Periwinkle Characters Novels & Stories

Periwinkle made the unexpected announcement. Now, I would prefer Lia's partner over mine. Despite his habit of doing disgusting things like picking snorts out of his nose, I would still prefer him over Vesper. I could feel the anger radiating off him, even though I hadn't done anything to provoke it. It seemed like the mere sight of me made him furious. Perhaps he would erase me from existence if given the chance without hesitation. Clutching the paper tightly and awaiting instructions from Mrs. Periwinkle, I stole a glance at him from the corner of my eyes. He stood close to a boy with very dark hair—midnight black—and obsidian eyes.

Then she quickly turned and left before I could respond. "Grasses?" I mumbled, thinking that we didn't have grasses in the garden as it was well taken care of our omegas. 'Wait, is he referring to--' My eyes widened as I realized that Blaze must be referring to the periwinkle flowers in the garden. 'No, it can't be.' I exclaimed in my mind as I rushed to the garden. Periwinkle was my mom's favorite flower because it was my dad's love offering for her. So my dad planted the different colors of it in our garden near the fences in memory of my mom.

Just as Liam reaches the top of the stairs going to the castle's main entrance, the doors burst open and my wolves peer excitedly through my eyes. There he was, standing in all his glory, none other than my mate, Silas. His eyes land on mine and anger flashes through them. My face falls. My heart squeezes painfully even more when a woman appears by his side, linking her arm with Silas as they step out together. Not just any woman. But one of the candidates, Perriwinkle. "Why is she here?" Silas growls, looking displeased. I move my gaze to Perriwinkle, who looks like she couldn't care less about my return.

Giving the boy her attention, Rose introduced herself; “thank you for helping me get a better view young sir, I do love watching! My name is Rose Duncaster, heiress to this manor.” “Pleasure miss, my pa is about to compete in the sword play. We just moved here from Wales, my name is Percival but everyone just calls me Percy.” Shaking his hand as her da taught her to, not too firm but not soft and flimsy either… she caught herself gazing into his gorgeous eyes, they were the brightest blue she’d ever seen, and her ma’s eyes were pretty spectacularly blue as well. Then the spell was broken with the clanging of metal and the entertainment had begun.

When had I learned to lie with so much sarcasm? The news took the woman aback, one hand pressing to her creased bosom, lips forming a puckered "O" of horror. "You terrible, terrible child," she said. "Terrible," Elegance Faster agreed, thin body towering over even the Enforcers. She made me think of the Sidhe and the Unseelie all over again. Sad, but she'd probably fit in, no problem. Periwinkle Rhodes bounced her round self between Mom and Gertrude, a bright pink, monogramed handkerchief waving in front of her nose, tiny glasses sliding to perch near the round ball end. "What have you done?"