Novel Paradise Garden Novels & Stories

******* I was greatly surprised when I reached the pack and I found out that Clara and Nicholas were cuddling each other in the garden. They even finished having a picnic and we're both flipping through the pages of a magazine. I was shocked. I just stood by the entrance of the garden, watching them with a shocked face. The entrance of the garden was like a little gate. It had trees that were sheared into a fence lined up all around the garden, then the gate of a garden had a golden open gate that was lined with peonies and red roses, my favorite. When Nicholas sighted me, he stopped what he was doing and sat upright. He quickly untangled his hands from Clara's body.

~ Lumiére's POV ~ The garden was a serene oasis, a secluded haven within the confines of the sprawling mansion. The tranquility of the space was expected, given that it was a closed off area of the house, accessible only to a select few. The meticulous care bestowed upon the garden was evident, with every flower in full bloom, exuding fragrances that tantalized the senses. For Lumiére, the garden served as a refuge, a place where he could gather his thoughts and clear his head after the endless meetings that seemed to plague his every waking moment.

Few days later, The garden was fully renovated and prince Alex and his servant went into the garden, It was so beautiful with newly germinating flowers, A small sauna house and a large swimming pool, A swing, and also a pond for beautiful fishes, The garden was fenced all through and a very nice place to spend time, It feels so great seeing different beautiful flowers which would make things more romantic for him, And he hopes Evari would accept him. "Now, This garden was abandoned and no one even comes here, It was said that maids who even dared to only sneak a snippet of this garden were jailed, and some that tried to enter were executed, and it is wildly knows as a forbidden garden, Even

“What is the matter?” “It…this is different than I imagined.” “How so?” he questioned. “The books in Eden made the prisons seem like actual prisons with cages, but this is like a laboratory.” “I don’t understand why you’re shocked. I told you exactly what goes on in this place last night.” “Wait,” I said breathlessly. “Is that…is that–” “Yes, that is the man that would’ve claimed you if I hadn’t stepped in. It’s a beautiful sight, isn’t it?”

The rain, hormones, music, and emotions were overwhelming for us both as we gave into our desires and exploded in sync. But this wasn’t about sex, we were sealing a bond. He looked at me like I was a treasure he didn’t believe he’d found. A tear appeared in his eye, as he rubbed his hands up and down my back. I felt bad. I had no idea what he had been through but he was hurting. I pulled him back in and held him. I had my face in his chest and I could hear him saying thank you God over and over. When he said it the last time, my mind immediately woke up. Thoughts of the stories my parents told me of having the extra rib of my Adam popped into my mind. It couldn’t be, that wasn’t true. We are

At least there, I can have peace. When I arrived at the garden, I felt the peace hugging me. 'Finally.' Away from those stabbing gazes, away from that annoying expression of Rosine, away from that indifferent male lead. Amongst the books I brought with me, there's one with an inconspicuous book with a simple red cover. "From One Space to Another" is the title of the book. It is a romance story about a girl who can teleport from one place to another and a boy who was from another parallel universe.

he offered me his hands. I nodded and he took my hands himself. And for a miraculous moment, I was outside the mansion. The fresh air kissed my skin sweetly. He let go of my hands and smiled. “Do what you want.” He sat at the garden porch and watched me roam freely. The green foliage of beautiful trees littered the vast backyard garden. Exotic and local flowers dotted every space in an elaborate pattern. On the freer patch of spacious land, I ran freely with the wind. It felt like paradise.

He stood beside Dante and looked at the garden — the three-year garden, the accumulated version, the thing they'd built with daily attention and the specific patience that was simply how they were. "The third novel is at seventy-eight thousand words," Elian said. "Yes," Dante said. "The fourth act is done. The resolution is—" He paused. "I can see it. From where I am. The ending." "What is it?" Dante said. Elian looked at the garden. He looked at the cork trees. He looked at the Atlantic, visible from where they stood, the October Atlantic doing its patient, structural, clear self.

“You make it easy to choose well.” Below them, the garden stirred in the evening breeze, jasmine blossoms releasing their sweet perfume. Inside the manor, hammers fell silent, tools were laid aside, and the sanctuary rested, holding the promise of tomorrow’s labor. Around them, the world continued its turning—Port Seraphina thriving under the Trust, Isolde overseeing the estate’s transformation, Linnea crafting spaces where broken children might heal.

he pulled bark, somewhat alarmed by the tone of her voice. "if you don't believe me, I have details of extra terrestrial and supernatural sightings..you could read my books...the London bridge, its a fake! its no support group, its Lucifer grooming the anti Christ...Adulfs the child of light who must stop her...but I see no star any more. she succeeded in giving him the mark...his borne a new gene. they feed now on his brain and direct him what to do." the parasites, Montoya thought. he speaks about the parasites. goddamn it, he couldn't be lieing.