Chrysanthemum Book Characters Novels & Stories

I made an organized portfolio of everything I was going to go over in class. By the time I finished, I only had a few hours left until dusk, so I started to write the next chapter in my book. I started on a new character; a female book worm who had large ambitions and an even larger heart. She made friends easily and was never judged too harshly. She was the perfect character for my male lead, a heroic gentleman who would do anything for those he loved. With her intelligence and his strengths, they can conquer anything. As I reread the dialogue I created between the characters, I realized there were a lot of similarities between these characters and Tessa and myself.

PEONY CRIMSON’S POV I closed the book in a muffled 'bam!' sound, then placed it on the table. Though I almost called it off, I forced myself to go back to the library as soon as Rose, Jasmine and Violet recovered. "It's as if someone kidnapped Violet's true self and replaced it with her current one. She's so different. What should I do?" I asked Gloria. The spine of the book she was reading stood facing me. Her face was concealed from sight.

Mama is mine. END OF CHAPTER 14

Your Beloved Mother After reading, the handwriting disappeared and replaced by new words. The title of the book, ‘Kromes Witches.’ Below the title was a bouquet of roses hand drawn. She stared at the title lost in her thoughts. Her mother wrote a book for her and now she can learn about her lineage. She turned the page, but it was blank. She turned a few more pages and they were all blank. She could not read them yet. She went back to the title page and stared at it. She stared at the roses below the title and remembered the amulet. Maybe the amulet is something I needed to read further. I felt power from it when my father gave it to me.

Emiliana Tears fell from my eyes as I read the letter word for word. I read it over and over until I had memorised it. I sniffed back the tears that rolled down my cheeks, wiping them with the back of my arm. All my feelings came flooding back to me, just when I thought I was moving on, moving forward with my life, I was knocked backwards. A shadow suddenly cast over me, blocking the sun that beamed overhead. I knew from the shape and the way the figure held himself that it was the last person I wanted to see.

“Well, literally, the woman led astray. It’s based on Alexander Dumas’s book, La Dame aux Camelias.” I opened the strange book Roxy gave me. It was torn from several places, most of its pages were unrecognizable, it was all tattered and torn but some of its pages were still intact. From the first look of it I can tell it was more than hundred years old. Roxy handled it with care as I can clearly saw how she had tried to bind it. I flipped through the pages. I can’t understand anything as expected. After I turned to the twenty page, I saw a white page stapled with the main page of the book. my first guess was that it was Roxy’s writing.

I also saw that he pick up some white Chrysanthemums and suddenly thought to suggest. "As far as I can remember my grandma said that white chrysanthemums symbolize loyalty and honesty, am I right?" I said while picking a white flower and smelling it. He did not say a word and continued to take flowers. It's pretty embarrassing that I even spoke. I wasn't answered, I better just talk to the flowers maybe they'll respond.

Several Weeks Later Jasper slowly eased his body onto its side. Mimicking sleep, he intently listened to the conversation between a young woman named, Cora, and the old nurse he’d heard called both Bess and Smithfield. He’d assumed that her true name was Elizabeth Smithfield with Bess being the nick name for Elizabeth, but names were funny things. He’d noticed the increasing pattern of nick names or abbreviated names being given to children at birth by parents wanting to be different. Therefore, he could have been incorrect on that assumption.

I follow the droplets till my eyes lay on a frightful sight. My heart sinks as I see an unconscious Rosemary with blood running from her nose , her dress dirtied by the earths soil – she looks so fragile , like a hurt puppy. I gently scooped her up and made my way to the hall – So many questions are running through my mind ; who did this? Did she maybe fall? Who would want to hurt such an innocent person? No matter what I thought , one thing was very clear – I will kill the person who has done this!

“We did it. All of us. The Archivist, who planted the first memory-flower. Seren, who wrote the names. Aldric, who held the line. You, who waited centuries.” Morwen took her hand. “And you, who stayed.” The flower—the watcher’s hope—pulsed, and the garden was full of light. --- The story was not over. The story was just beginning. End of Chapter 194