A Camellia Romance Novels & Stories

"I... I need you to meet her. Properly." Camilla stepped forward, looking at me with a shy, exhausted smile. Up close, she was even more striking. "Camilla," Romeo said as he tucked her under his arm. "This is Isabella. Dante’s wife. My sister in law.” "I saw the news." Camilla said happily though it carried the weight of her tears. She reached out and took my other hand. "Even in hiding, we heard. You were incredible, Isabella. I am so sorry I arrived like this... uninvited, on your most beautiful day."

Lucien handed him something—an envelope—and disappeared. I watched as Caelum unfolded the note inside. And froze. “What is it?” I asked again, this time louder. He didn’t answer. His jaw clenched. And then he handed it to me. One line. Written in blood-red ink. She knows. And below it… a pressed camellia flower. Exactly like the one Mirelle wore in the photo. I looked up at him. But he was already walking away.

he said before handing her the bouquet of middlemist red, that is the rarest and most expensive plant he could find in the empire. "How very thoughtful of you. Thank you but isn't this type of camellia flower very expensive? This color also means love, passion, and deep desire. Could this be a confession of love, my prince? I should tell you again that I'm an engaged woman. It would be very controversial for our families if I have you as my mistress." Ruby teased with a mischievous smile making the prince blush. "Oh no. It was merely an accident. I asked the florist to give me the rarest plant because I didn't think that roses would be enough to be on par with you so I bought this instead. S

" 'Ranunculus' is a symbol of radiant charm and attractiveness, just like when we first met. Your charm and beauty captivate me that my heart didn't stand a chance." Both of us giggle a little, still swaying at the never-ending beat of the song. " 'Camellia' is a symbol of adoration. I adore you my sweet, I adore your love for Andy as a mother, I adore your passion for your work and patients." I can't hold back my tears anymore. So I burst out crying. Crying in happy tears. She framed my face, looking into my eyes. "Camelia also represents, love and affection. Just like how much I love you, like how my affection for you is real."

The wedding happened a week and a half later. A lot of people felt it was rushed, but once they saw it, you’d think it had been planned for months. It was truly beautiful. It was said that the bride loved camellias, that she adored their soft petals and fragrance. So, the venue was filled with them. Every table, every corner, every aisle was adorned with arrangements of white and pink camellias. The scent was soft yet intoxicating, sweet and calming, like their love.

Arianna said dreamily, “I think I’ve finally found love. I’m seeing someone, and he’s everything I ever hoped for.” “Oooh,” I teased. “Someone’s in love.” Arianna giggled. “Well, good for her,” Camellia said, downing the last shot. “Because I’m done with men. I’ll remain a rich, single godmother to all of Alessia’s children.” “All?” Arianna protested. “You won’t leave any for me?” Camellia smirked. “Fine. I’ll take two. You get the other two.” We burst into laughter.

I recognized it from one of those random TikTok videos about expensive plants. “I figured roses were too cliché,” Giovanni said, holding the flower out to me. “You’re unique, Annalisa. One of a kind. This Camellia reminded me of you.” I blinked, speechless for a second. Damn. The lines were smooth, I would give him that. And the flower was actually kinda pretty. But still. Still! I snatched the flower from his hand, stared him dead in the eye, and threw it on the ground. Then I stepped on it. Really hard till they became shabby pieces.

The reflections running on the stone bridge were Daisie and Colton, and the goldfish living at the bottom of the clear water were shocked and hid in the crevices. “Mommy!” Daisie rushed into Maisie’s arms and handed her the wildflowers she had picked from outside the courtyard. “I said this is a sasanqua camellia, but Colton doesn’t believe me!” Colton crossed his arms and turned his face away. “That’s clearly a Japanese camellia, okay?” Maisie squatted down, took the flowers from Daisie, scrutinized them meticulously, and sighed. “Unfortunately, this is a Japanese camellia.”

Camellia managed to make Richard reach the peak of his pleasure. After that night, Richard had frequent contact with Camellia. At first, it was just limited to sex friends, but over time it turned out that Camellia had a unique personality, she was cheerful, chatty, and good at making men comfortable when she was with her until finally, love grew little by little Richard's heart. While he was engrossed in daydreaming, suddenly the character in his daydreams came over to him, making all of his reveries shattered.

Nero Camellia is laying in bed reading a book when I walk into our bedroom. She looks up when she hears me and her eyes widen when she sees me stripping my clothes off. “Nero?” she asks, putting the book on her nightstand and watching me stroke my cock as I approach her. “What—” But I don’t give her a chance to ask me questions before I’m on her, kissing her like she’s the very air I breathe. She wraps her arms and legs around me, pulling me close to her and I can already smell her arousal.