The White Lotus Novels & Stories

Owen replied and the two guys quickly look at him with curious eyes "But, it will be a little bit difficult" he add immediately not to put their hopes high "I don't care about how difficult it could be, just tell me the solution" Douglas beckons "Well is not that difficult, it can be possible if we find what we need. There is a black lotus that grows once in a century, it is so powerful and can do anything, like bringing a dead person back to life and many other things. It is rare to find and only one of it grows in a century"

Taking our eyes off the scenery, we turned around to look behind us. We saw a woman who looked no older than twenty-five dressed in a gorgeous white gown that touched the grass with a boat neck laced with a white net. The gown had white netted full sleeves. The hem of her dress was embroidered with the golden vines that climbed up to her dress and ended in the middle of the dress, the golden vines ending in a curve at different angles, like the branches of a tree. She had dark brown hair that was left free, her wavy hair running down her shoulders. Her hair was parted from the middle. She wore a golden vine diadem that matched the golden vines in her dress. The golden vines in her diadem had

Lotus replied curiously. "There'll surely be a reason, and do you know what the name of this scent is?" Anita asked. "No" "Pomelo," Anita said. "Pomelo?" "Yes," Anita smiled. "Let's proceed with our walk, no grim reaper to take you away anymore" Lotus said, putting her down. Anita led the way while Lotus followed. The bright streetlights and the moon sitting on the sky plus the stars kept fascinating her and she won't stop staring at everything.

He’s enjoying this. Diana swallows hard; the humiliation makes her look so small and insignificant, and I’m enjoying this more than anything else. It’s so satisfying to see her humiliated before me. — For the first course tonight… — Diana begins, her voice trembling, forcing herself to look at the floor. — We’ll be serving hand chopped Imperial Venison Tartare, scented with black winter truffles and golden caviar pearls, presented on a thin sheet of edible gold. The women present are not happy. The Luna of Golden Blood raises an eyebrow, looking at Diana with utter contempt, before turning her gaze to me with a kind smile. No one at that table feels any pity for the former Luna of Silver Riv

And now the Goddess had answered her prayers. Aella turned from the scene of the imprinting and went back into the gardens, where she continued to stroll. The garden was vastly populated by white tulips, which were Aella's favorite flowers. She sniffed appreciatively as she walked through them and the scent calmed her. Soon she was in the middle of the garden and she sank her feet into the soft soil. If she had to leave the pack eventually and there was anything she would miss, it would be the great outdoors.

She walked to a store to get water. "Ma'am, give me a bottle of water. Here's your money." Ariande handed the money over to the lady. The storekeeper went in to get the bottled water. "Thanks." Ariande appreciated and left the store. Ariande saw a mansion. The mansion was fabulous. Its exterior design was splendid. Soon, her eyes darted towards a bill board. It reads: A maid is urgently needed. Apply in person. Ariande immediately knocked on the huge gate. A man in his middle forties opened the gate.

“Or I will make this a good deal less cosy.” One of the servants arrived--veiled, silent--with one dish of porcelain. On it was a white, clear root cut into a thin slice. Lotus Root. I had heard the name muttering along the halls. One of the rare plants of the flooded valleys, which are grown in the black gardens of the Spire. It made all senses as sharp as razors. Touch became fire. Sound became thunder. Pleasure became unbearable. Thorne picked a slice between two fingers. "Open."

The steam of the bath wrapped the room like a warm blanket. Fragrant herbs—chamomile, sage, lavender—lined the edges of the wooden tub, gently steaming as they slowly dissolved on the water's surface, creating a separate, intangible world around them. The distant murmur of the outside world didn't reach this place. Here, only the soft splashing of water and the slow, deliberate movements of two bodies existed.

"Well... Where did you get the lotus flower from?" Xue Siwen thought for a while and said, "Are you talking about the pond in the middle of the forest?" "Yes!" "The sleeping lotus there seems to be a rare species brought in by Little Mo from abroad. It has been planted for two years and only blossomed this year!" Chloe pretended to be surprised and said, "Isn't the species introduced from abroad very expensive?" Hearing the rare species, Chloe suddenly felt painful. "It's not expensive. It's only three million yuan per pill!"

“How could that be? “Oh, the white lotus. That’s the holiest Buddhist wonder in the world, regarding it as a pure friend. Even the white lotus throne is used for the Buddha’s seat. Also, great writers extolled it with poems and songs. Sis White Lotus, you’re such a woman to me.” Alex said that while enduring the goosebumps. “Oh? How did the great writers extol me?” The Mystic Maiden of the Nine Heavens asked. Alex was a little perplexed. He clearly talked about extolling the White Lotus, yet she inserted a little of herself right away. As expected, she was... a woman who loved hearing the praises