Bell Song Daffodil Novels & Stories

I’m sorry I left. I carried the notes with me as I went to the last bouquet. It was full of different shades of blue and purple hyacinth and the sweet lilac-like scent filled my entire office with the smell of spring. Hyacinth were my second favorite flowers, right after daffodils. There was one last note. I’m bringing you lunch. I smiled and put all three notes in my pocket. “According to the internet, yellow flowers mean apology,” Jaqui read from her phone as she pointed to the daffodils. “Tulips are also apology flowers. As is hyacinth. Good lord, those smell amazing.”

I thought about Lydia; about her beautiful smile and how I would hope that it was the first thing I saw every time I woke up and blurted out, “The meaning is hope…Hope for the future, for happiness, for starting over.” The woman contemplated before getting up with significant difficulty. When I asked her if she wanted any help, she waved me off to go into the back of her shop. A few minutes later, she came out with a bouquet filled with the most beautiful bright yellow flowers. The vibrancy of them reminded me of Lydia and her smile and I knew then and there that these were perfect. “These are daffodils; the first flowers of spring. They are a representation of a new beginning and hope for t

Sarang applauded, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “Congratulations.” Nathan’s smile widened, and he reached behind his back, revealing a bouquet of daffodils. The soft, fresh scent of the flowers filled the air, their petals a bright, welcoming yellow. Sarang took the bouquet, lifting it to his nose and inhaling deeply. “Nathan, thank you for the flowers, but we have daffodils in abundance. I have no more space to plant them.”

#Dorothy’s POV# I sit back down on the bench because my legs feel a bit heavy and the breeze is soft here; it's the kind of quiet that makes me feel both calm and unsettled at the same time. The air smells faintly of damp soil and the faint sweetness of flowers, and even though I should be able to relax, my mind won't stay still. The villa garden looks different now. I noticed it earlier when I passed through on my way from the kitchen, but now that I’m sitting here again, I can see the changes properly. The grass looks freshly trimmed, the flowerbeds have been shaped neatly, and in the far corner there are bursts of yellow that catch the fading light. Daffodils. My daffodils. I’ve told him

Just like life, she thought. As they finished clearing one of the flower beds, Nicholas reached into his pocket and pulled out a small packet of bulbs, his eyes twinkling with excitement. “I picked these up from the nursery,” he said, handing them to her. “Daffodils. They’ll be the first to bloom when the snow melts.” Lillian took the bulbs from him, feeling the rough paper packet in her hands, and her heart swelled with gratitude. “Daffodils… they’re perfect. They’re a reminder that winter is only temporary, that there’s always something beautiful waiting to bloom.”

Selina felt her heart tighten, as if something was trying to break through. "Amanda once publicly said white roses were her favorite," Selina said, exhaling deeply and watching Nestor nervously. Nestor also frowned, his voice filled with surprise: "Doesn't she like daffodils?" It wasn't that he cared much about Amanda, but every year after his assistant Garret ordered flowers for her, his car always smelled of flowers. Garret told him it was the scent of daffodils. Nestor didn't like it and instructed Garret not to bring the daffodil scent into the car again.

For the gracious way I refused to kick and scream at finding my boyfriend of two years playing ping-pong with someone else’s clit, and for the strength I needed to move on. It sat perfectly, surrounded by its bed of roses, a calla lily, a blue iris, a sunflower, and a daisy. Each one with its own meaning and reason for being so carefully and intricately inked on my skin. I bent my arm and straightened it, making the snapdragon “snap.” My lips curved as I did it for a second and a third time, and I was thankful I made the decision to avoid my elbow when I got my calla lily done six months ago. The way the snapdragon opened and closed whenever I moved my arm was a constant source of amusement.

Eyes sparkling, Xavia stared at him for a bit before replying, “…Any specific color in mind?” Now smirking, Zivon whispered, “Indeed… The color of daffodils, to be more exact.” …Daffodils? They were usually yellow… Wait. Was this man for real?! Now blushing, Xavia grumbled, “…Just when will you stop with the innuendos…?” “Kind of hard when I always find myself wanting to hug, kiss, and do intimate things with my woman… Besides, if I truly didn’t lust for you, what kind of marriage would that be…?”

She headed out with a watering can to save the flowers from the harsh tone of the sun. " Oh Lilly, I'm so going to miss you, will you miss me too?" She asked one of the flowers she had named. She moved from one plant to another ,talking to them heartily and later on took few pictures of them. Her best friend was Daffodils, she named it after the place she and Melvin had first met. Each time Louisa was depressed and weak inside, she goes out to the garden to talk to daffodils.

Melissa's dress was torn around the shoulder area, her high heels had snapped and were laying a few feet away from her. How did they end up like this when Daffodil wasn't even touching them? A roar of thunder made me squeak in surprise, capturing the women's attention. Daffodil looked surprised to see me, but she quickly masked her expression. "Akielia! So glad you joined the party! I was starting to think you were dead." The fairy said, a smile forming on her face. "Daffodil, looking as lovely as I last saw you." I wasn't lying. Her blonde hot-crossed bun was still neatly done and her straight yellow dress had no creases whatsoever. She looked like she had recently gotten dressed.