Silk Daffodil Novels & Stories

I know that they know something and I must know what it was. Sir Shiloh looks at Sir Aziel who seems frustrated at the situation. What is happening? Why can't they tell me where the hell is Calliope? I remember what Calliope told me when I handed her the hair tie with a daffodil design. ‘No matter what you asked of the daffodils, it will still wait until the spring to bloom. Daffodils that come before the swallow dares, and take the winds of march are a beauty.’

She sniffed, her confront tilting toward to the pink blossoms, a sharp breath of giggling getting away as her grin returned, presently more brilliant than ever. “Color…” she scratched, measuring a hand over her mouth. “They work?” She chuckled once more, the sound suppressed against her fingers, at that point sniffled, both hands presently covering her mouth as she strolled closer to the trees where a fix of daffodils sprouted. She brought down to one knee and gradually touched the center tube of the flower. “This… This is…” She snickered and shook her head. “I don’t know what this is.” He ventured closer to the blooms to see what had caught her eye. “Orange. The rest is yellow.”

"Camilla, it's barely past dawn. What are you talking about? What is that?" "Your saving grace," she said, zipping open the bag with a sharp slice. The fabric that spilled out took the breath right out of my lungs. It was a magnificent, flowing formal dress made of the heaviest, most luxurious midnight-blue silk I had ever seen. The material was unreal; it caught the light, shifting from a deep indigo to a dangerous, icy silver every time Camilla moved it. The neckline was sharp and modern, and the skirt fell in thick pools that looked like the night sky turned into liquid cloth.

I walked to the coat closet where the rest of her outfit waited and removed the cape I’d left hanging there. “Oh my, it’s beautiful.” I draped the ermine coat around her shoulders and stood back to look. The padded silk cape had been died to match her gown in daffodil yellow, while the white ermine border glistened beneath the light of the chandelier. “I’ve never seen anything like this.” She ran her hands over the fur in awe.

"Alexander, if what you say is true, then I need proof. I need concrete evidence that you are who you claim to be. Show me that you're not just a powerful man with a hidden agenda." Alexander's eyes gleamed with renewed determination. "I understand your skepticism, Amelia. And I respect that you want evidence before making such a life-altering decision. I am ready to provide you with the proof you seek." He walked to his desk and retrieved a black velvet box, elegantly adorned with intricate gold trimmings. With a slow, deliberate movement, he opened the box, revealing a stack of legal documents. He handed them to Amelia, who scanned through the pages, her eyes widening with each revelation.

She watched as Sarah held it upright, the fabric pooled on the floor. It was a deep violet color, shades darker than her eyes. The ruffles were layered in slightly different shades from each other, making it seem as if the dress was changing colors as it caught the light from the chandeliers. Diamond’s dust scattered on the end of each ruffle adding to its shimmer. It was underlined with a floral base, appearing where the ruffles parted on the front. The bodice would reveal her shoulders and arm, it connected to the collar with seamless chiffon.

The flower fed, and it gave, and the transaction was neither gentle nor kind. When the light finally faded, the slip hung in the air before me. Not white anymore — deep purple silk like a gypsy dancer, made of purple rose petals that shifted and caught the light like liquid amethyst. The silver veil had become a crown of torn silk that floated rather than fell, its edges trailing violet mist. The gloves were a second skin, runes pulsing faintly at the cuffs in the same bruised purple as the gown. Not beautiful. Not pretty. Something else.

Control. This was my domain. I wore the floral collar Ofelia had bribed me into with a piece of grilled chicken. Daisies. A touch of lavender. Something pale and pink I couldn’t identify, but it didn’t offend me. It sat lightly against my fur, and I tolerated it because it matched the mood. And because I looked good in it. Obviously.

Sarang applauded, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “Congratulations.” Nathan’s smile widened, and he reached behind his back, revealing a bouquet of daffodils. The soft, fresh scent of the flowers filled the air, their petals a bright, welcoming yellow. Sarang took the bouquet, lifting it to his nose and inhaling deeply. “Nathan, thank you for the flowers, but we have daffodils in abundance. I have no more space to plant them.”

The chirping voice of my best friend pours in my ears and is followed by her hugging me from behind and resting her chin on top of my head. "Ouch, Nancy! Your chin is stabbing in my scalp!" "Oh, come on! I'm just showing you my love and never-ending support!" "Well, your never-ending support is scratching a hole in my head." "Can you shut up and smile?" Nancy pulls her phone out of her back pocket and points it in front of my face. "Say 'selfieee'! " The bright light of Nancy's front camera sharply blinks in my face, almost blinding me. Who takes a selfie with the light on during daytime?!