Burning Flower Novels & Stories

Flora immediately placed herself between the three sisters and her daughter, raising the sanaria branch in the air and threatening to hit any of the three sisters who attempt to step forward. “Aaahh! It hurts!” cried one of the three sisters, holding her arm tightly against her body. Flora saw the patch of skin on her arm scalded as if touched by fire. She realized that it was the same area that was touched by the sanaria branch. “Stay away from that wretched branch she’s holding!” said another sister, pointing to the firewood that Flora held in her hand. “Are you alright, dear sister?” one the women asked her sister.

She was hoping for him to say something, but he never did. "I guess you're right," Ahankara smiled back, before sighing. "That's just how fate works." She looked at Yashvir with tender eyes and a soft smile. "Flames, no matter how dangerous, always seem to be drawn towards roses." - - - - - -

I told him smiling and sat inside the car As soon the car started I let my tears flow down that I was holding back there. You are like Flames Aarhan Sheerazi and you are perfectly burning the Rose aka me in ashes every day . Your every action and word burns me a little bit more than it did in the past. It did in the past also now it does. I do not know when I will be able to get immune from you but I hope that will not be too late for me. *************************** Zeenat's pov "Bhabhi jaan what are you doing?" I asked Oorvi Bhabhi jaan who is doing something

He said. “Hmm…” I hummed as I blushed listening to him. “At that moment I was hit with inspiration and wrote a song about you. It needs more work to reach perfection but do you wanna hear it?” he asked me. “Okay,” I said excitedly. “What’s the title?” I asked him. “It’s called, ‘You are my FLAME’.” He answered with a smile watching me getting all excited. “What does that mean?” “Well, FLAME is an acronym. Each word denotes something.” Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his.

Then , lady June smiled and welcomed me to their garden. Their garden was full of sunflowers , it's like a field in the villages with dragonflies surrounding it . Their mansion was surrounded by Boston ivy ( a shrub plant) . It's marvelous . I love this cool atmosphere. Then , I saw a angel , that's ORKHIS ANEMONE , the villainess, she has a long , shiny , silky Black hair with her purple eyes sparkles whenever She's excited . her pink lips are fluffy , if I were a male lead , I'll be her slave .

"Hel..." "I want you in my room now!" The boss ordered. How much she hated his commanding attitude. "Haaahhh! I will kill you." She screamed and stormed out of the room, stamping her feet very hard on the ground. Xander chuckled when he saw her reaction after the phone call. 'She is such a wild flower' There was a loud bang on the door. He knew that it was only Ariande that would do that. "Don't pull down my door as you did my car." He shouted to her hearing. She opened the door and barged in.

Stacey replies. "Mia said that she would come later," Jess said, as they walked together. **I hope she doesn't** May thought. "No way!! Guys come to check this out" one of the blonde from another class called and in answer, they went towards her. "Hey girl, what's up," Stacey asked "It's Linda" she replied. "Sorry, Linda! What's up?" Jess corrects herself. "This plant, it's a_ an Asterian flame Lily or blood flower," Linda says as she plucks the red flower with golden yellow pollen buds.

“I fell sick and was unable to attend.” “Well, now you can pay your respect.” Gavin silently agreed. His eyes settled on the stone again, his view on it now different now that he knows its purpose. His eyes fall on the flowers surrounding it. The flowers are admittedly beautiful, but why? “Aster,” the alpha suddenly spoke again. “Sorry?” Gavin asked, confused. “That’s the name of the purple flower,” the alpha supplied. “You wanted to know why it’s chosen?” did Gavin say that out loud?

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

The smell of burning leaves and flowers stab at my nose, the smoke pokes my eyes as I lean on my knees with the effort. What was that? I look up, expecting a proper berating, Cyran's horrified look, anything totally unwelcome. But I'm not ready for what I see. The flames that swirl before us in their dance upwards are a spectrum of enchanting colours, and the smoke fades as I watch. We all stare, transfixed as the rexume burns, rainbow on the ground, fire on magic, beauty masking the madness.