Anastasia Flower Novels & Stories

"Yes, Assistant Jack.” Damien heard a gentle knock, and then the door opened, revealing Anastasia standing there and looking radiant. His usually cold expression softened instantly as she entered while holding a cheerful bouquet of sunflowers which was cute but a little silly and a small brown bag was also in her hand. Before he could say a word, she darted over, set the bag down, and slid into his lap while planting two big and warm kisses on his cheeks.

He looked at Anastasia who was also bewildered to see that. Anastasia closed the suitcase and scolded Alexander to open that. “What did I do? I was only helping you who thought there would be li...,” Alexander paused and stood up. Anastasia grabbed the handle of the other suitcase and took that inside the washroom. Alexander chuckled seeing that and sat in the couch there. Inside the washroom, Anastasia checked the suitcase first and took out a comfortable dress for herself. It was a black and white floral midi fit dress with ruffles and V-neck line. She took the innerwear as well and went towards the shower room.

When there’s finally a lull in drink orders, I walk over to Cassandra. “Hey, Cass, can I ask you something?” “Sure you can,” she says while wiping down the bar. “You love plants and gardening and all that jazz; could you tell me what flower this is?” I ask, pulling out my phone and showing her a picture of the flowers Jartre sent me. She glances at the picture and smiles, “Oh, those are beautiful! Those are called aster. Did someone give those to you?” “My boyfriend did,” I say, beam with pride, even though calling Jartre my boyfriend feels weird.

It was what — who — followed it. Anastasia. I felt my heart lurch violently in my chest the second she appeared. She wore a stunning, flowing gown in the richest, most beautiful shade of red I had ever seen — deep like a glass of wine. The gown hugged her in all the right places and then spilled gracefully around her legs as she walked, the long train trailing behind her like a river of silk. Her hair was pulled back elegantly, her face framed with soft curls, her makeup delicate but striking — her red lips curving into the kind of smile that could bring kings to their knees.

Sage’s POV “The salad is ready!” Kehlani yells out for everyone to gather for dinner. I stand next to her, placing the flowers I picked with Corbin a day ago. The red petals cut through the lush green of the salad and looks pretty in contrast with the almonds and feta cheese that’s also in it.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

It tasted faintly of honeysuckle and something else, something deeper and more mysterious. As the music resumed, a slow, sultry ballad filled the air. Adrian’s hand tightened around my waist, guiding me closer. Our eyes met for a beat longer than necessary. They were a curious shade of hazel, flecked with gold like the first rays of dawn. A warmth spread through me, a blush creeping up my neck. “May I?” he asked, his voice a low murmur. I simply nodded, my voice inexplicably stolen. He dipped his head, his lips brushing my ear. “You have the most beautiful eyes, Annalisa,” he whispered, his breath sending a jolt through me.

“What job am I going to do today?” “Hm,” he looked at the tablet he was holding, scrolling through a few pages before looking at her. “Your schedule is packed Ms. Calixto.” “Am I really starting now? I don’t even know what she does! Like… her mannerisms or something. Don’t people know that about her?” Rojean panicked, looking around the room if there was something she could base Gizelle off from. “Sei liked her black clothes. Do you fancy wearing black clothes? Are you okay wearing black clothes?” Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room.

Then , lady June smiled and welcomed me to their garden. Their garden was full of sunflowers , it's like a field in the villages with dragonflies surrounding it . Their mansion was surrounded by Boston ivy ( a shrub plant) . It's marvelous . I love this cool atmosphere. Then , I saw a angel , that's ORKHIS ANEMONE , the villainess, she has a long , shiny , silky Black hair with her purple eyes sparkles whenever She's excited . her pink lips are fluffy , if I were a male lead , I'll be her slave .

Iris said, watching him move through the garden with obvious familiarity. "As I know them." He paused beside a bed of flowers that resembled nothing she'd ever seen—blooms that shifted color with each breath, petals that seemed to be made of crystallized moonlight. "This one Eleanor cultivated specifically for my needs. She called it Rosa eternis—the eternal rose." When he touched the flower, it responded with a note so pure and beautiful that Iris felt tears spring to her eyes. The plant's glow intensified, and its voice joined the chorus with what could only be described as contentment.