Chrysanthemum Characters Novels & Stories

She opened her eyes and turned to him. “Does chrysanthemum mean something to you?” He asked. He was dragged down to bed and he expected her to kill him but she straddled him and hugged him. She hummed like a purring cat. “Chrysanthemum must be something.” He mumbled and hugged her back. He wrestled her down and pulled the sheet. She was voluntarily kissing his chest, licking his nipples, and rubbing her hands all over his body. “I can smell your arousal, darling. Do you want it?”

Ethan stops mid-sentence and looks, which she finds satisfying in the particular way of someone whose descriptions have been trusted enough to act on. "You weren't exaggerating," he says. "I never exaggerate about cities," she says. "I have too much professional respect for them." They walk the north path with the late afternoon light coming through the blossoms — pink and white and the particular translucent quality of petals lit from behind — and Valentina thinks about the version of herself who ran this path every morning for eighteen months and never once stopped to look at the cherry trees. Not because they weren't worth looking at. Because she was always moving toward the next thing.

A very gentle chrysanthemum scent picked by the careful magical hands of his fairies. Unbreakable Lord Martin felt different for the first time. The usual animosity that he feels whenever a human is entering his den, changes into a sheepish beast. This nervousness that he feels when a woman entered his garden is the same feeling after being awake from a strange dream of a woman in a white dress. Which until now he cannot forget. That unexplainable overwhelming feeling caught his emotions in between.

It was—just more thoughtful than I would have imagined Zac to be. Zac looked at me again. He licked his lips. "Why did you get named after a flower?" He peered at me with warm eyes—filled with curiosity and intrigue. I had never seen that from him before. I looked at him for a second before looking back at the road. I smiled faintly. "Uh—jasmines were my mom's favourite flowers." I exhaled sharply, keeping my eyes trained on the road. "They were my, the flower he got on all her birthdays and other holidays. She loved them—so when I was born, I got the name."

He asked. “I did promise to tell you didn’t I? The chrysanthemum is the flower of death,” she began, pointing to the largest flower, and Chris held his breath. Maybe he shouldn’t have asked, but she was actually smiling. “But I found out in Australia, they call it ‘mum’ and give it as a Mother’s Day gift.” “Really?” “Yeah. When I heard about it, the flower became pretty special to me.” “And the other one?” He asked, tracing the smaller flower that composed her black and grey tattoo.

“If this is another wild goose chase, I swear I will leave the lot of you.” “How many times have you said that? And yet, you always come back to us,” said by the one with blue hair in a lazy tone. “Don’t worry. Because according to the information I found, we’re in the right place.” The gray-haired guy tsked. “And how many times have we encountered trouble because of that information of yours?” “We’re definitely in the right place,” said by another, the one with chestnut brown hair. “Can’t you smell the air? It’s filled with the scent of night-blooming flowers,” he said excitedly to the others.

"The past is what lies beneath the present that results to a secret, Daisy" Myrtle, Gladioli 1907 "A long time ago, afloat her elflock hair. a bouquet, expergafactor as I say." "A man that daunts, how cruel one can be. A Thistle like them, what a say." "Do you know how I agonies? plagiarized the heart. Agate is the one, awiht may ensue." "Chrysanthemum is the bed,

It was as good a place as any to start working up that friendship Max had wanted. Putting all my focus on this task, I removed the dead things, burning them into a crisp to avoid wastage, then I brought forth some bulbs from the underworld. Planting them into the pot, I then used my powers to bring forth some water from outside, and used it to give life to the soil and bulbs. Within moments, and thanks to my powers, the pot was soon alive with several fire-red and yellow Chrysanthemum flowers. Admiring my work, I nodded. Max would have to appreciate this.

She held her breath for a while before losing her composure and shouting, "For goodness sake!" Reese was dumbfounded, unsure of why Liora would shout at him. "Don't you like these flowers? I picked them myself…" Liora could not bear it anymore. "Chrysanthemums are for the dead! Am I dead?" Reese immediately looked at the flowers. When he snapped out of it, he immediately threw them behind him. "I'm sorry, Lia. I'm not so good at this… I thought the wild chrysanthemums were fine…" Reese said.

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.