Asphodel Flowers Novels & Stories

What was going on? She knocked on his door and walked in. "Here's your coffee sir." She was about to leave but Xander softly held her hand unlike the last time. " Sir" "Xander" "What?" "Call me Xander, Ariande." " Say it. I . want. to. hear it." "Xan... Xander." Ariande gasped out his name. It felt like melody in his ears. It made him feel good. "Hmm" He pulled her close to him and inhaled her scent. Ariande's eyes were about to pop out in shock. She pushed away and gave him a frown.

Everything was perfect, from the combination to the colors and the scents that blended well together. Her gaze settled on a particular cluster of delicate white flowers, their petals soft and almost translucent in the moonlight. She already knew what her favorite flower was. She had lived with it for months at the hospital, after waking up from her six months coma. “Gardenias,” she said finally. “They’ve always been my favorite.” Asher’s expression didn’t shift, but something in his eyes darkened; like he had already known her answer. Except he had a mind reading ability, then he shouldn’t know her favorite flower.

My plant. As Edin sat beside her pressing a cool cloth to Fawna’s forehead, inwardly I cursed myself for keeping my eyes focused only on Adara and not being more vigilant over her sister when we were in my garden. Women are always attracted to beautiful flowers, and perhaps nothing growing on Vukasin Island was more beautiful than aconite: wolf’s bane, the Queen of Poison. Perhaps because of the nature of Vukasin—perhaps for another reason, I don’t know—the aconite that grows here was not only the most deadly species of that plant in the entire world, it is also the most beautiful.

And then, Nara bounced off with one hit. His body collided with a tree fell with a very sick body condition. He winced, trying to get up slowly. But unfortunately, when he was about to wake up, the creature had arrived right in front of Nara. And elsewhere, Ardina ran away from Nara and chased the monstrous Being. He kept running without knowing where his feet were running. Soon he stopped. This time he was surrounded by beautiful flowers that grew very large, ten times bigger than Ardina's height. "What place is this?" asked Ardina in her heart. She stood while twirling in her place. "And these? flowers--?" Ardina did not continue her speech. She realized what he saw were terrible flowers t

Then, rummaging inside the pocket of his blood stained long coat, he took out a small bouquet of orchids, irises, and dahlias wrapped in a violet wrapping and white ribbon, as well as a small card. “I’m sorry this looks a bit slovenly, I have been trying to find a real flower to celebrate this occasion.” Elaine hesitated while Asher shielded her protectively. The idea of the flowers might be infused with poison couldn’t escape that young boy’s mind. The confused girl gazed at the bouquet of flowers still in her uncles’s hand. The bouquet is indeed a mess, with some of the flowers smushed together given they were stuffed inside the pocket, yet the handwriting gave birth to a sense of melancho

When viewed from a greater distance, it appears as though you are looking at the flawless surface of a solid block of jade that is free of any blemishes or imperfections. The refined fragrance of lotus flowers permeated the entire space; the luxurious aesthetic that was exhibited in the room was in complete contrast to the sophisticated aroma of the flowers. The aroma is soothing like a fairy gently stroking the aching hearts of those who are in pain. The aroma of lotus flowers that was wafting around reminded Miren of her mother, and she gave a small snort in response. When she was alive, her mother had a soft spot in her heart for lotus flowers. Whenever there is a season dedicated to lotu

Only then did Oriana regained herself. *** Ashriel looked at the scenic garden filled with scarlet roses, tulips, lavender, peonies, and a big cherry blossom tree at the center. She sat at the gazebo, facing the overview of the ocean. Her thoughts running along with the rough and cold wind. “Even though many years have passed since her demise, the scenery and flowers here are still as lively as before when she tends it herself. The people here haven’t forgotten her, I guess.” She said as she sensed someone behind her. She did not bother to look behind, for she completely knew who it was.

If he survived this, I would curse him to death. My current focus was to find the two ingredients needed to make an antidote for Dimas' body. Black Selinide Mushroom and Turnia Flower Root. As for the Turnia Flower, I've seen it at the Glafelden City flower shop. Turnia flower was an annual plant with a height between 70 to 90 cm. Each stem has only one flower at the end of the stalk. The shape of the flower when the bud was like a drill bit but would be very beautiful when it bloomed. If the season came, the Turnia Flower, which has dozens of petals, would bloom clockwise. Because of its very beautiful shape, Turnia Flowers were hunted by people as gifts or decorations at home.

“That is so thoughtful! Then, I would recommend Gypsophila paniculata which is also known as ‘baby’s breath’.” “Baby’s breath?” “Yes. It represents sincerity, purity, love, and everlasting affection. It is called baby’s breath because they are small and delicate and it reflects its use as a small whisper of an accent amongst other flowers,” she explained and Daniel smiled unconsciously. “That is beautiful. Can I have it please?” “Sure. Just a moment.” —— As Daniel returned to the car, he smiled widely as he dropped the flower on his thigh and then picked up the book he had gotten earlier.

“ Well then, you can never go wrong with daises and peonies. They both signify forgiveness. There’s also the white rose which signifies new beginnings. So, what’s it going to be?” “ how about a combination of all three?” “ Desperate, aren’t we?” “ You have no idea.” While she arranges the flowers, I stare at the people passing by, probably on their way to work. Some young kids ride past on bicycles. “ you’re not from around here, are you? I would know. I have never seen you in the parts.” “ I’m from New York, Ma’am. This is my wife’s hometown.” “ and who’s your wife?”