Silk Daffodil Novels & Stories

"Thank you Harren ." The dress was one of the owner's best creation . It was pure white with a high neck with a necklace decorating around the collar bone . It shows her waist line perfectly and after that it opens up at her knees and has a tail attached to it which pretty long . It's full sleeves are made out of thin transparent fabric which shows her long arm perfectly and it goes well with her figure . The dress is made out of silk and other fine fabrics which is hand stiched to create a flower garden going down upto the tail by the designer herself . The dress glows at the sunlight making Seilin the prettiest bride in Harren' eyes . "I'm glad it is to your liking my Lord ."

Dahlia slowly stepped forward on shaking legs and slowly went on her knees, tears ran down her face as she pleaded with Silas, “Please don’t do this. Take away anything but not this, I’m begging you.” Silas looked her straight in the eye and said, “Joyce Anderson’s painting is titled Silent Reverie,” he began. “Oil on linen. The base palette is ultramarine, burnt sienna, and raw umber. “Silas, please. If you ever cared even an ounce about me, please don't do this.” Dahlia pleaded. But Silas wasn’t listening; he simply went on and continued, “The central subject is a field of pale blue irises under a silver sky.”

“But you can confirm if I’m right. Or yeah! You can nod or shake your head. That way, you’ve not said anything.” I laughed. Sandra was such a clown. “I guess I can do that.” “So, you signed a nondisclosure?” I nodded. “You have to pretend to be his fiancée in return for money?” I nodded again. “One month?” I shook my head. Sandra tried again. “Two? Three? Six?”

I smiled and nodded, looking at all the amazing lingerie that decorated the store. "Something for the king?" The vampire asked with a smirk. I shook my head and nodded towards Daffodil. "Nope, my friend here wants something for her boyfriend." The vampire looked surprised to hear this. She looked Daffodil up and down before clearing her throat. "Oh, we have a great spring collection with the colors green, yellow, and pink. What type of fairy is your boyfriend?" Daffodil blushed, "He's actually a demon hybrid."

“Then why bring me?” “Because readiness is built in rooms like that.” I stared at the invitation again. “I don’t even own a gown.” “I’ve arranged one.” Of course he had. The dress arrived that afternoon. Deep midnight blue. Structured but fluid. Elegant without trying too hard. Too elegant. I stood in the apartment bedroom staring at myself in it for a long time. The fabric hugged me in a way that felt exposing. Not inappropriate. Just revealing of shape I had never highlighted before. My hair fell in loose waves down my back. My skin looked warmer against the dark fabric.

When it comes down to thinking about Love, people get confused. I am taking the dance shoes you bought once from me. I am taking a few more things with me which will remain with me forever. In return I have nothing to give you except some painful memories from my end. But I grew a small bunch of Daffodils down there at the side of the lawn these days. Take care of them as they were my favourite. You know Daffodil means rebirth or hope. They struggle through the winter to come in Spring in order to decorate our nature with its colour of happiness.

Seeing his beautiful lover being fawned upon by professionals only heightens Damon's desire, picturing how devastatingly attractive Eli will look dolled up for their special night out. Pierre holds up a shimmering silk shirt in a deep, rich emerald hue, the color nearly identical to Damon's mesmerizing eyes. "Behold! This exquisite garment will hug Eli's frame like a second skin, making him the center of every envious stare tonight," he proclaims dramatically Turning to Eli, Pierre starts undoing the buttons of his current top.

"It's fabulous! I don't have words to describe it, Lily. You have outdone yourself." It's a violet silk dress layered over a white silk slip that shows through at the neckline with bell-sleeves that hung a bit lower than the usual style. A tiny silver threading with studs was used for detailing around the waist, glittering to create the most beautiful effect. "Oh please!" She blushed. "Why don't you try it on?" "I would love to!" My eyes wouldn't stop taking in the material, nearly tripping when I carried it into the stall to change.

Both she and Darien were eager to hear what Silva had to say about her sister. As Jake carried her upstairs, she took in the numerous images of mountain wildflowers that were displayed on the walls. Gorgeous, vibrant, and vivid: golden mountain dandelions, pink milkweed that resembles starbursts, purple thistle, and lavender columbine poking out from the base of an alpine grove. “Who took these pictures?” Jake’s gloomy face lightened a bit. “Me.”

she comments, stepping back to admire her work. Diana, the wise elder with an uncanny knack for calming nerves, cradles a bouquet of blue irises, white roses, and hints of baby's breath, signifying faith, purity, and everlasting love, respectively. Her wise eyes meet mine, offering silent reassurance. Other she-wolves from the Blackfang pack are scattered around, some assisting with my gown, others setting up an assortment of floral arrangements and aromatic candles. The air is thick with the mingling scents of lavender, jasmine, and the earthy perfume of freshly cut roses.