All Chapters of You Can Ask The Flowers: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The evening air carried the scent of autumn's final surrender as Iris waited in the moonlight garden, her heart hammering against her ribs with anticipation that went far beyond their usual nocturnal meetings. The hidden chambers had revealed not just Eleanor's scientific achievements but the true scope of the transformation awaiting them both—a revelation that left her trembling with equal parts terror and exhilaration.The eternal roses sensed her emotional turmoil, their luminescent petals pulsing with sympathetic energy as they whispered reassurances in their melodious botanical voices. But even their comfort couldn't quiet the storm of questions that had been building since her communion with the Genesis Bloom. How did one prepare for a love that would fundamentally alter the nature of existence itself?When Damien emerged from the shadows between the conservatory's glass walls, she saw immediately that something had changed in him as well. His usual controlled composure had been

The December cold had settled over Millbrook like a shroud, but inside Eleanor's conservatory, the supernatural garden bloomed with defiant warmth. Iris found herself spending more hours each day among the luminescent plants, not just cataloguing their impossible properties but learning to truly hear their voices. What had once been whispers at the edge of consciousness had evolved into clear communication, and with it came a deeper understanding of the symbiotic relationship that had sustained Damien for nearly sixty years."The bond grows stronger," the eternal roses murmured as she tended to their silvery stems. "Between you and the guardian, between all of us. The garden recognizes its new keeper."Iris paused in her work, her fingers stilling on the delicate petals that glowed with inner light. The plants had been more talkative lately, their voices carrying undertones of excitement and anticipation that seemed to mirror her own emotional state. Every evening when Damien arrived,

The morning after the blizzard dawned crystalline and still, the world outside transformed into a wonderland of pristine white that seemed to mock the intensity of the previous night's storm. Iris woke in Damien's arms on the moss-soft floor of the conservatory, surrounded by the gentle luminescence of plants that had witnessed their complete surrender to each other. The eternal roses had woven a canopy of silver-touched petals above them while they slept, a living bower that spoke of the garden's approval of their deepening bond."Good morning, beloved," Damien murmured against her temple, his voice carrying a contentment she had never heard before. Through their connection, she felt his wonder at waking beside her, the profound sense of completion that came from finally allowing himself to fully embrace what they had become."The keeper and guardian are truly joined now," the Genesis Bloom pulsed with satisfied energy from its hidden chamber. "The transformation that began with Elea

The snowfall had resumed by the time Iris returned to Thornwick Manor, fat flakes drifting down like scattered stars against the deepening twilight. The weight of Sarah Whitmore's revelations pressed against her consciousness as she made her way through the conservatory doors, but the moment she stepped into the supernatural sanctuary, the garden's welcoming chorus eased some of the tension from her shoulders."You carry the scent of old magic," the midnight orchids observed, their voices carrying notes of approval. "The protective charms sing in harmony with your transformed nature."Damien appeared from the shadows between the towering ferns, his immortal grace making no sound on the moss-covered pathways. The lamplight caught the planes of his face, emphasizing the otherworldly beauty that had initially made her breath catch, but now she saw beyond the supernatural perfection to the man who had chosen love over hunger, redemption over damnation."The pendant suits you," he said, hi

The final days of 1950 passed in a haze of supernatural intimacy and growing unease. Iris had discovered that choosing love over family obligation came with its own unique freedoms—and its own particular dangers. Without the anchor of conventional expectations, she found herself diving deeper into the mysteries of Eleanor's legacy, uncovering secrets that her grandmother had hidden even from her most detailed journals.The revelation came on New Year's Eve, as Iris explored the deepest recesses of Eleanor's private study. Behind a false panel she'd discovered purely by accident—when the Genesis Bloom's consciousness had guided her hand to the exact pressure point—lay a collection of documents that made her blood run cold."Damien," she called, her voice carrying an urgency that brought him to her side instantly. "You need to see this."The papers were bound in leather that seemed to absorb light, and the ink appeared to shift and writhe on the page as if alive. Eleanor's handwriting w