Book Chrysanthemum Novels & Stories

"Seeds I purchased from the market. Guess what they make?" "What?" "Hydrangea flowers. Sold really cheap. The Capital has been selling them in the shops." Jackson looked to Melinda. "I thought this was supposed to be banned?" "It was. Mother gave the order before passing things on to Valli." Melinda looked at the seeds in horror. "These look fresh." "They are." The 1st Emperor stood up to excuse himself. "I need to inform Valli." Melinda nodded and left with him. Cassandra following behind as well.

Julian and his girlfriend arrive at seven fifteen, uninvited and entirely welcome, Julian with a bottle of wine he does not open because I cannot drink it and he decides, without being asked, that this is a solidarity situation, and his girlfriend with flowers she presents to Emma rather than me, which is exactly the right instinct. Emma receives the flowers with the surprised expression of someone who was not expecting to be the recipient of anything and is not certain how to process it. “They’re nice,” she says. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome,” Julian’s girlfriend says. “I heard you like astronomy. I have no idea what flowers have to do with astronomy but they seemed like the right thing.” E

Agatha answered as Alice and Adira took a few steps back to let her do her thing. They watched as Agatha casted her spell and Alice soon start feeling unusually uncomfortable, she looked at Agatha and it was as though something bad was about to happen to her. Valerie coughed as she flickered her eyes open but closed it back almost immediately as she fell into a deep sleep. “What was that?” Alice asked as she walked closer to Agatha. “It’s a rare powerful chrysanthemums, it can take down anything as it’s very poisonous and it’s supposed to be extinct.” She explained but that was not what Alice meant.

Frustrated by her father's words, the girl ran away, far away from her father deep into the forest inside the Jasenovac camp Intensely running for three minutes straight she stopped by the river. She was surprised at what she saw, blinded by the sun, Hannale stopped and squinted her eyes. "I never thought I'd see this here! What a beauty!" It was a chrysanthemum plantation right beside the riverbank. The plantation was as yellow as the sun, she wished she had her paint and canvas with her to capture the untouched beauty. "Is that a person taking a bath in the river?" she thought to herself.

If I walk into that room now, and he’s still like that… I might break into pieces I can’t put back together. “I will, but not yet.” He didn't say anything to that, just went to the drivers seat and started the engine. --- The bell above the little flower shop chimed when I pushed the door open. The air smelled of fresh lilies and roses... and maybe something green and fresh. My fingers touched every bloom like they could whisper to me. And then I saw it...a single white chrysanthemum. “I’ll take this one,” I said.

Euphyllia loved chrysanthemums. From then onward, every time Redmund neglected her... every time he wounded her with careless words... every time I witnessed another crack forming within the smile she tried so desperately to preserve... a chrysanthemum quietly found its way to her. Along with a handwritten note. Nothing extravagant. Nothing that revealed my identity. Only small reminders that somewhere... someone saw her. I still remembered watching from a distance as she stared at the flowers in confusion, searching every passing face with knitted brows, wondering who the mysterious sender could possibly be.

She had never seen anyone send chrysanthemums to a living person. Charles embarrassedly lowered his head and looked at the purple and pink chrysanthemums. He blinked his eyes. It was very beautiful. In this season of the mountain, there was only this kind of flower. "I didn't curse you to death." Charles felt wronged. He really didn't mean that. In a fit of anger, Charles casually threw a handful of brightly colored chrysanthemums into the river, adding a tinge of color to the river. "Charles, are you courting death?" Angela frowned and pointed at the river. "How can you throw something in such a clear water? Don't you want to be polluted?"

“You’re not welcome here!” “Don’t be in such a hurry to chase us out,” said Alice softly before reaching into her handbag and pulling out a single white chrysanthemum flower. Hitomi’s eyes widened slightly at this, and Yuri knew enough of flower arrangements and flower language to know that white chrysanthemums are usually flower offerings made to the dead. “You’re indeed growing into a beauty just like your mother.” Alice reached out with a thin hand decorated with rings and bracelets, the white chrysanthemum flower in her hand, towards Yuri. Hitomi slapped Alice’s hand away immediately, and the flower fell to the ground, before pulling Yuri away from Alice and pushing Yuri behind herself.

Hansen's eyes turned slightly, and a beautiful curve appeared at the corner of his mouth. In the Ink Garden of Richards Manor, chrysanthemums were blooming in profusion. The evergreen trees were vigorous and green. Although it was already early autumn, there was no trace of autumn in the Ink Garden except for the blooming chrysanthemums. The garden was clean and spotless.

He doesn’t think long before choosing a neat bouquet of white chrysanthemums, they are perfect for the occasion. Down the street again, he stops at a roadside bar, a stack of cold bottles glints under the dim light, and Reid grabs one, sliding it across with the flowers when he gets back to the car. Beer for him while he chats or something while the chrysanthemums are for them. Balance, in its strange way.