Chrysanthemum Book Online Novels & Stories

He doesn’t think long before choosing a neat bouquet of white chrysanthemums, they are perfect for the occasion. Down the street again, he stops at a roadside bar, a stack of cold bottles glints under the dim light, and Reid grabs one, sliding it across with the flowers when he gets back to the car. Beer for him while he chats or something while the chrysanthemums are for them. Balance, in its strange way.

Artemisia had briefly forgotten that that day wasn't normal, she's starting to realize, and think, that maybe she's not the one who's going crazy. The girl approached the shelves and Helga's voice danced again in her mind. "The navy blue cover book will tell you a story, I can't tell you which one, only the book is entitled to that." Artemisia didn't understand, but soon found the book near the second door. It was a heavy book, but not as thick as expected. It had a glow reminiscent of sunbeams touching the greenish water of a river or lake. It also had nymphs drawn on the cover and side of the leaves.

After putting Xiema to sleep, I quietly step out of her room. As I carefully close the door behind me, I catch the wonderful aroma of morning glory. I glance down in awe at the trail of Heavenly Blue morning glories scattered across the hallway floor. Their azure-blue trumpet-shaped petals are open, showcasing their white and yellow throats as their fragrance perfumes the air and brings a smile to my face.

Occasionally, the flame emerged, casting bright and warm hues. Despite this, his demeanor remained frigid. Next to him, laid a bunch of white chrysanthemums. The eerie combination made passersby repeatedly turn their heads. Is a mob boss paying a visit to a friend in the hospital? And he even brought white chrysanthemums? Slowing her pace, Maisie considered stepping back to evade the person's gaze. Yet, the man's eyes had already locked onto her. Jonathan narrowed his dark eyes. "Where are you going?"

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 moment my fingertips touched the carving— The world disappeared. Blood. So much blood. White wolves knelt in enormous stone circles. Hundreds of them. Priestesses. Each wore flowing crimson robes instead of white. A woman stood before them. Her hair was completely white. Except for crimson streaks running through it like fire. Her eyes... They were mine. She smiled sadly. "The last daughter has come." I couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. She walked toward me. "You have waited long enough." "Who are you?"

Ethan thought for a moment then replied, "Clear chrysanthemums only grow in spring at the foot of Mount Namika. And the other ingredients of the potion, such as the woody roots of special plants, are difficult to collect in winter." "You mean, we have to wait until winter is over?" asked Emily who was answered with a nod by Ethan. "Emily, no human has ever been proven to have found a clear chrysanthemum flower before this, and I don't know for sure if it really exists or if it's just a rumor." "I'll be the first one to prove that the flower exists, Ethan, I'll look for it everywhere." "Getting to Mount Namika is never as easy as you think, Emily. The threat is too great," the young man press

My eyes caught the purple chrysanthemums and I felt drawn to it “I’ll keep these ones.” She raised a brow, “Odd choice but okay.” She picked up some roses and stepped out of the apartment. I dropped the chrysanthemums on the table and put them in a vase. “I’ll never forget a woman like you.” His words echoed in my mind. He called me unforgettable. I scoffed. Of course he’d say that. They all did. He was a man after all. I knew this game all too well. They’d love bomb you, leave you hooked and then rip out your heart and disappear.

" It had been ages since Tristan had given Madeline anything. Hence, he was certain she'd be moved by the gesture. Madeline, however, merely stared at the bouquet. She noticed how the petals had already started to droop, and a bitter laugh caught in her throat. Was she so pathetic that he thought he could humiliate her like this? Tristan hadn't even bought the bouquet for her. It was meant for Regina. She had already seen it in Regina's video earlier. And now, he was handing the flowers to her like he was doing her a favor. Did he really think she was worth nothing more than trash?

She confessed almost immediately under questioning. She claimed the pill she had given Adrian was something she had spent a fortune on and bought from a self-proclaimed holy man at an old chapel in a remote village. She insisted she only wanted to cure him and had no idea it was poisonous.