The Lily Of The Valley Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

~VITTORIA~ “I think you’re misunderstanding, Miss Lilith Belluci. I honestly, like from the depth of the organ that pumps my blood, dislike you. Bitterly. Why do you always come here?” Yara, the most welcoming person I know said as she poked her head through the little open space of the door she held. I smiled at her, “Oh... If it isn’t Yara the angel whom the whole nation finds to be so kind and full of love. Imagine they finally find out you’ve been putting on a facade.” I said to her. “And your little princess business comes down to nothing.”

There were even artificial flowers made from jewelry that gleamed in splendor. Angela could barely take it all in. She ended up picking what was near her, which was a small bouquet of lilies of the valley and white tulips. "I think this one looks good. It's simple and elegant. I like it very much." The florist made a note of that before explaining the meaning behind the flowers. "Lilies of the valley are a symbol of joy, love, and happiness. This bouquet is designed to have exactly eight flowers as a symbol of everlasting love. Mrs. Fuller, I'm sure that you and Mr. Fuller will have a happy, everlasting marriage."

She’d rather have a hole in the head to be honest. Lily walked over to the small bookcase near her window and grabbed her pathology book, feeling as if she had fifty-pound weights on each shoulder. As if she didn’t have already enough to deal with, now she had to deal with a possessive love sick lycanthrope. If it could’ve been anyone other than James, she thought with a pout. Lily had read her textbook all the morning and well into the afternoon when someone knocked on her door. “Come in,” she called, not lifting her eyes from the page. When the door had closed again, she looked up to see it was James.

“You look so beautiful… it hurts.” I froze. “Valentino—” “My twin always gets the best things,” he said softly. There was something in his voice—resentment, longing, sadness? I couldn’t tell. He reached into his coat and pulled out a small, wrapped object. “Here.” I unwrapped it carefully. It was a worn book—brown leather cover, soft and creased like it had lived through storms. A lily carved in the center. I gasped. “Valentino…”

Lilly whispered, stepping closer, her face frozen in wonder. “Want to see the inside?” I asked, extending my hand. She looked at me uncertainly. “Are you serious? We can go in?” I nodded again, and she slipped her hand into mine without hesitation. The trust in her touch sent a pang of emotion through me. The moment we crossed the threshold, the temple seemed to awaken. Shadows shifted along the walls, and a subtle energy hummed in the air. The spirits inhabiting this place stirred—curious, almost welcoming. I wondered if they sensed the significance of Lilly’s presence.

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.

But I had to get away, to see you one last time before the KAT trio got away with it. The last thing I saw was Kelly throwing cigarettes next to Gerald's body. They must have been the ones she took from me the night the Vineyard church burned to the ground. I know I am going to be in trouble for this before the cops arrive. But please, Lily, know that I love you. Please believe me. -J. D

Amanda “Lovely,” I say out loud as I run my fingers over the fine lace runner covering the length of the formal dining table in the castle in Veiled Valley. “More flowers, I think. What do you think of lilies, perhaps?” A light breeze drifts around me before crystal vases full of lilies, snapdragons, and tulips of several different shades appear out of thin air and drop onto the table. The scent of the flowers is rich and sweet, like the spring air outside. Veiled Valley is beautiful in late spring. Warm and lush and glowing with pale green as I lift my gaze from the table to the massive windows and archways leading out onto the sweeping veranda.

I asked, trying to uncover every possible detail. “No one knows,” Lily replied. “Some say she died protecting the child, while others believe she’s still out there, keeping the child safe until the time is right for her to return.” I nodded at Lily, feeling a sudden need to be alone with my thoughts. "Can I be left alone for a bit?" I asked, my voice softer than usual. She nodded understandingly and quietly exited the library, leaving me in the serene silence of the room. Once she was gone, I eagerly reopened the book, my fingers trembling with anticipation. I flipped through the pages, hoping to piece together the fragmented story. The snippets of words and phrases I found were tantalizing,

she began, her voice filled with a familiar blend of excitement and nervousness, "I'm writing a book." My heart skipped a beat. A book about us? About the extraordinary circumstances that had brought us together? Ethan,sensing my surprise, squeezed my hand reassuringly. "A book, huh?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement. "Another family exposé?" Lily laughed, the sound echoing through the room. "Not exactly," she said, shaking her head. "It's not just about you two.It's about…" she paused, searching for the right words, "it's about unexpected love stories, about finding connection in the most unlikely places."