Natasha Flower Novels & Stories

Suddenly, Miren's voice transformed into a song about the manipulation of the soul and the destruction of life. "The most gentle and lovely people in the world are responsible for creating the stunning irises that are known as the flowers of death. This intoxicating and alluring aroma is wrapping its arms around your broken heart. Those with feeble and pitiful hearts are looking for support for their unsteady hearts wherever they can find it. The blood that is currently flowing through you is beginning to heat up gradually. The moans of the dying are trying to bring your attention back to the reality of the situation. This harsh reality world no longer has anything that can stop you from mov

Ethan As Nathaniel and Liam’s kiss ended, they leaned into each other, their foreheads touching, lost in the intimate silence of their love. The clearing was filled with the sounds of cheering, laughter, and celebration, but at that moment, it felt like time stood still for them. I moved forward, ready to embrace my best friend and share his joy, but the atmosphere suddenly shifted. A loud scream pierced the air, shattering the peaceful moment. I whipped around and saw Rose on her knees, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, her face contorted in pain. Fear gripped me, my heart pounding as I sprinted toward her. By the time I reached her, she had collapsed, unconscious, her body limp in m

“Don’t you want it to be perfect, to be worth the wait?” I wouldn’t have minded waiting forever. “Sure,” I gritted out instead. Natasha beamed and leaned in, kissing my cheek. Her vanilla scent invaded my nostrils and I fought the urge to recoil. Her scent was so different from the wildflower scent that drove me crazy. This one just made me sick. “Okay.” Natasha stood up. “I’ll go try on some more, okay?” “Knock yourself out,” I mumbled. And that’s how we spent two more hours, during which Natasha tried on three more dresses, and I cared less and less as she changed.

She smelled of wolf. Full wolf, not the suppressed register I was projecting behind the Switch, not the dampened human-baseline signal I was broadcasting as Lyanna Black. The real thing, clean and particular, the scent of a bloodline with depth in it, the specific compound of someone high-born and aware of it and comfortable with the awareness. My Silver Dawn receptors catalogued it automatically. High rank. Not the highest in this compound, but high enough to move through it with the proprietary ease she was currently demonstrating. I kept my face exactly where it was and did not let the cataloguing show.

"M-marigold, I—" "Don't talk, Ella!" I cut her off. Now I felt tears running down my cheeks. But I wiped it like what a brave woman does. We both went to a peaceful place just inside the campus. We sat at the bench and looked at the beautiful scenery just infront of us. A garden full of beautiful flowers. I can even smell their scents. How I wish I was just a flower. Doing nothing but just sway and impress humans by its captivating physical appearance and addicting smell. Even if I'm just the only flower in a certain area, I wouldn't feel lonely because I don't have emotions just like a human have. "I'm sorry, Marigold. But I think Neil is right. I should stay away from everyone." She sadly

"Yea? It's a lily? What about it?" My answer made him snicker as he turned his head in my direction. "It's not a lily. It's called Elnea. It's a flower tended to by the flora fairies that used to follow Eleanor's orders. The sword was what Eleanor knew how to use the best. Eleanor smells like Elnea." So, the flowery scent I smell on Eleanor is Elnea? "So, it has nothing to do with your glory?"

Natasha said and then went ahead to text Naomi, "hey Naomi, Pavel kidnapped me. He's forcing me to marry him, he's currently taking me to sign the marriage certificate, once I do, I'll be trapped for life. Please find a way to save me." Naomi's response came a few seconds later, "oh my days! I've tried your number several times but was unable to reach you. It's no wonder I've been seeing some strange faces stalking me whenever I go out. Where are you at the moment?" Natasha immediately responded with a link to her life location, "received. I'm on it."

Noah closed his eyes and turned his head back to Claire, who was watching him while breathing heavily. "Yes, you did. Thanks for making me remember, Mr Noah Carter." She smiled bitterly with teary eyes. Noah sealed his lips in a thin line as he failed to find any words in his defence. He went overboard, and no matter what he said, nothing would counter the intensity of hatred in her eyes, which was directed at him.

“You’re right, Dominique. I am being a bastard about this because my grief over Rose is what kept me looking for her soul over the years.” “No, you aren’t. It’s just that you have waited a long time for me, and I am still not completely with you. I understand it all now. I need to move on, but I honestly don’t know how to do that.” “It happens over time and is not something I should be pushing for.” “I’ll let you in on a secret, Nathaniel. I don’t know if Tim or Alpha is in this stone, but they have told me to break it and move on with my life more than once. This was always Tim’s plan for me.”

Rosette: You are a doctor, aren't you? Alexander: Well yeah, but that's for those on my payroll, my patients, and anyone one else who cares for the formality. And you're neither. Rosette: Interesting. Well if I'm neither, then which category do I fall into? Three dots appeared to show he was typing before they disappeared again, and I grew slightly nervous about what he'd say, especially when he was taking his time in answering. Finally though, his reply came. Alexander: You're a beautiful flower that I'm starting to really like.