Winx Club Flora Novels & Stories

But Rolland stared back fearlessly until Flora redirected her gaze towards Rowan, who had remained silent since asking about the news. "Miss Rowan, I didn't come here today to play games with your friends. I just wanted to tell you that it's time to give me what belongs to me. I hope you won't stand in the way any longer if you don't want to get hurt. I am Flora Feathers, and unless I decide otherwise, no one can take what belongs to me. As for your friend, I will make him pay for today because I don't forgive easily," Flora declared. After speaking, she took some money from her bag and placed it on the table.

"Okay….okay bye and enjoy your date. I will inform aunty Bella that our Flora has gone out with our friend, Easton, for some campus work purpose, so that you could tell about your date to her on your own," Flora grinned, hearing Axle's words. She was so proud of having such evil headed but beautiful hearted friends who were equally devilish and tender natured as hers. "See ya and yeah don't forget to use protection," Axle winked and dashed away, widening Flora's eyes. "Axle could be too much sometimes," Flora spoke after Niley and Axle left. "Yeah…he is way too much,"he agreed. Flora chuckled and then extended her arm towards him.

she muttered and I looked at her, confused. "What do you mean?" I asked, confusion written all over my face. With a sigh, Flora said, "what I mean is this, Diana just gave birth to a supernatural." 'A supernatural?' I thought. 'What did she mean? Aren't we all supernaturals?' As if reading my thoughts, Flora said, "we are all supernaturals but there are supernaturals of supernaturals. Look at me for example. I am a werewolf, clearly a supernatural but I was blessed and gifted wit supernatural powers from the moon goddess, making me a supernatural of the supernatural." All she said was kind of confusing and clear at the same time.

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

I wasn't about to wreck a home. "So dumb." I wipe my eyes on my knees, but the tears don't stop. I look up and can see people making their way through the trees towards me. I sniff and rest my chin on my hands. My eyes trail down, and through my blurry vision, I can see dozens and dozens of flowers blooming around me. I furrow my brow, wiping at my eyes again and moving to sit on my knees and crouch over the flowers. I hadn't wiped my hands on the ground, but they were still blooming. Pink ones, purple, white. Still smaller than a quarter, but slightly bigger than the last ones I made bloom. And there were a lot more of these too. They continued to appear around where I sat as I watched.

Flora's voice shook for an moment," It's not vengeance, Marissa. It's a pledge to my father. It's a communication that his trust in me was not in vain, that I can overcome all the pain and produce something. I'm leaving behind a life that suffocated me, and I'm entering the public werewolf army to fight for a future not mandated by former demons." Ethan entered the room, his tone a blend of concern and pride," Flora, no matter what you face out there, keep in mind, you are not alone. Our family was dysfunctional, but you are the bone who can mend it — starting with yourself.". Flora offered a thin, bitter smile," Thanks, Ethan. I know the way is bleak, and I'm alarmed of what I'll see, but I

Beneath my ribs, my heartbeat was calm. Not because I was safe. But because I finally understood what I was. Not a symbol Or Ronan's Luna Or someone the whole pack adored I was a storm. Quiet. Gathering. And no one would see me coming. FLORA POV It was slipping. I could feel it like wind through my fingers, no matter how tight I tried to close my fist. Ixora. Her name used to taste like pity. Now it burned. I watched her today from the upper balcony, training again like she had something to prove. Maybe she did. Maybe someone had finally told her the truth. I didn’t know how much she knew, but I knew it was enough to make her dangerous.

' Flora Amor only smiled politely and kept working. “Don’t worry,” Xyrel said warmly. “If you need help, you can ask me. My desk is right over there.” She pointed across the room. Flora Amor nodded, grateful. The other woman, already seated at the opposite desk, smirked. “Girl, where did you even dig up that name? We’re millennials and your name sounds like it’s from Rizal’s time.” Flora Amor offered nothing more than a quiet smile. Inside, she remembered Dixal’s words—how he said her name was beautiful, that she was his Flower of Love.

“My sister and I grew a whole patch of them back ho—" “—Your favorite flower is a weed?” the prince asked, his eyebrow raised, and I felt the words leave my tongue before I could even think. “They may be weeds to you, but to me they are a hearty, precious flower that is just as worthy as any other,” I snipped, and I saw Marcus’s eyes widen a bit. But the prince’s eyes nor demeanor didn’t waiver for a second despite my embarrassing emotional outburst. “I’m not here for your stories, nurse,” the prince replied cooly. “And neither are you.”

Almost immediately, he ducks as his height nearly collides with one of the lamps. Damn, Trevor Willis is sexy surrounded by garish colorful lights. That’s not something just any man could pull off. As I get closer, his stare fills me with something new. The butterfly wings in my tummy come to flight. It’s as if he’s lost sight of the rest of the world. It’s as if his entire being is standing and seeing only me. I hope I’m right because at that moment I feel the same way. The bright decorations could fall and the chandeliers could crash to the floor, and it wouldn’t matter because we’re seeing one another.