Paper Flower Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Olivera's finger throbbed with pain as she stared at the small drop of blood on the page. The circle, now darkened with her blood, seemed to pulse with a life of its own. She pushed it away from her lap, and shifted to the other side. Her eyes widened in incredulity as white smoke began to rise from the book, curling and twisting in the air. The scent of lavender and rose filled the room, a soothing contrast to the sharp pain in her finger. She watched in awe and trepidation as the smoke began to form shapes, reacting as if it were alive.

There's a third hand on the board. I stand and walk toward the window, and I decide to lock them. Something about tonight makes me want every door and window closed. Then I see something, and stop. On my pillow, lying perfectly in the center of the white sheets, is a flower. A winter rose. No one in this world knows that, and I told only one person in my first life, and that flower grows hundreds of miles away from here. Yet somehow, it is lying on my pillow. I slowly reach for it, and I notice that a small strip of paper is tied around its stem.

"This is the first month you have not banished anyone from the pack since the beginning of the Labyrinth." "And," I say with a wave of my hands. "I am just surprised that's all," Raphael says shyly. Natalia words ring through my head again as I look at the balled up piece of paper that is sitting in my fireplace. Striking a match against the side of the fireplace I toss it into the fireplace and watch it slowly burn the piece of paper. "Raph," I say cautiously. "What do you think of the Labyrinth?" "Excuse me?" Raphael's eyes are wide with fear and that is all of the answer that I need.

I will give these to the neighbour's kids. Even though this is the cutest teddy bear with Auburn fur and blue eyes, and the these chocolates looked too tempting I still would not accept them. I sighed as I looked at the flowers, they looked fresh and they did not have any fault. I walked toward the dining table and put the flowers in the water glass pot. I can not forgive you, Evans. *** Hola readers! I hope you all enjoy the chapter. Toodles Yours lovely CeeCee

She was trying to unlock the page itself. “Julian, give me your hand!” she cried. “The Key needs a Soul to turn!” Julian didn’t hesitate. He grabbed her hand. His blue light merged with the fiery red of the key. An explosion of purple light blasted them both backwards. The white page didn’t break—it changed. Darkness still surrounded them, but thousands of glowing text lines filled the air, forming a huge spiderweb of sentences. “It’s the Table of Contents,” Julian whispered, wide-eyed. He reached out to touch a line: Chapter 12: The Hospital Garden. As his finger brushed it, a fresh flower scent drifted by.

Amnisty greeted them with a smile on her face making her cute chubby cheeks popped out. “Thank you,” Clandes replied cheerfully while Mauvais responded with a low voice. “Clandes.” All of them turned to Amavus who just went out of his room. He was bringing a book, My Journey Beyond My Imagination. The cover was removed. Clandes’ eyes widened and she came closer to him immediately to get the book but Amavus threw the book to the fireplace. “Honey!” Tina exclaimed, she didn’t know what was book all about.

It naturally suits him whatever this arrogant, jerk is wearing. "What do you want?" I asked annoyingly. It was like we were playing 'patintero' in the middle of the campus. He eagerly fished out something from his pocket. “Uhm... I want to give you something, ” he said. "What?" I couldn't help but look away from his flexing muscles. "Here..." He handed me a folded piece of paper. "A paper?" I asked a bit intrigued. "No. It's a flower. Because I'm courting you, so you’ll choose me instead of Fiore..."

Respectfully, Andreas Crimson COO of Palmer's Vision" And there were three buttons: I am interested, Maybe next time, I decline. I don't know why I got this lucky to have another chance, but I sure as hell will take it! After clicking on the left button, I close my laptop and go for a glass of water. When I turn and open the cupboard, I stop in my tracks. Slowly, I turn toward the front door. And this time, I don't hallucinate or imagine things. I step toward the door and then pause. I close my eyes, take a deep breath and open them again. It is still there. A purple rose lies at the door. A purple rose with a few outer petals colored in gold. And a thin piece of paper attached to it with a

Rose's POV "Where am I?" I thought as I looked around the strange room. I'm lying in bed in a king-sized bed. "You're awake," a man said. I sat on the bed and noticed a large man in his mid-twenties. His right eye was scarred. He approached me, and I moved away from him. "Stay away from me," I said, but he kept approaching. "You are mine," he said before attacking me. "Wake up, Flower."

With a determined leap, I jumped to break my mate’s fall against my body hoping she could land on my back. I mumbled helplessly, "I'm dead," as the aroma of vanilla and flowers bombarded my senses as my mate's hair caressed my face quickly. ---End of Chapter Five---