Chrysanthemum Garden Bl Novels & Stories

Chapter 61 Zara's POV Outside Alpha Damon's room, I could finally get a personal view of that magnificent garden sitting in the compound. There was a path separating the two sides of the garden. It was almost a little too big for a garden, as it covered almost an entire plot. The garden had rows of roses, tulips and lilies and so many exotic breeds I could not recognise. It was a perfect combination of so many different colours- red, white, blue, yellow, splattered all over the place.

Keira POV As I approached the back door garden of the castle, I was immediately struck by the lovely plants that surrounded me. The crisp air of early autumn is infused with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the gentle rustling of fallen leaves underfoot. Golden yellow chrysanthemums nodded lazily in the breeze, while deep purple asters sway gently alongside delicate pink and white carnations. Clusters of tall, spiky purple Liatris added height and drama to the garden, and the bright red of scarlet sage blooms added a vibrant pop of color.

the woman asked in a confused tone. “No ma'am you've done nothing wrong. I'm looking for a particular type of rose, the white rose specifically. Do you have them in your collection.” Jones asked looking serious. The woman noticed the sudden change in his countenance while he asked this question. As she delayed a bit before finally giving her response. "Yes detective, I had only two plants and I sold them two weeks ago" “May I ask who you sold them to” Detective Jones replied. “It was a young woman in her twenties, she looked rich and was extremely beautiful, she really looked like my late daughter. I think she said something about gifting it to a friend” the woman replied with confidence.

I was surprised to perennial plants with bright yellow flowers in his garden. "It seems that you're really interested in plants" "Yes, You're Highness, I was surprised to see them here. In my world, we call these Angelita Daisies. My grandmother planted these in her ba-g-garden! Yellow flowers make her happy plus, it can withstand sub-freezing temperatures and tolerates punishing heat" Whew! I was confused for a moment there. I'm more comfortable in speaking American English than British English. I was about to say backyard when the term that they use here is the garden.

Callie was taking a walk in a beautiful garden with Damon, both of them laughing hard at whatever story he had just finished telling. The sound of their shared laughter echoed through the space, light and carefree. The garden was stunning with rows upon rows of different flowers in every color imaginable, their petals bright and healthy under warm sunlight. Callie kept stopping to admire them, bending down to pick the ones she particularly liked. She gathered a small bouquet in her hands… purple lavender, white jasmine, pink roses, each one more beautiful than the last.

They couldn't look away from each other's faces. The garden was decorated with various species of flowers of different colors. From Claire's favorite Frangipanis to Lillies. Hyacinths to Lilacs. Tulips to Buttercups. Periwinkles to cosmos. And lots and lots of gypsophila adding beauty to their surroundings.

Archard's Perspective There is a gazebo in the back of my garden shaded by Virginia creeper, climbing roses, and a white pine where I sit early in the morning and watch the action. Light blue bells of a dwarf campanula drift over the rock garden just before my eyes. Behind it, a three-foot stand of aconite is flowering now, each dark blue cowl-like corolla bowed for worship or intrigue: thus its common name, monkshood. Next to the aconite, black madonna lilies with their seductive Easter scent are just coming into bloom. At the back of the garden, a hollow log, used in its glory days for a base to split kindling, now spills white cascade petunias and lobelia.

Daphne says. “And if it’s hard to get…” “We can grow it easily.” I look at Meadow. “Yarrow, for sure,” she says. “We can grow that.” “Super easy.” “Rue?” I ask. “Oh, yes, definitely!” “Anything else?” “How about Mugwort?” I ask. Blossom begins clapping, bouncing up and down in the air. “We’ll have it grown in a couple of days!” “A couple of days?” Meadow asks. “The sprites are incredible when it comes to gardens. Next time you’re in Safe Haven pack, have the sprites show you the garden there. It’s amazing.”

When Kayla saw the chrysanthemums in her room, the first thing she did was throw them out. "What’s all this rubbish? I don't need cheap stuff in my room!" These flowers could be found everywhere in the garden!

Liam would never let me near those. And he doesn’t. Because it isn’t a rose garden at all. It’s hydrangeas. Everywhere. Dozens of them, in every colour—blue, pink, white, violet—spilling over the edges of neat paths and climbing up trellises. “Wow,” I whisper, reaching out to touch a blue one. “They’re gorgeous, right? Took my breath away too.” I nearly jump out of my skin. Spinning around, my shock melts into disbelief, then delight.