Ramona Flowers R34 Novels & Stories

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

So she needs to think of another way how she can get rid of that woman. Roda was about to follow her cousin and Tom when the casket's cover suddenly opened. Her eyes widen when she saw a vampire rising from inside the casket. Who would think that what her cousin leaned on earlier was a casket and worst a vampire is lying inside? Although the vampire is very good-looking because being handsome or beautiful is one of their characteristics he is still a vampire who mercilessly kills and drinks human blood to fulfill their thirst. Roda's body began trembling in fear. She wants to run but it seems her feet was glued to the floor. All she could do is to stare at the vampire who slowly opened his e

Bianca replied quietly. "There will be nothing more, Bianca," grumbled Emmanuelle. "Maybe there will, maybe there won't. Who knows? Under the magic of a Hymne à l'amour (Hymn to Love*) or La Vie en Rose (a Life in Pink*), you might fall in love with a bam, like a coup de foudre. You will realize that he is the man of your life and the future father of your children," she mocked openly. "Not everyone thinks of sleeping with a stranger on the first night, Bianca", Emmanuelle retorted.

“Now, princess, who are you?” “My name is Ramona. You can call me Mona. I’m supposed to be the Luna to the future Alpha King, but some horrible nobody came in and stole my title. I’m the right hand of the Alpha King’s son. And who are you, exactly?” She looked him up and down with a sneer. “My name is Ryan. I’m the Rogue Alpha, but you knew that part. These are my seers. They will perform the rite to ensure your integrity…well, your integrity as far as I’m concerned. Clearly, it’s lacking where your Alpha matters.”

"Sure, I'll inform the master." Master? She made him sound like some Duke in the eighteenth century. After the door closed behind the maid, Rella quickly put on a red evening gown with a sweetheart neckline framing her ample curves and stopping just above her knees. She walked past the french doors to the balcony, her heart swelling at the arrangement. Gingerly, Rella reached out and took hold of the rose by its stem bringing it to her nose she closed her eyes and inhaled the scent a ghost of a smile touching her lips. Ryan never gave her flowers or anything romantic like that.

Domini hunkered down next to her. “They get easier.” When Keely tried to smile, she hissed in a breath and blood trickled out of her mouth. “Damn. I’m getting to old for this shit.” The room buzzed with confusion and excitement. Ramona ambled over, a shit-eating grin on her face, still looking as if she’d just stepped out of a western fashion magazine. Not a wrinkle on her clothes, not an auburn curl out of place. Her brown eyes sparkled with victory. “You okay, cuz?”

“I can't believe you let her drag you here to insult us.” Uninterested, I raked my eyes over her, sighing grimly. More Volkes. More opposition. The same old ballad being reincarnated again and again. I can’t catch a break. Feeling uncomfortable in their company, I intertwined my fingers on my lap to cope with the unease. Seeping out hateful energy, Ramonda was in her twenties with rosewood brown hair in a French bun. She wore a lovely dark green, ruched faux-wrap dress.

She puffs out her breath and walks out. I run my fingers through my hair as Trigger comes running in, wagging his tail. He tilts his head to the side and sticks his tongue out. " Don't do that, trig. She's fucking crazy." I run my palm down my face. " I'm leaving." I turn around to look at Ramona. She's changed and now wears a red one strap dress that's really short. She knew I can't fucking resist Red. Like always, she's here to seduce me and fucking manipulate.

I feel like strangling him to death. "Listen to me, Mila-" "It's Camilla! We are not friends!" "Fine, Camilla," he huffs. "About last night -" He suddenly goes quiet, looking at something behind me. I turn to look and I see a man selling flowers walking towards us. Ramon walks towards him and purchases a bouquet of red and white roses. He does the unthinkable. He hands the flowers to me and says huskily, "I am sorry, okay. Just let it go already. I didn't mean to-"

Kamrynn’s POV That night, I dream of Rmonica, and it’s one of the strangest, most vivid dreams I’ve ever had. I see her standing in a beautiful, sprawling garden, surrounded by vibrant, colorful flowers. She moves gracefully from one bed of flowers to another, smiling as she gently tends to each bloom, touching each petal as if it were precious. Her hands are tender, her face calm and content, filled with the joy of caring for something she loves.