Wisteria Petals Novels & Stories

"Rosa, can you give Carlo back to me? I'm pregnant with his child. The baby needs a father." She looked at me with red eyes, acting so fragile. I frowned, trying to step around her. Suddenly, Gemma flashed a twisted smile and slid a knife out of her sleeve. She grabbed my wrist, forced the handle into my hand, and then slashed her own arm with the blade. "Ah! Help! You've gone mad, Rosa! You're trying to kill me?! It hurts! No! Save my baby!" Gemma screamed as she collapsed on the floor, blood pouring from her arm and pooling beneath her.

Celeste’s fingers trembled as she clutched the small bouquet of wildflowers Kaelan had given her earlier. The pale blue petals with silver edges were already starting to wilt at the tips, but she couldn’t bring herself to set them down. They sat on the small table beside her bed like a fragile reminder that the ruthless Alpha of Ravencrest had done something unexpectedly gentle.

He sat across from her and put the photographs she’d sent on the table between them. “Tell me what you want,” he said. Not what are you looking for or what brought you in today. Just what do you want. “Climbing plants,” she said. “Specifically something that goes upward. I’ve been thinking about wisteria but I’m open.” She paused. “I want it to work with the texture, not over it. The scar is part of my arm. I don’t want to pretend it isn’t.” He looked at the photographs. Then at her.

He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside. She stepped through the iron gates, and the chill that ran down her spine had nothing to do with the morning air. This was it. She was inside. The Delgado mansion was exactly what she'd imagined; elegant, intimidating, and soulless. Black stone, endless windows, and security cameras that tracked every step. The kind of place that didn’t just keep secrets. It buried them. A tall woman in a gray uniform led her through a marble hallway. “You’ll clean. You don’t speak unless spoken to. And never touch anything that glows, clicks, or looks more expensive than your life. Understand?”

But my mallet slipped and scattered the precious petals across the table. "Carefully!" snapped Lila. "Those herbs are rare and valuable. Don't waste them with your clumsiness." I blushed with embarrassment. "Sorry," I muttered, carefully picking up the scattered petals. "Don't apologize," Lila said sharply. "Just do it better." I took a deep breath and started again. This time I managed to crush the petals into a fine powder. "Better," Lila admitted reluctantly. “Now add three drops of spirit orchid essence. No more, no less.

On goddess, was it the nightshade? My eyes locate the sound of the whistling. Teddy is under the stone garden outdoor shower. As if sensing me watching, he turns to face me and I notice how he is stroking his cock. He grins up at me, his whistling faltering for a second before staring again. “I’m going to make your pussy wet for me,” his voice whispers in my head right before he placed the night shade petals on my tongue. His free hand dipped below the water as Mila simpered.

"Fantastic.” "Yes. If you stop being a brat, I can tell you what the Somnaris Bloom looks like before you kill someone." I inhaled sharply, biting back an insult. "Fine. Describe it." "Dark blue petals, thin stem, a little bigger than your palm. It smells faintly like wintermint. Look for that." I rummaged through the bag again, cursing Seraphina for not labeling anything, and finally found a jar with dried blue petals. "Got it."

We all watched and soon Kali urged us to stand up and follow the petals as they flowed down the stream. The petals danced, swirling and criss-crossing each other elegantly but never touching. It was beautiful, mesmerizing. Niylah smiled at me as we watched the petals flow down with grace. The winds soon began to pick up and something blew across my cheek. It was a split second and then I saw it: a blue petal.

"Mommy, let me show you your room first, then we can explore around. Daddy has set up a pergola in the yard with wisteria vines. It looks so beautiful when it blooms." "Wisteria flowers?" Patricia was slightly surprised, suddenly having a fleeting illusion, then quickly felt that the idea was ridiculous and forcibly pushed it out of her mind. Martin couldn't possibly have planted the wisteria vine because of her. He never knew she liked wisteria. After Randy familiarized Patricia with the house, he led her to the garden. A grand pergola covered with fifty purple wisteria vines came into view. It was the season for wisteria blossoms, and the landscape was filled with purple flowers. A gentle

Quickly she began her ascension up the curved staircase and soon was hurrying through the carpeted hallway. The chauffeur was certain his six cars were in the garage, so he definitely must be in one of the bedrooms — Tessa went straight to the one they shared. Yet as she drew closer, her eyes caught a glimpse of… “Petals?” She mumbled, befuddled while crouching to pick one. They were flower petals, and from their simplicity and soothingly pink color alone, it was easy to tell they belonged to a tulip. Confusion blended with apprehensiveness in her soul, and gradually she pushed the door open.