Spring's Promise Camellia Mga Nobela at Kwento

She knelt down in front of Camela, dried her tears with her cream colour looking sweater, cupping her face into her hands. "As long as I am alive, I promise I won't let you díe young without fulfilling al those dreams of yours or watch you die in the hand's of my son Leo. Okay?, it's a promise between you and I" Camela smiled and looked up into her eyes, engulfing her into a warm hug. Madam Ann smiled back, patting her back "Do you want to seal that promise?" "Yes" Camela responded breaking the hug, they both brought out their tiniest fingers, locking them together before sealing it with their thumbs. Camela smiled at her childish look, madam Ann smiled brushing Camela hairs back in a ponyta

“Honey, sasanqua camellias and Japanese camellias are actually sister flowers from the same genus. They do look rather similar to each other, so it’s quite easy for someone to mistake one for the other. It’s only October, and the sasanqua camellias haven’t bloomed yet.” “Oh, is that so?” Daisie lowered her head. It seemed that she was mistaken. Colton patted her shoulder, proudly waiting to be praised. “Daisie, you now understand that I’m omniscient, do you?” Daisie glared at him. “Shameless boy.” “How can I be shameless? I’m your dearest brother!” Colton stood with his arms akimbo. ‘Everybody else’s sisters are usually adorable princesses. Why is mine always mocking and scolding me?’

"This is my garden. Our garden. Built on the promise you made. I waited here. I followed the rules here. I smiled here. And now, you will join me." The fountain's water turned dark, red flowing through it like veins. The roses twisted higher, curling around the stone paths and reaching toward Camela and Vincent. Vincent pulled her close, his voice fierce. “We are not staying. We are not yours.” The bride let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "You don’t get to decide, Vincent. She does. And she has already promised me everything." The roses wrapped tightly around Camela’s ankles, pulling her down. She gasped and gripped Vincent’s hand tighter.

"Cameron, you're worried about the wrong thing. Obviously, he can give me what I need and you couldn't. I don't text you back because I'm not interested, not single, and you're a fuckboy. Trust me when I tell you your dick game ain't all that compared to what I'm getting now, so it's best that you cut your losses and move around." You would've thought that would've deflated any man's ego and sent him running with his tail between his legs, but not Cameron. "You and I both know that's a damn lie. I used to have you climbing the walls, but that's fine, you'll be back. Then we can recreate Valentine's," he said with a wink. "I won't keep you any longer. I'll be seeing you at Spring Break," he p

The couple entered into the car and headed for their reception venue. “did you like?” Roman asked, looking down at Camila who was tucked in beside him. “no I didn’t like it… I loved it” Roman breathed a sigh of relief “don’t tell me you were worried” Roman shrugged “no I wasn’t”. “sure” Camila drawled with an eye roll. They got down at the reception and headed in to change. Camila changed into a golden dress with a long slit at the front and off shoulder sleeves. She undid her bun and designed it with white and gold flowers. The reception was already in full swing by the time she and Roman walked in. Her brothers were having a field day, telling jokes, embarrassing stories and fighting over

" I promise " The ixoras had started to bloom, they lined the edges of the road, elegantly showcasing a blend of yellow and red, but one look could disclose the last time they had a good trim, there weren't gardeners, this wasn't a garden, there were other flowers, hibiscuses, Christ thorn, some fresh, others wilted, the flowers grew amongst each other, struggling for space.

The borrowed clothes hung loosely on her frame, but when Promise stepped onto the mark, something shifted. She remembered her reflection in the village stream, the girl who had whispered, One day, it will be me. She remembered Mama smashing the calabash, Daniel’s quiet faith, the faces of the girls at the stream who had whispered dreams. She straightened her spine, lifted her chin, and walked as if the cracked studio floor were a global runway. The camera clicked. Again and again. The photographer muttered, “Hmm. Raw. But… interesting.” Promise did not need his praise. She already knew.

she said, and I groaned. “Your highness, it is an honor to meet you,” Camila bowed. I could see the clevege of her breast, and I almost threw up in my mouth. “You can rise,” I said to her immediately. “What can I do for you, Camila?” I asked her, but my mother spoke instead. “Lord Lycan Adidas has offered Camila's hand in marriage to you. To keep our future Lycan blood, pure,” she said, and I scoffed.

' she said, trying to understand the reason for such hatred. 'I do not just like you more than her, I don't like her at all but I love you with all my heart', she said. Then looking intently at Camellia she said, 'It's time!' 'Time for what?' Camellia asked, really confused now. 'Before I say anything to you, you must promise not to breath a word of this to anyone else, not even to your brothers and definitely not to Alexa!' she said , looking earnestly at her daughter.

When he held her hand and put a loving look on her face, he asked, "When will you meet the little bird again?" Her heart sank at that question; she hated to be reminded when they said goodbye to each other, "We will meet soon," she smiled, "I promise, love." "Promises don't always mean anything, Emily," he sighed as she turned away from him. "Please tell me that this time you really will." She nodded, "I promise..." "Emily, are you okay?" she again heard Esen's voice. She looked again at the closed door and turned her face towards him, "I promise we will meet again very soon. But right now, I am on duty. And I have come to meet you on the pretext of stomach pain."