Flower With No Petals (NOVEL)

SOLEIA POV "WAH!” I shouted, rolling over in my slovenly sheets and accidentally fell from the bed as the sunlight hissed at my face. I'm still laying down on the floor, can't even stand up and open my eyes.  My head really hurts. Of course, it hurts! My head thumped on the floor very well. "Ouch. What the hell did I dream last night?" I rubbed my head. I just noticed that every breath I exhaled smelled faintly of decomposing corpses. Thankfully, I had nobody to share this putrid moment with. Yeah. Sometimes it's good to be single. "Sol, you're funny." This voice. I look up. Eh? "WHAT ARE DOING IN MY ROOM?!" I quickly stand up and crawling back to my bed. Cover my whole body with a blanket. I leave some space to pop out my face so that I can see him. "You shouted at me? That's new. I never thought that you can be this cute." Elvian stands up from his place and correcting his shirt. "This is my room. Don...

Elvian waiting in front of the car with his furious looks on his face. He's glaring at Soleia and didn't even invite her to get in the car. Even so, Soleia still remains her calm expression. Waiting for him to start the conversation. "Sol! Where were you? I've been waiting for ages!" He crosses his arms over his chest. "Didn't I text you?" Sol replied acting innocent. Only God knows how her internal feelings dying because of Elvian expression. "Yeah, I know. What about 'I eat. Later'? How can I not worry with only three words you sent?" She knows that she fucked up. "But I'm here now, right? Okay now, let's go home. My bed waiting. I'm tired." Soleia said as she push Elvian to get into the car. Mission complete. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ IN THE CA R "Father...how's father doing?" "He's.....fine. He must be glad that you're asking for him." Elvian trying to convince her so...

"How's your vacation in Paris?" A man with casual attire speaks up to her. She hadn't seen him for nearly 3 years and she was struck anew by his good looks. He had been an attractive youth, tall, rather ungainly, with a thatch of black hair.  A 20 years old girl brings along her luggage walking down from her own private jet. She got that common appearance but some people said that her face was the definition of beauty, with her cherry lips and rosy cheeks, she never failed to brighten someone's day. All of that compliment? She assumes it a lie. Why? Well,  it was obviously because of her family richness. Her family, Rustichel well-known as the top 3 most rich family in London. "It's business, idiot." She shakes her head. "I'll take that as a positive review from you. Now, " That man reach out his hand to her and showing a very sincere smile. "Let me escort you, Soleia." "Pfft, isn't that exaggerated much? Don...