Chess Flowering Heart Novels & Stories

She was just a mafia Princess a few hours ago and now she was feeling like a real fairytale Princess. Her heart almost stopped when she reached a particular section of the garden. It had a collection of stargazer lilies planted in a heart-shaped manner. “They are my favorite” she gushed, her eyes glued to the beautiful big white heart made of flowers that she adored. “I know. It was your favorite since you were a kid” he remarked. A million emotions choked her at that moment and she knew that she will regret it if she doesn’t say it to him right away.

The Blood Moon Flower. That rare, haunting blossom that only opened under the Blood Moon. Wrapped in legend. Linked to love, loyalty, and loss. I couldn't imagine crafting a potion about love without it. And so, “Heart’s Covenant” was born. Its core was the flower's scent... metallic, sharp, yet oddly comforting. The rest built around it. Powdered moonstone for clarity. Phoenix tears... symbolic but potent... for passion. Purified morning dew for new beginnings. Each step was careful. Precious. The black-bound grimoire Lucian had given me on Valentine’s Day sat by my elbow, open and waiting. Its pages were already filling with notes and runes. Just touching it made me feel closer to him.

she commented and took the porcelain to see Izabella who was obviously not happy, tear open her gift and screamed out loud dropping the gift on the ground and drawing everyone’s attention to herself “What’s wrong?” Queen Alice asked standing up in a panic They all turn to see what she saw inside the box and everyone’s mouth fell open in shock at the cruel gift on the ground, it is a painting of a white withering orchid flower, it symbolizes loss of fetus “You evil…” Izabella shrieks shock of the word to use

“Just as it should be, and it will be, every day of your life from now on.” My limbs turn to water. He’s got me in the palms of his hands and he knows it. He can smell my arousal and see the dreamy expression on my face. “Want to see the plants before we get too carried away?” His comment throws me for a loop and endears him to me. “You’ve got me curious.” He helps me stand and shows me several of his plants. Flowering quince. Bleeding hearts. Foamflowers. I had no idea these plants even existed. Their fragrance makes my senses swim, and he cuts flowers from each plant to give to me.

She held out a stunning arrangement, moonflowers in full bloom, their white petals luminous in the moonlight, arranged in an ornate crystal vase. My breath caught. Moonflowers. My absolute favorite, from the gardens I used to tend before everything fell apart. "There's a card," the omega added, placing the arrangement on the ceremonial table nearby. Riguel squeezed my hand, gave me a gentle smile. Permission to pause the ceremony for this moment. I moved to the flowers, pulled out the small card tucked among the blooms. The handwriting was Riguel's: For the queen of my heart, who I should have protected, and now I get to protect and love you forever. —Riguel

Just his eyes burning into mine. He was for a fourteen year old. I let him into my life, he held on the bumpy ride. I put up my first flower on the wall that day, next to a butterfly. It was a rose.

I planned on what I'd do in Thailand and finding someone wasn't on my list at all. When I was at the airport I took the box she gave me and opened it. It was a gold watch, it was similar to the one she always have on. I took it to my face and it smelled like her. God it was it exactly. I turned it around and found that it was engraved with a heart and inside was written MY HEART.. "She has good taste.. I wanna see her when you come back." I laughed at Paris, "not happening.. I love you."

I knew my mom would be pissed that I was even considering marrying this man, but the thought of him with someone else made a ball of furious rage form in my chest. I swallow as we stop in front of a high entry way covered by hanging flowers. "Have fun, Lady Delilah." I smile at Chepi and walk through the flowers. Here we go. The greenhouse was probably twenty feet by twenty feet, with rounded edges rather than squared like the rest of the rooms. The ceiling was replaced with a crisscrossing wood pattern, no glass though, just vines and flowers and moss climbing over the wood. I wondered if it'd form a natural roof one day. The sides of the room have rows of seedlings just barely sprouting, f

All too happy to break the eye-connection. She could feel his heat behind her with every step, a constant reminder of his potent presence. They strolled leisurely along a winding stone path, the garden unfolding before them like a vibrant tableau of color. Tall, ivy-clad walls enclosed the space, creating an intimate haven that seemed to shut out the outside world. The garden was carefully arranged, with symmetrical beds overflowing with medicinal herbs, fragrant flowers, and useful plants like lavender, chamomile, and rosemary. Emeriel pointed to a bed of vibrant blue blossoms. "These are borage flowers, Your Grace. Not only are they beautiful, but they are also known to uplift the spirit.

hesitated for a moment, lowering her eyes to the notebook she held as though it were a shield protecting her from the world. How could she hand over a piece of her heart, represented by her words, to someone she felt such hatred toward? But she soon gave in. She quietly extended the notebook toward "Nancy", her movements hesitant, as though she wished she could take it back. "Nancy" took the notebook gently, as if she were handling a precious treasure. She looked at it for a moment before opening it and flipping through the pages, her eyes moving over the carefully written lines. A genuine smile appeared on her lips.