Bleeding Heart Flower Story Novels & Stories

But the fog pulses behind him like a living thing, and something in me knows he’s right. Still, I take a step. He sighs deeply, as though he knows I wasn’t going to give up this easily, then pulls something from his pocket. It’s a flower. Unlike anything I’ve ever seen. The petals shimmer, iridescent and darkly crimson, shaped like drops of blood caught mid-fall. Its stem curls like it’s alive, pulsing faintly with energy I can’t name. “This flower only grows in the Hollow,” he says, holding it out to me. “It’s considered a herald of change when it appears.” His eyes narrow on mine before he adds, “It smells like berries.”

"This flower is as rare as you." I gasp when I realize it isn’t a rose. "Levi, this is a Middlemist Red... how on earth did you get this?" "I know someone working at the London Botanical Garden, who got permission to cut a flower and ship it here. They..." I finish the sentence for him. "Have one of the two remaining flowers in the world." I look at the beautiful rose-like flower. "Oh, it’s so beautiful, Levi." "Not as beautiful as you, my love." He takes my hand and kisses it. "Put on some clothes. I have something to show you."

the boy murmured sleepily. Then, to Dixal’s utter astonishment, De Ocampo exclaimed, “That kid knows how to read minds!” Dixal blinked, startled, and snatched the bond paper from his hand. “Look at it,” the tycoon said with a grin. It was a sketch of a tall building shaped like overlapping petals—a flower blooming toward the sky. “You can name it Flower of Love Hotel,” the boy said softly, his arms wrapping around his father’s neck before drifting off to sleep.

Like someone was tracing the map of her heart before she could even chart it herself. At brunch with Mara the next day, Layla laid it all out—the letters, the gift, the emotional tornado she was caught in. Mara listened quietly, chewing on the end of her straw like it might give her wisdom. “So let me get this straight,” she said finally. “You have a tender, intelligent guy who clearly wants to say more. A charming photographer who likes you. An intern who likes the photographer. And a poetic billionaire mystery man who may or may not be planning to steal your heart through metaphors?”

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

Isaac said again, “But here you are giving me his father’s heart?” That night right after Rose said she needed his help, she had given him the heart of Starvos. The heart wasn’t quite literal as it would mean Rose need to rip out the man’s body and pull out his heart to give it to Isaac. Instead, she had given the crystal that appeared like a beating heart. The veins and the color were red, and every second the heart would beat as though it was alive right inside a person’s warm body.

And yet, some nights, when the moon turned faintly red, the Heartfire pulsed stronger— as though listening, waiting. --- The Children’s Tales In the villages beyond the city, where people lived close to wind and soil, stories of the Flow still lingered. They called it The Breath Between Stars. A warmth that came when a mother sang to her child, or when two strangers shared bread by the road. Old women told tales by firelight: of a goddess who had fallen in love with a flame, of a moon that once bled gold instead of red,

Taking the bottle from his hand, Vanessa took a sip. Looking at Megan and Bryan, Justin smiled, "They look happy together, don't they?" "They do," she smiled. "Well, I have never seen Bryan so happy and crazy over a girl in twenty-nine years of our existence." "Megan seems to like him alot too." Turning towards her, Justin asked, "What about you?" "What about me?" She asked. Pausing for a while, he answered, "You seem to have a lot of things hidden in your heart and eyes." When she raised her brows, he added, "Did I not tell you that I can read a beautiful woman's eyes?"

🌹 4 🌹 Joan stretched in the bed and felt around for Noah and he was right beside her. Her eyes slowly parted as she breathed in the sweet scent of lavender in the air. She turned to lovingly caress his face. “Oh Noah.” Her heart could literally burst from all the love she felt for him. But what was more overwhelming was his love for her which he never failed to show exactly how much he loved her. How did she capture the heart of such a cold multi-bllionaire?

He swept her into his arms and rushed away without looking back. The crowd's stares seared my skin. I forced myself upright, my knees trembling so violently I could hardly stand. … Back home, I headed straight for Ryan's study. I keyed in Olivia's birthday and heard the safe click open. I braced myself for whatever I might uncover. To my surprise, I felt nothing at all. Inside, there were no treasures, just a single document. I pulled it out. Even after everything that had happened, seeing the proof with my own eyes still made my chest tighten, as if an old wound had been torn open again.