Book Chrysanthemum Novels & Stories

I stopped when I saw what I was looking for. “That flower is worth twenty dollars, Miss.” I nodded at the florist and took out the bill in my wallet. “Thank you,” I mouthed while staring at the bouquet that I’m holding. Her favorite flower is chrysanthemum. She’s like the flower. Beautiful, cheerful, and pure. My fingertips touched the petals of the flowers. I took a deep breath and then walked towards the inside of the cemetery. It’s not that crowded because it’s September. It’s almost our semester break though. I smelled the bouquet and smiled when I arrived at her grave.

Long fingers, pale, elegant, with calluses from turning pages, not scrolling X. My eyes dart down. Oh. My. God. There’s a bulge in my pants. Not, like, a subtle one either. I’m packing, and it’s not a metaphor. “No way,” I whisper, my voice low, smooth, and definitely not mine. It’s like velvet wrapped in frost, Cillian Veyne’s voice. I’m in his body. I’m in Thorns of Desire. My fangirl heart does a backflip, but my brain’s screaming, What the actual fuck?!

I approach cautiously, trying not to disturb her slumber. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I glance at the computer screen in front of her. The document displayed on the screen is titled "Fragrance of Love." My heart skips a beat as I realize that this must be the copy of the book she was working on, the one named after the scent of Tuberose. Could it be that Ema is Tuberose?

~RUBY I opened my eyes and the first thing that struck me was the wrongness of it all. My body felt wrong. I felt slow and sluggish, like I was dragging myself through mud just to move. I've only ever felt this way when I come in touch with something. A flower. Chrysanthemums. Damnit. After managing to sit up, I found a very puffy eyed Ella dozing on a chair beside my bed. I reached out to touch her.

“What about you, Mary?” “I can’t imagine why anyone would be looking for me,” she said with a shrug. “And I work for you now. So I’ll do whatever you want.” “How do you have any money when you’re dead?” Rome asked her. “Bart moved all of my money before I died. It looks like I gave it all to charities before I killed myself. All of your money is in a new account, too,” she added. “Wait--I have money?” Rome asked.

I squinted my eyes and glared at her. Tentatively, she removed the paper cover of her book. Underneath was a far cry from the gently paper cover. The paper cover had a street with cherry blossoms blooming on each side. The title ‘Never Apart’ indicated a soft romance. The ‘real’ book cover, the one hidden under cherry blossoms was a half naked man, He had no shirt and showed tight muscles. all over his torso were tattoos His hand enclosed the throat of a blonde girl, she was dressed in a shirt probably his because of how large it is. Her head is thrown back in obvious pleasure and the title is ‘Choke me Harder.’ Definitely nothing a sophisticated young miss should read.

He strode closer towards me while hiding something behind his back. "Flowers for my beautiful wife." He gave me a quick kiss, and the flowers smelled so beautiful as I accepted them. It's a double purple chrysanthemum mixed with pink roses and baby breath. Enzo remembers that I love this combination, and these are my favorites. When I was in Sorrento, I had chrysanthemums in my backyard in mixed different colors. Chrysanthemums are mother's love flowers. They bloom in May, Mother's Day month, and they're beautiful. Every color has its scent except for the white ones.

Joseph's gaze fell upon the bouquet in her arms. A large cluster of white roses, surrounded by snow-white chrysanthemums as decoration. Elianna gently placed the flowers on the bedside and casually played with them, saying, "Where did these flowers bring bad luck?" Her fingers landed on the petals of the white rose, "This is a white rose, symbolizing respect. Mr. Kensington risked his own safety to save my life, and I respect him. As for this white chrysanthemum, it grows in the soil but can bloom such pure white flowers. Its language of flowers is purity."

"Allow me to help. What is the title?" "Hamlet," the female vampire murmured sheepishly. Maxim towered over Esper as he scanned the titles on the top shelves. Reaching over her, Maxim grabbed the worn hardcover book with ease. Turning Esper around to face him, Maxim gave her the book. "Thanks." Hugging the book to her chest, Esper smiled at Maxim. Ducking under his arms, the young woman walked over to her couch. She set the book down on a side table and then walked to a cabinet, pulling out a dark-colored glass bottle and two wine glasses.

The teacher said and Oorvi nodded holding the flower bouquet in her hands and took few deep breaths She just said she won't faint now because her head started to spin badly. She drank some more water to calm herself. She walked towards the guest and hand him the bouquet with a small smile and said " Welcome to our college Mr..." she could not complete her sentence as suddenly everything turned black around her as she lost her consciousness despite trying hard to stay awake and got saved by… ********************** Excited to know what happened next? Next chapter will be published soon enough Till then Leave reviews on the book and comment on the chap