Azure Flower Novels & Stories

His words kept repeating themselves again and again like a broken record. Change of plans, little flower. I'm not letting you out of my sight.

Frowning, I analyzed my invoices, but didn’t see anything similar to these. “Oh, those are Angelica flowers.” I turned to see the girl I had talked to outside the kitchen the other night, Madelyn. ”I don’t think we ordered these.” I knitted my brow, flipping through my papers. ”They’re a traditional aphrodisiac.” Madelyn said, “They’re often added to bouquets at romantic events like this one. They’re supposed to bring good mating luck.” ”I didn’t know that.” I sighed. There was so much I was learning, but stuff like this made me painfully aware of the gaps in my knowledge.

"These are beautiful. Who's your secret admirer?" "They're just flowers," I said, trying to distract her while carefully arranging them in a vase on my dressing table. "Just flowers?" Callista laughed, flopping onto my bed dramatically. "Seraphina, these are imported cornflowers. Do you know how much they cost? And look at the arrangement—it's from Moonlight Florals, the most exclusive florist in town. Someone must have spent a fortune on this." I felt the heat rise to my neck. "It could have been anyone."

You looks so pretty like that. More blushing over here. Before I could reply though,he texted again. Alexander: Sorry love, but apparently my attention is needed...time for me to listen to boring finance talk all over again. Me: *gasp* finance is so not boring!!! Take that back!!! Alexander: Nope, not until you can prove that. He added laughing emojis and I smiled. Me: Challenge accepted! Now pay attention while I do same. Bye Alexander. Alexander: Bye pretty Flower. I put my phone back in my bag and focused on the lecturer, quickly getting back on track and soon passing through all three hours of the class.

Michelle walks in. "Sorry to interrupt, but did you order flowers, or can you check with Arthur if he did?". I look at her arms, and she is holding a small bouquet of a white, pointy flower. Mary gasps. "Lotus flowers. They're beautiful. But I don't think Arthur would have picked them out for me. He knows my favorite are Daffodils". I suddenly get an idea and start googling on my phone. Lotus flowers are the flower of knowledge. Rose found something.

and unlocked the door. He moved her going away from him...he was looking at her without blinking and taking in her beautiful and gorgeous self.. Her white coat that is her pride and signifies her hardwork to her patients, was held in her one hand... Her purse in other hand... A stethoscope, that was, is and maybe will be her favourite jewellery that she always carried around with her, was around her neck.... She was beauty with brains in herself. A perfect combination... No wonder his mom loves her more than him and would stay unhappy everytime Kiara or anyone bought up the topic of their marriage ceremony to be held...

Everything was normal at first, just walking, then some conversations here and there. But soon they started seeing more tall tress and flowers. Luna tensed up at the sound of a loud squeal. Adrenaline kicking into her bloodstream as her eyes frantically s an for any sign of danger. Only breathing a sign of relief when they fell on Daliah. Squealing and jumping in front of a red big flower. She'd say it's the biggest flower she had ever seen in her life. "It's a Refflesia Arnoldii." She looked back at the team with glowing eyes. Croaking a brow at the confused expression they all shared. "Refflesia Arnoldii....the biggest flower in the world."

Contained in the pool of light was a simple rustic table with a long golden box placed upon it, stood on top of the box was a small vase containing a single white flower, its petals closed giving the impression it was sleeping. Brother Andrew saw Annie staring at the flower. “Ipomoea alba.” he said quietly. Annie frowned at him questioningly. “Or more commonly known as the Moonflower, it only blooms at night, its petals open when the moon rises.” he explained. “It is said that Menai wore them in her hair.”

The color is pristine and alluring, and it stands for an everlasting love combined with the desire to spend the rest of one's life by the side of the person one loves. She stopped moving as she stared at the violet flowers for a moment before reaching out to gently touch the individual petals. These trees clearly have a bewitching beauty, but their owners keep them in a closed space, so they do not allow other people the opportunity to enjoy that beauty. The beauty of these purple flowers is being wasted on those who cannot appreciate it. What a shame, because these flowers are exactly the same as she is.

The air was filled with the sweet, heady scent of blooming flowers, transporting visitors to a serene oasis amidst the rural chaos. Inside, the shop was divided into cosy, intimate spaces, each showcasing a different aspect of the florist's art. To the left, a stunning display of fresh-cut flowers overflowed from gleaming glass vases, their colours and textures expertly arranged to create a visual masterpiece. Roses, carnations, and sunflowers mingled with exotic blooms, each one perfectly placed to create a symphony of hues and shapes.