Paperwhite Lily Novels & Stories

Only when I sniffed and I didn't find any trace of something suspicious did I drink it. I collected more books and I sat at the table I used the day before, plunging myself into my research. My mind was filled with one thing. I hated when Caspian suffered and therefore I decided to do everything within my power to help him. That flower, Lily's Bloom, what if it held all the answers I was looking for? I searched the documentary for flowers and I saw it. LILY'S BLOOM. According to the book, Lily’s Bloom was a rare flower whispered about in healer’s lore. Its petals were long and narrow, curling at the tips like delicate ribbons, a pale silvery-white that seemed to shimmer under the moonlight.

Lily demanded breath ceasing on panic. “She was left in the interrogation room and by the time some police officers went back to try to get something out of her like they did before to no avail, they found her grimacing after being stabbed multiple times. The only thing that was found in the room apart from her was a piece of paper she held in her had saying ‘To the first, they see you’.” The policeman explained and sighed. “Can I see the paper?” Lily asked after she told them who she was. Lily glanced at the paper and noted that it was Miss Shelly’s handwriting although written a little hastily.

Lily’s face contorts into anger. “You’re so ungrateful! A lonely wolf who was kicked out of her own family has no right to even touch our company’s secret formula!” Lily screeches. She lunges towards me and tries to swipe the files out of my hand. I take a step back and hold the papers away, shaking my head at her. I reach into my pocket and slide a vial out. I hover it in front of their faces and wave it around. “This,” I take a step forward, “is a highly corrosive solution. A single drop of this will leave permanent scars.”

“But you can’t just tie me up here in this warehouse either!” “And who said I will just tie you up?” Lily said coldly. “You being alive will spoil my plans of getting married to him. And even if I succeed, you being alive will make it impossible for me to live happily with him.” “So… so what?” Ivy asked, fear filling her eyes. Lily looked at her, smiled faintly, then walked to one corner of the warehouse. She pulled out a big bottle of petrol and removed a lighter from her bag before walking back toward Ivy.

Even though she had not an idea of what she would do, still she didn't hesitate. "Can you shut your eyes for just a moment?" Shut her eyes? The replaying of the words in her head sent Lily's heart thumping hard against her chest. "Urh...sure...why not," Nervously, she squinted her eyes at first before finally shutting them. Slowly, Liam unfolded his hands from behind. A flashy red box wrapped with a white ribbon. A gentle pull at the ribbon got it unwrapped at once. He slipped out something out of the box and closed the distance between them.

Lily announced, a glint of amusement twinkling in her eyes as her lips curled up into a wide smile. “We? That's you, Cara and me?” I couldn't help but ask again as I pulled out a white long-sleeved silk dress spotted with gold coloured bows with lace at the helm of the medium length dress. “Of course. Mac also gave me his card.” Lily's hand slid into her purse to retrieve another credit card. “Just in case..” She added, waving the card in her hand as a bright smile spread across her face revealing her pearly white dentition.

She lifted her gown and hurried after him as she was filled with a child-like enthusiasm. Finally, they stopped in front of a different place. It eaf filled with lilies growing tall. They were all red. A sheer red that was brighter than the rest of the leaves. Lillith walked to one of the lilies and plucked before comparing it with the leaf in her hand. The lily had a glitter to it. She turned it under the light of the sunset and she caught several tiny glitters that shone around it. She looked up to see Leon staring at her. "Is this magic? Can you tell me about this?"

“Yes,” “That concludes for tonight,” “Yes,” Lily eventually turned toward them. “You wished to determine who would respond to the bell. You have seen who will respond. You desired to see who would hesitate. You have observed who will hesitate. Now all you must do is wait for the consequences.” The first figure moved their head. “Do you truly believe that we cannot distinguish between the two?” Lily took one step forward toward the table, slowly and methodically. She squished the papers flat—the neat handwriting—the minor mistakes due to seeing without comprehension—and mashed the papers together into a mess.

“And so are you.” She shook her head, a weary denial. “I’m not.” “Aren’t you?” He reached into his pocket. He didn’t pull out a phone or a note. He pulled out a small, clear specimen bag the kind from a science lab. Inside was a single, withered, pressed lily of the valley flower, its white bells brown with age. Her breath caught.

I put the suture kit away, wiped the table down, wrote the chart in my usual hand, and moved on to the next name on the list before I let myself think about it. By midmorning, I got a knock at the office door — one that landed about knee height. Lily, in a coat too big for her, a folded piece of paper held against her chest with both hands, like it might blow away. "I made you something." "Did you now." I set down my pen. "Come show me." She unfolded it on the desk, smoothing the creases flat with great seriousness. A blue wolf. A woman in a white coat. Their shoulders not quite touching. Her name ran too big across the corner, the last letter tumbling off the edge of the paper.