Chess Flowering Heart Novels & Stories

Summer arrived at Everdene with a voluptuous, breathless heat. The Heart Garden, under Imogen’s devoted care, began to repay her efforts tenfold. The ancient roses, freed from their weedy shackles, exploded into a second, spectacular bloom. The air in the walled garden thickened with their perfume, a heady cocktail of honey, spice, and citrus that was almost intoxicating.

asked Prince Lucas. “This is Aconitum napellus, the poison of the monkshood flower, slowly this poison can make the heart rate slow down and die. But luckily Prince Axton is still fine. I can help heal prince Axton, but not now, I have to collect medicinal herbs for healing.” Lucas sighed, not expecting anyone to have the heart to do something like this to Axton.

I breathe, carefully taking them with both hands. His smile is soft, proud. “I hoped you’d like them. I grow them in the greenhouses the witches maintain. They're called hellebores. That one’s Fire and Ice, and the other’s Onyx Odyssey. I figured you’d want something different—something no other guy’s ever given you.” I grab a vase from the cabinet, fill it with water, and place the flowers inside. Then I turn, walk up to him, cup his face in both hands—and kiss the hell out of him.

Matthew didn’t further pursue the matter, [“All right, then. I can’t force you anyway.” “Ok, thank you.” Upon returning to where her father was, she saw that he was standing in front of his beloved plants to which she smiled. If things go well, his heart palpitations will rarely happen as long as he controls his emotions and doesn’t overreact. “Pa, what kind of flower is this?” “Hm, that’s Lilac while this one is Daphne. That one with yellow and brown mixed was the sunflower. Do you remember that time?”

I say in a low chuckle. “Yes, Kensington. I’m sorry,” she chuckles. “Should we leave down, or—” “Yes, indeed.” I rise to my feet, unboxing the tiny bottle of perfume that cost twenty times my salary, and I have to actively squeeze the price tag, hiding it from Cherry. Fleur d’Obsession Flower of obsession. My heart skips a beat. That’s not all; the dark green bottle has an engraving on it. Jas-MINE. Heat shoots up my spine.

We arrive at Stefano's hotel suite, and he leads me straight to the bedroom. When he opens the door, I gasp softly. The room is bathed in warm, flickering candlelight, and the air is heavy with the scent of roses. Rose petals are scattered across the crisp white bedsheets, creating a scene straight out of a romantic fantasy. "Stefano, what is all this?" I ask, my voice filled with wonder as I take in the romantic tableau before me.

he asked which caused me to open my eyes and feel the rapid beating of his heart. "Yeah," I answered. "A Glacia's heart is not beating, Fhyra," I freed myself from his embrace when I heard him. "What do you mean? Is that bad for you?! What shall we do--" "Shhh," He said as he took me back into his arms to calm me. "A Glacia's heart is frozen until it found it's soulmate," he said which made my eyes bulge. "You see, Princess? All I need is the touch of your flaming heart to melt my frozen one." he said sincerely which made my heart constrict because of too much happiness.

His heart suddenly clenched with pain. Persephone cherished the streets of Flinge, particularly the unknown little colorful and vibrant flowers blooming by the roadside. She claimed these flowers were never seen in Centrolis. After confirming they were unattended, she secretly plucked a bunch and turned them into dried flowers. Each day, she would beam at the flowers with a bright smile.

Chapter 58 – Great surprise. We reach the Greathouse Garden also known as the Flower heart. I walk into the Garden there’s a box a bit bigger than the last one. I open it. A puzzle? Damn she is giving me work on top of it. I build the puzzle. it says «ROSES ARE RED, VIOLETS ARE BLUE INSIDE OF ME TWO HEARTS BEAT FOR YOU» What is up with these clues. They all about hearts? Two hearts? Is it because she has my heart? I think something is wrong with my wife. The driver hands me another Note

Vernon had returned, looking exhausted. He was even holding a bouquet of fresh flowers. He walked toward me with no trace of guilt or remorse. "Avril, I brought you your favorite roses." Red roses represented sincere and passionate love. Right now, those flowers looked like a joke in Vernon's hands. I accepted the roses. Thinking that I was no longer angry, Vernon began to explain. "It's Peggy Cahill. She's been diagnosed with bone cancer. All she wants is to marry me.