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Having left with nothing to say over this statement , Carol just nodded her head in agreement . The empress just wanted to read the book from beginning . But as she was just about to do it , she remembered the words of the man who was frequently visiting her dreams these days that she had to only read the contents of page No. 715 and the summon the P2 Guide Werewolf. Thus suppressing her curiosity , she just flipped the pages which were all blank and were dusky white in color giving off the appearance like the book was more than 20 centuries old. She didn't know up to where she had to scroll because there were not even the numbers over the pages. But as she was scrolling, abruptly there was

And because they were the only flowers still blooming in November, when memorials were held for those who had contributed to the reorganization, they had become associated with mourning. You could admire them. However, if you handed someone a bouquet of chrysanthemums as a gift, you were practically asking to be punched in the face. Hence, Elara's reaction genuinely confused him. Amnesia or not, had she really forgotten something so basic? Giana had been watching Elara cradle the chrysanthemums with undisguised delight. Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head. "Elara, throw those away." Ignoring the pain in her chest, she stepped up beside Oscar. Only moments ago, she had been thinking about

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.

I stopped when I saw what I was looking for. “That flower is worth twenty dollars, Miss.” I nodded at the florist and took out the bill in my wallet. “Thank you,” I mouthed while staring at the bouquet that I’m holding. Her favorite flower is chrysanthemum. She’s like the flower. Beautiful, cheerful, and pure. My fingertips touched the petals of the flowers. I took a deep breath and then walked towards the inside of the cemetery. It’s not that crowded because it’s September. It’s almost our semester break though. I smelled the bouquet and smiled when I arrived at her grave.

It was such an interesting story! I stood up and search for more and found a book in another aisle. I started reading it until I got pulled in. It was wonderful! "Unknown was the name it called it really became untold. A White Chrysanthemum was torn, that lies the truth inside." "A Savory flower they grow, that interests grow to the hidden. A bud of Tarragon grew, lasting their feelings." "They gave a Daisy to the eccentric saying, I will never tell you.

She nod her head before I walk away to scan for books. "I hope there is that book that Dawson was referring to." I murmured to myself. I do not want to believe him when he said that I can only buy that book in New York. What an expensive outlet of reference he got there, that boo-hoo. Instead of finding that big book on the hardbound section, I notice a colorful book with green as a dominant on its book cover and its title kinds of catch my attention. "Buy Yourself the Fcking Lilies?" I murmured and started opening the book pages and saw some notes which made me conclude that it is a self-help book.

I approach cautiously, trying not to disturb her slumber. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I glance at the computer screen in front of her. The document displayed on the screen is titled "Fragrance of Love." My heart skips a beat as I realize that this must be the copy of the book she was working on, the one named after the scent of Tuberose. Could it be that Ema is Tuberose?

“You have caught my attention, carry on.” “Whether the portals are real or not is another story, but do know the letter he sent to King Armand and the pages I once saw, were real. I want to know if Armand is truly in possession of this book, if not then…” He pauses to look me over. “Find this book for me and I can explain everything to you, as well as what you are.” “What I am?” I frown, “You are no ordinary werecat Sir Crimson, I’m sure you are aware of that, but I can help you discover who and what you really are. An exchange of information, the book I believe is Cambiador for all the knowledge I have on a hybrid like yourself.”

she said softly, plaiting my hair into a high style to ensure tomorrow’s ringlets. I lit a candle lantern, picking up my book from the nightstand. Settling into the covers and leaning back into the pillows I gasped as opening the book saw a shower of petals fall onto my lap. Petals fluttered down, he must have taken from the Tarrick greenhouses. Their scent rushed up at me from the pages as they scattered. Delicate, fragrant, precious flecks of pinks, red and white fell upon my lap. I could not stop smiling as I softly touched the beautiful gift.