shortly," the guard said before stepping out. Caitlin sat down on a vintage sofa, glancing around the room. Her eyes caught a carved wooden table with a delicate antique vase, filled with Heather flowers—the national bloom of Saint City.

Then quickly an evil smirk grows on his face, he parts his lips to speak but then someone calls him out from behind, “Colin! Come on in!” “If a weak human like you is starting to work here as a maid then I must try to stay at home all the time -” with a wink in her direction and Colin makes his way out of the palace, sitting in his lavish car. The door remains open and when he went away, she can’t help but to stare inside. The insides of the palace almost seem like a dream. In her mind, she thinks of talking to her mother, asking for her permission relating to this position. She is well aware of the fact that her mother is going to refuse this decision of yours but at the same time, consider

Morrigan and Colfre walked by the long hallway of the palace hand-in-hand. The sun’s golden hues glowing by the window touching the pristine marble floor of the grand abode in the heart of the capital of Hymir. Fresh calla lilies and camellias are displayed by the walls just beneath the golden sconces on the wall. Vases made from fine porcelains that hold the simple yet elegant floral arrangements make the hall look even livelier than before. Now gone of the gloomy and eerie aura of the hallway that once reverberated the cries and agony of the queen. Now it was enveloped with images that reflect the joyous occasion that is coming. A few days from now Morrigan will celebrate her birthday with

Either that or they are bidding their time while they build an army. Silver cut the engine and silence reigned. The center of town. The last time I was here I visited the Hotel Magnificent... the name is actually in French but don't ask me what it is, the is not the time and place for French. It's a reconstructed castle from Medieval times. Apparently, it belonged to a king's mistress and was given to her after their secret wedding. It caused quite a scandal back then but now, it's just a hotel. The stone walls from Medieval times were preserved, the high stone walls were also preserved too.

They were trying to coax me, but this time, they couldn't accomplish what they wanted as I was adamant that I wouldn't persuade Dad. In the afternoon, I went to inspect the west wing of the palace, where the party was being held. The venue was decorated with beautiful flowers. There were pots at the entrance from which strings of marigolds were falling, which were then decorated in spirals. The entry gate was made with red and white roses from which hung spirals of marigold with strings of jasmine below the spirals. Then there were pop-ups made with marigolds adorning the walls. The rails of the staircase were decorated with roses. Round tables with cream colour placement were kept. The chai

Floral scents completely enveloped me but I had to keep going. Crossing the road we headed into the hotel opposite. The Magnolia Garden. No different to the other glass fronted wonderlands except this one had a booking. Placing her upright I held her hand and softly led her to the reception desk. They were still shaking when she placed them on the desk for support. "Booking for Wilding. Penthouse."

Smiling faintly, Magnolia replied, "Mr. Kelsey, don't worry. I'm aware of that." After Liam retreated, Magnolia's face stiffened. She turned her phone around and glanced at the bank card issued by the Royal Crown Bank that she had put in her phone case. She had €10,000,000 on the card. At last, she did not take it out. Magnolia and Logan sat in the private room, eating and talking about their daily lives. They cherished their time with each other greatly. Even if they were talking about trivial matters, they still felt quite warm.