Primrose Carol Stream Novels & Stories

Maybe being near that place, which seemed to be a waterfall or a stream, made it smell like it went away by the current. When she reached where the sound of the water came out, Artemisia saw a stream so blue and at once crystalclear and greenish. The moss covered any and all the stone that was nearby, the plants were greener and the trees seemed to be stronger. In short, it was absolutely beautiful. Perhaps it was her property too, Artemisia could swear that while signing all the paperwork, someone told her that all the moro and a little more she owned the 'Carmesim'. Probably that was in her name, too.

The piece of wood passed through this skein and fell at her feet, and the water followed it, falling as a cataract that sprayed her legs and soaked her dress. Rather than jump back, Primrose went to her knees, the water on the sodden carpet pooling beneath her as she reached for the plaque. More green flames flickered from her fingers and a great light erupted as flame and wood connected. The light blossomed and Primrose’s mouth opened wide as she squeezed her eyes shut.

That was all I heard and a silhouette walking away, I had to rush to catch up with her, her stoic facial expression told me I had rubbed wrongly on her already, moving closer to her I couldn't help but shrink. She screamed elegance and sophistication! The tantalizing fragrance of her cologne, a lustrous gleaming hair, her fancy coloured outfit, classy accessories and poise was totally intimidating. I know better than to try to compete with a perfect diva like her. “My name is Primrose Carris, if you are going to be working with me, I need to know you are smart.”

Our powers braid tighter, faster, cleaner. Moonfire. Stormlight. Gold. We don’t vanish. We align. And the forming goddess pulses with a new heartbeat hers. No. Ours.

Of course I wanted his number then I replied, "What is your name?" I sat my phone down so I could dry off and get dressed. Then like clock work another ping from I*******m. He asked, "What is your name beautiful?" I began to blush then replied. "My name is Elisabeth Rose Freeman ,but everyone calls me Beth", I messaged back. He then replied, "Vladius Lee Sinclair, nice to meet you Beth". I then in return sent my number to him. I finished getting ready for the day. I was planning on cleaning up my dorm room.

Primrose obediently sat in the car and waited for Joel to help her out of the passenger seat, then gently pulled her out. "Goodbye, good night." Primrose waved casually and was about to leave when she unexpectedly found herself enveloped in a warm embrace. Joel's strong arms wrapped around her waist, and the familiar scent of his masculine cologne mixed with a hint of mint wafted into her nose, making her feel a little numb.

It meant that if she succeeded in getting to the river, she would end up in the Azure clan in some good hours. Paying awareness to the sound of flowing water, she headed in that direction. As she progressed, the roars of Leopards got muffled, vanishing into the woods and the burbling of that stream got louder and louder accompanied by some pitter-patter, which indicated that it was drizzling. But facing the stream, Carol came across not only the speedy water that had all the powers to take her life even more mercilessly than a leopard could have but also a strong downpour making it even more difficult.