Aesthetic Flowers Novels & Stories

Intrigued, Liam decided to take a moment to immerse himself in the enchanting world of blooms. Stepping out of his car, Liam's eyes widened with awe as he entered the flower shop. The air was infused with a delicate fragrance, a symphony of scents that tantalized his senses. The walls were adorned with cascading vines, showcasing an array of flowers in every shade imaginable. Orchids danced gracefully, roses bloomed passionately, and lilies stood tall and elegant, each displaying their unique charm.

" Louis patted Adrian's shoulder, made the final step towards our house… And pushed the door open. An overwhelming stench of blood came rushing out, filling the air. Sprays of crimson stained the walls, and chaotic claw marks littered the floor. Every single detail seemed to tell a story of the agonizing and horrific slaughter that had taken place in this very house. "Rena!"

Finding it wise to shut up, Serena shifted at her own seat looking down with a hint of fear. Catching the glimpse of the same, Christopher sighed a short breath. Thinking he might have made her uneasy again, Christopher gulped a straight lump down his throat before asking away another question, to clear the cloud of her fear. "Why do you like flowers?" Serena looked at the side to analyse her brother-in-law again but finding no trace of anger or anything close to it, she finally chose to answer his question half a minute later. "Flowers have aesthetic importance in our lives, it's a symbol of purity and love. Flowers, when given to an ailing person at home, hospital, to family members or fri

One of the household staff approached with a respectful bow. "The florist has arrived." "The florist?" "Yes." "She requested your presence." "I'll come." The florist was waiting in one of the estate's sitting rooms when I arrived. Bundles of flowers covered nearly every available surface. White roses. Soft cream peonies. Delicate baby's breath. Several varieties I couldn't even name. A cheerful woman immediately stepped forward. "You must be Lady Aria." "I am." She smiled brightly. "Elder Rowan warned me not to overwhelm you with too many choices."

I said, setting the flowers down gently. "Wow, how about these anthuriums? They symbolize hospitality and happiness, and with their bold red or deep green hues, they make a masculine and stylish choice. I'm sure Alpha Luis will love them," the young lady said. "Mmm." I scowled a little, and my wolf, Molly, gestured toward the next flowers. "These are beautiful, Mia. Men appreciate flowers that exude strength, sophistication, and elegance." "Mm." I smiled and gestured to the next ones. "Let me have those. What's the name?"

He explained to me that he left before I had woken up, he never really told him where he was heading to. “I brought you flowers Nat, the situation yesterday must have made me forgot about the flowers" I grabbed the bouquet of flowers away from his hands. “It is pretty, pretty flowers" I said with a smile, going on to inhale the scent of the bouquet of roses I held. “Ofcourse it is, pretty, just the way you are" He stretched forth his hands to touch my cheek. It felt very tender. “You are like a rose, far more prettier than a rose" He continued, ruffling my hair in affection and playing with my nose.

"Well I'm sorry but you'll need to be kinder. What flowers do you need?" "I need two Asters, pink and red camellias, heliotrope, lavender, white carnation, jasmine, and clovers, blue hyacinth, yarrow, gardenias, red rose, morning glory. And I need 3 azaleas. One has to be a fake flower though. Can you make sure those are in the center." The clerk looked at him and walked off. Eagerly placing the flowers in the largest vase they had. He wheeled the vase over to him. The flowers were arranged beautifully with the azaleas in the center. "Could you possibly place a purple ribbon around the vase please?" The clerk went back to find a think purple ribbon and tied it magnificently around the vase.

The sight was a visual feast, a kaleidoscope of colors that adorned every corner of the room. Bouquets of lavender, their delicate petals seemingly dancing in the gentle breeze, graced the bedside table. Sunflowers stood tall in a rustic vase near the window, their golden faces capturing the warmth of the early morning sun. A cascade of jasmine vines adorned the walls, infusing the room with a sweet and delicate perfume. In the center of the room, a bouquet of velvety red roses tied with a pristine white ribbon stood as a focal point. The contrast of the deep red against the white ribbon created a visual masterpiece, a show of the thoughtful curation of this floral ensemble.

Servants were moving tables into place, while others adjusted the soft, glowing glamour lights above. Tall crystal vases lined the center of each table, elegant and graceful. The floral arrangements clearly represented the different realms—blood red roses for the vampires, sky blue lotuses for the sirens, wild moonflowers for the werewolves, golden hellebores for the fae, and twilight-colored orchids for the witches. I knew this because I had always loved flowers and nature. Even as a child, I could name blooms by their scent alone. As I leaned in to inspect the bouquet on the head table, something caught my eye.

Ace said. Steven blew out a breath. "Just that you'll make the house look better. Rearrange stuff." Ace nodded. "That is definitely a part of it. My job is to make sure that people can see themselves living in your house." "So, it doesn't involve flowers?" Steven asked, eyes narrowed. "I get the sense that flowers are quite the issue with you," Ace said slowly. "So, I'll definitely avoid all things floral. Or mauve." Poor little heterosexuals. So scared of girl things. Hell, probably scared of the girls themselves, too.