Anastasia Flower Novels & Stories

The most exquisite rose petals are scattered about, transforming the atmosphere into one that is enchanted and astonishingly lovely. The magnificent purple dress has an image of a mystical galaxy embedded all over it thanks to the thousands of blue crystals that cover it. The gorgeous and haughty face that Rose wore was a perfect complement to the stunning dress that she wore. Her hair was pulled back into a neat bun, which displayed her confidently high neck. Beautiful eyes that are fixed on the road ahead, with an air of superiority born of birth. Because she lacks humility, Rose is constantly surrounded by arrogance, which causes her to feel isolated from the other people around her.

“For now, we shall have to pretend our palms are our lips, and only kiss as a well-behaved woman should do.” “Surely, saints must kiss,” Rome said, a crooked smile taking over his face as he felt the heat radiating from her palm. Tingles of electricity shot up his arm, and the night came to life around him. “I believe saints use their lips for praying, not for kissing.” Her teasing smile was more than a little enticing. The scent of the flowers around them mingled with a sweet vanilla fragrance wafting from her neck. How he longed to lean in and place his lips on her skin.

her mother teased, a little guilt-tripping her to ease the sulk. “Fine,” Flora Amor answered, holding back a smile. “Now put on the dress so I can fix your hair,” her mother ordered. She hurried into their bedroom to slip into the dress Anton had given her earlier, supposedly for the party. When she stepped out, her mother’s jaw dropped. “You look stunning, anak!” she exclaimed. Flora Amor let out another giggle. She was wearing an off-shoulder lace dress, which Anton said was vintage style, paired with soft pink two-inch heels. She giggled again, a little thrill shooting through her. If only Dixal could see her now—he would definitely be delighted. She really did look beautiful.

"Hel..." "I want you in my room now!" The boss ordered. How much she hated his commanding attitude. "Haaahhh! I will kill you." She screamed and stormed out of the room, stamping her feet very hard on the ground. Xander chuckled when he saw her reaction after the phone call. 'She is such a wild flower' There was a loud bang on the door. He knew that it was only Ariande that would do that. "Don't pull down my door as you did my car." He shouted to her hearing. She opened the door and barged in.

I wouldn't be immune to it until my Luna ceremony. "You are MINE!" He carried on with his rant. "You are mine to use, mine to abuse, mine to kill, do you understand?" I carefully nodded, fighting the tears that wanted to stream down my face. "I will NOT put ip with you being disrespectful, Beta's daughter or not. Do you understand me Anastazie?" He all but growled into my ear. I nodded again but something shocked me, how did he know who I was? Better yet how did he know my name? Almost like he read my mind he chuckled.

I was suddenly not scared to show her my life and share it with her, I will also protect her from any future tragedy. *** I got back to the mansion and headed upstairs, Anastasia was all dressed and going somewhere and as usual, I ignored her and walked by her. “Flowers? For who?”, She asked and I didn't respond, just kept on walking. “It looks expensive... don't tell me there are for that girl, the bitchy American--”, She commented and like a blink of an eye, I grabbed her by the neck and slammed her to the wall. I made sure the flowers wasn't crushed as it was neatly secured in my left hand.

“They left…and will probably never return.” “Just like that?” Anaztasia barely managed to ask. She nodded with utter discernment. “Yes. Just like that…” *** “Thank you,” she beamed at the two people she had paid to steal the flower from Isla’s now destroyed room. Maebh never saw this flower before. It was so red, like that of fresh blood. And its thorns, its thorns are pretty much thornier than most thorns of common roses. One thing Maebh is certain of: the Blood Rose is beautiful.

And Hannah hadn't mentioned anything about a transfer either. Anathea didn't dwell on it. She got back into the car and headed straight to Eden Studio. As soon as she walked in, she saw everyone busy at work, with a large number of flower samples scattered around the floor. Evangeline, rarely stepping in herself, looked relieved when she saw Anathea. She waved her over. "Nat, you're finally here!" "Why such a big order?" Anathea glanced at the purchase sheet, which was filled with names of various types of flowers. Even the names themselves took up ten pages. But the biggest order was for blue roses.

She said and Flora nodded her in excitement. "You are so beautiful, Sia. Just like an angel." Flora complimented which filled Anastasia's heart. "Aww! Thank you so much, baby. You are more beautiful than me. Just like a fairy. A flower fairy." Anastasia said. "Thank you, Sia. Will you be my friend?" Flora asked shyly which left Anastasia cooing again. "Sure, baby. I would love to be your friend." She said and they both locked their friendship with pinky promise which was Flora's idea.

The woman gave Abigail a quick glance and then looked at Flavia. “You, must be Flavia.” She said without hesitation. Flavia looked at the woman in front of her skeptically and then nodded her head. “Hi, I'm Anastasia.” She said, extending her hand. “You, Uncle Antony's girlfriend?” Abigail asked on behalf of Flavia who seemed reluctant to accept the woman's hand. “You know me?” Anastasia looked back at Abigail with a shocked expression. “No, I don't. I was just guessing.” Abigail replied casually.