Marigolds Book Novels & Stories

She pats her abdomen for emphasis. Once she closes the door to her room behind her, she finds herself pacing back and forth, desperate for something to do. She can't seem to sit for too long. Her eye catches a book she's been wanting to read. Reading hasn't exactly fit her mood lately. In one swift motion, she grabs the novel off the shelf, jumps into bed, and opens to the first chapter.

Thank you so much for reading 'Death Among The Dandelions!' This is my first ever original novel that I've written. I've really enjoyed writing this, hopefully, you enjoyed reading this! This is also my first ever book on Goodnovel. Thank you for reading to the end. Credits go to my best friend Lily for creating the amazing front cover! She's an amazing writer too, go support her on Wattpad! Her account is @lilypadsxfrogs.

“We are tossed by the winds of fate. Once we end where they blow us, we make of ourselves that we will.” Smart man, Neill, but it isn't easy now, is it? I mused, turning over the page of the book I was reading, mentally applauding Nora Roberts for being such a great wordsmith. And I have to say that Margaret Mary was definitely my spirit animal. I remained in my room, lost in the book, when the distant sound of laughter and footsteps reached my ears.

Chapter 68 Aurora Who says marigolds aren't beautiful? Staring at the Colossus Red Gold type of marigold flower before me, I couldn't help but get lost in its rare beauty. The deep burgundy petals gilded with gold were enough for me to fall in love with it and brighten my full mood. Perfect! I couldn't take my eyes off the beauty right in front of me. Overtaken by pregnancy hormones, tears welled up in my eyes but I was quick to blink it back.

Even Amber was surprised. I looked at the book again and read out what was inscribed on it, "Flowers in a Strange Garden." This meant the lady was telling the truth. There was actually a garden in Eclipse pack, just not the regular one. I dropped the book and grabbed the box, observing the flowers. Their light red colored petals were absolutely beautiful. Little wonder they did beautiful things. There was no doubt that these were the Rain Flowers. I hoped they help bring back Miguel's memory. I took just one petal and hid it safely in my pocket.

It was also there; she got approached by her packs Alpha. Marigold was sitting at her usual spot in the back corner. She had a pile of faded old earthy-smelling books. Marigold had been pouring over the slowly receding book pile stacked on the gleamy table surface for hours. Unfortunately, the broad daylight did not reach inside the library. Instead, it was the hanging lights above her that lit the room in dust-swirled light. Murmurs and whispers floated above her head, twirling like music notes towards the high ceiling. They were indistinct conversations unable to be fully comprehended. Instead, the constant whizz from printers, keyboards taps mixed with the scratch of her pen on the paper

MARE I love you, too. MARE You haven’t answered me all day, and I know you’re busy getting ready for the fall. Send me a picture of you all sweaty from working outside. Don’t be shy, get that marigold in there. 😉 CADE I’ll send you a picture of whatever you want, Goldie. But fair is fair. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours. MARE This book is officially halfway done! CADE Proud of you baby! I love you. MARE