Book Chrysanthemum Novels & Stories

The garden was filled with chrysanthemums, and Adriana's favorite, the green cloud variety, was blooming most beautifully. As she stepped inside, a delicate fragrance greeted her. Heidi followed behind, asking, "Madam, are you going to live here?" When Chris had asked Heidi yesterday if she wanted to move in and help care for Adriana, Heidi had agreed without hesitation.

He hesitated for a few seconds before finally pulling out a beautiful hair clip from his pocket and handing it over. "Mr. Lane, Mrs. Lane left this in your office's game room two days ago." Benjamin froze for a moment before looking over. He stared closely at the tiny hair clip in Anson's hand in shock. A few seconds later, he snatched it up and clutched it tightly. Of course, he recognized it—it was mine. This small hair clip, used to pin back my bangs, was meticulously crafted. It had a heart-shaped pink diamond at its center that was about the size of a thumbnail; its quality was also extremely pure. Surrounding it was a ring of tiny diamonds of the same high quality.

Xiong Bao sigh, the earth move lightly as she sigh, it said okay and prepared for the worst to come, having to make the chrysanthemum and also known as a death flower by many that got unlucky picking it up take in charge of controlling his Earth power. The chrysanthemum friend shakes their leaves once again, bending their stem in a humble way and said thank you politely,'Thank you' the other plants also echoed this word. Just then, the peaceful earth suddenly move hard like having an earthquake, Xia Yu wanted to instinctively duck but after remembering it was her own command to her plants, she stopped halfway through, the male lead suffered a huge damage from her a while ago because of anger

Do you see a chrysanthemum flower carved there? Amanda's expression hardened, and her lips twitched uncontrollably. She lifted the pendant in disbelief and carefully checked the pattern carved on it. This was a pendant that she had been wearing for years. So, of course, she knew what pattern it was. Nevertheless, she still held onto the last thread of hope and decided to check one more time. Upon seeing the pattern, she nearly fainted on the spot. Just as Larissa had said, on the pendant was a vividly carved chrysanthemum!

Amnisty greeted them with a smile on her face making her cute chubby cheeks popped out. “Thank you,” Clandes replied cheerfully while Mauvais responded with a low voice. “Clandes.” All of them turned to Amavus who just went out of his room. He was bringing a book, My Journey Beyond My Imagination. The cover was removed. Clandes’ eyes widened and she came closer to him immediately to get the book but Amavus threw the book to the fireplace. “Honey!” Tina exclaimed, she didn’t know what was book all about.

I look at the weather from the window and wonder if that day had been as desolate as today. My ears hurt from the thunder outside. Each lightning strike creates an invisible dent in my heart. I look out the windshield once more. The rain continues to pour down on the hill. Letting out a sigh, I get out of my car. The bunch of chrysanthemums makes the inside of my wrist itchy. I never liked them. I hate what they symbolize. The hill is covered in lush green grass, now glistening in rain. In the field, two headstones stand out.

The flowers glowed in an ethereal way they didn't even in the daytime. It was so, so pretty. I swallowed heavily as I looked at the entire place. Stepping in, I noted that it was also quite warm. Most of my shivers stopped as we walked around together. All the flowers reminded me of the chrysanthemums he had given me the day before. The reminder brought a smile to my face as warmth crept in. “Why did you bring me here?” I asked.

I can’t believe that Hyacinth was famous because of her mother. ***Darcy*** I arrived at my son’s mansion just to receive a letter from the courier with fresh flowers. This is unexpected. The flowers are chrysanthemums. Which is usually used here in the Philippines as a flower for funerals. It wasn’t arranged like a bouquet. It was arranged in a circle, the one that was given for the funeral. I handed it to one of the guards as I went inside to read the letter. I place my purse over the coffee table in the living room. Then, I sat down as I took it out from the letter envelope.

If I faced my problems head-on, then maybe I would have been freed of it by now. “I will look into it, Winston. Go get some rest for now.” I instructed him. “Here is the remaining potion,” Winston said and handed me a small bottle. I took it from him and shut the door after me. I opened the bottle and sniffed at it a little and immediately recognized the content of the potion, I know what must have gone wrong. She must have mistook the chrysanthemum flower in my garden for the wild one. Long ago, I had replaced all the wild chrysanthemum flowers in my garden with mild ones.

She opened her eyes and turned to him. “Does chrysanthemum mean something to you?” He asked. He was dragged down to bed and he expected her to kill him but she straddled him and hugged him. She hummed like a purring cat. “Chrysanthemum must be something.” He mumbled and hugged her back. He wrestled her down and pulled the sheet. She was voluntarily kissing his chest, licking his nipples, and rubbing her hands all over his body. “I can smell your arousal, darling. Do you want it?”