Burning Flower Novels & Stories

I asked her as I wiped the trail of that one tear that trailed down her cheek as I held her image in my eyes with all the love I possessed in my entire frame. "I do." Flower said in a broken voice as she nodded her head, lightly. "So, I make you trust. Trust that I'll be here. Right here by your side. Dead or alive. Breathing or not. Waking or sleeping. I'll be right there when you turn to your side. You don't even have to turn around for it to make sure I'm there, flower. Because you'll feel me. You'll feel me best when you walk. You'll feel me when you breathe. You'll feel me when you sleep. You'll feel me when you feel like it's all becoming too much and you can't take it."

They launch at me all at the same time, I take off running and they are hot on my trail, I am trying to get back to where a lot of the creatures are gathered so I can get them all in one go, I close in on the swarm and after ensuring no one from our side is in the midst. Piper stops at the centre of them and howl, they all run towards me and we wait until they are close enough before releasing our Fire Flower flames, the flames shoot out from my feet and spreads out like it’s running on gasoline and engulf them all including the four from our side, I trained with them so I feel very sad to lose them but their screams and pained howls filled the air as they all burn to death.

I teetered, nearly toppling over from the force. I was a hair's breadth from face-planting into the stove. Desperately, I grabbed at him. With all my might, I threw myself to the side. Thankfully, it was just the kettle that went tumbling. Scalding water splashed over my foot and scalded Wade's arm. Yvonne returned at that exact moment, candle in hand, to catch the tail end of our scuffle. Wade, seeing her, immediately howled, "Ah, my arm, it burns!"

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."

Unfortunately, the happy times were long behind them. Cassiopeia took out the pictures and tore off Lucas's figure from each one of them before throwing them into the trash can. Anya and she were the only ones that remained. Halfway through packing, she caught the whiff of a repulsive smell. She frowned instinctively. When she went to open the door, the smell grew sharper. When she had taken a few steps forward, she was hit with a heavy wave of nausea and almost lost her balance. She staggered a few steps before planting herself against the wall. Her head felt like mud.

Just like me, I guess. I let go of Alina's hand for a moment. I didn't want to, but I had to change. The smell of alcohol was still strong, clinging to me from the glass I was holding when it spilled all over my shirt. It happened the second I rushed in to pull Alina away from that crowd of guys at the bar.

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.

The ending created by silly words lost its weight at this point. I hovered above the bookmark sign at the top right corner of the screen before clicking on it. The menu popped up, and I chose to delete the book from my homepage. A notification popped up at the center of the screen. [Are you sure you want to delete the book? This process is irreversible.] I clicked confirm. The progress bar completed in a flash, and the book vanished without a trace from my homepage. Ding! My phone lit up. I received a text. [Processing complete. You have received 10,000,000 dollars into your bank account for completing the S-Rank mission!]

The veins on his neck popped up as pure, unadulterated lust pooled in them. Just a mere innocent touch of her virgin lips incited a swirl of fatal desire inside him. Meshing their lips together, Adrian didn't give her time and started devouring her. Those pink, beautiful petals resembled juicy fresh cherries. Even being dry, they couldn't hide their ripeness and quell his urge to taste them.

I did not waste breath arguing, because the flower stall behind us had already gone up in a sheet of orange flame, smoke rolling thick across the market square while vendors scattered screaming in every direction, and somewhere in that chaos Marisol stood frozen, staring at the fire consuming the only life she had ever known, her mouth open around a sound that would not come. “Kieran, the flames are not natural,” I said, grabbing his arm hard enough to bruise, my own fear having nothing to do with heat or smoke and everything to do with the color licking along the edges of the blaze. “Look at the color. That is wolfsbane fire. Someone wanted this stall burned specifically, not the whole mark