Ramona Flowers Novels & Stories

She smelled of wolf. Full wolf, not the suppressed register I was projecting behind the Switch, not the dampened human-baseline signal I was broadcasting as Lyanna Black. The real thing, clean and particular, the scent of a bloodline with depth in it, the specific compound of someone high-born and aware of it and comfortable with the awareness. My Silver Dawn receptors catalogued it automatically. High rank. Not the highest in this compound, but high enough to move through it with the proprietary ease she was currently demonstrating. I kept my face exactly where it was and did not let the cataloguing show.

the woman replied with confidence. “Ma'am, can you tell me more about the white rose, I mean, I didn't even know they existed.” “Oh, you're are only familiar with the red ones. Well, all I can say about the white rose is, it's beautiful, extremely rare, and expensive. One of a kind, if I may say.

"Great grandpa, look at these beautiful flowers!" Nicole saw the flowers in Lana's hand. Her lips twitched slightly. Those were rare peonies, and it was extremely hard to cultivate them in San Joto, yet Lana had just plucked them like this! "Lana..." Nicole wanted to explain the significance of these flowers to Lana and educate her not to do this again. However, Mr. Riddle Sr. spoke before her. "These flowers are truly beautiful, Lana. Do you like them?" he asked. "Yes!" Lana nodded vigorously and looked at the flowers with a big smile.

Syagrus romanzoffiana. Adara smiled. “It has romance in the name.” “Appropriate for such beauty. It was named after the Russian foreign minister.” I saw their attention wane as I continued, giving too many details. I think Fawna suppressed a yawn. The girls didn’t seem interested, but they listened politely as we moved from one plant to another, the rhododendrons, the primroses, the Mandevilla, the sunflowers. . . . They perked up when we came to my aconite plants. There they were, blooming in purple glory. The little sign stuck in the ground told the various names for the plants:

The latter responded to her smile with a wider ones, “It’s quite simpler than it looked. You only need to pour water late at night. It doesn’t need to be a lot. Contrary to other flowers, these carnage only need flower that is poured when the sky is dark.” “I see,” hummed Rose looking at the flower. Noticing the flower pot, she stared at the carving around it. The ceramic pot stood out more to Rose as though the main sight was not the gentle carnage flower but the pot. “They are a very strong flower, I am certain you can take care of it,” Iris whispered, smiling as she stared down at the white flowers darkly. Meanwhile inside the mansion, Dominic was shown by his grandparents the portrait of

My name is Alexandria Rivers. I am 17 years old. I am the daughter of Joyce & Edward Rivers, Beta's to Alpha Brian Jackson of the Green Wood pack. My brother, Tyler Rivers, is best friends with the future Alpha Mason Jackson, and also next in line to become Beta. Alpha Brian and Luna Samantha have always been very kind to me. Mason and I began dating in middle school, and Luna Samantha has been teaching me how to be a Luna, in case Mason and I are mates. I finally get to shift and find my mate in 1 week. I'm really hoping Mason is my mate. My mother says that with the mate bond, you can feel what she described as "Sparks" when you touch your mate. Mason and I have both noticed a tingling sen

Rayne’s POV “Good morning Luna!” an omega greeted me which was followed by a stream of greetings from two other omega's who were working in the Pack House garden. I waved at them and managed a smile as I walked deeper into the garden, taking in the beautiful flowers and their vibrant colors. The garden had about ten different flowers in it ranging from Roses, Iris, sunflowers, Lavender and a whole lot more just to give it that vibrant feel. This was my personal space so I took so much effort in planting the flowers, as this was the only thing Reynold allowed me to have. My face fell at the thought of Reynold

After Ryan left yesterday, I spent the entire day drawing and labeling each ingredient we’ll need for the antidote, including the rare flower the healers told me is probably gone forever. While researching the Moonlight Fire Lily, I found that it only blooms in full moonlight as well as only blooming in the wild. The image in Sarina’s plant species book was orange and red with hints of yellow at the tips of the petals, making it bright and hopefully easy to locate.

"Rina is a beautiful and adorable young girl. Who wouldn't like her?" "Good." My father smiled even brighter. He took the white chrysanthemums, which were mainly seen at funerals, from his assistant. "Well, how about if I sent you to her?" "Huh? What?" Brenda was taken aback to see the flowers. The guests were aghast as well. Meanwhile, my father's assistant led a few people to bring in huge reddish-brown flower pots. The strong stench of blood made some of the guests retch.

it was looking beautiful. " Nina... Luca... thank you so much... it is looking beautiful... especially the flowers...... candles... beautiful!" I said and Luca smiled. "I have told Romano to use flower petals on your date table as well but he said he only love one flower and that is blue roses and he doesn't want to ruin the flowers like that. Let me tell you... That man loves blue roses more than he does for many human beings. We have full garden of it but he will never pluck even one out of them" And I was shocked. A man like him... can actually care about flowers? But he gave me a blue rose... What does that mean? If he doesn't like to pluck them then why did he give me one? Did he just d