Cordelia Flower Novels & Stories

Dwight said while smiling. The elder nodded with relaxing beam. "Yes please tell her. And also," he looked at his assistant, Isaac, before he added few words. "Please give this flower to Maxine." Isaac, who is standing at the side, then placed a bouquet of flower on the table. The 8-petals flower has a rich deep brown color. This is the first time Dwight saw this kind of flower. "This flower's name is Chocolate Cosmos,” Lanceil introduced to the curious young man. “Beside it's color, it emits fragrance of chocolate."

“Same-sex love and devotion.” “And this one? What is it for?” He reached out to the delicate purple flower, and, despite herself, she pulled it back before he could touch the bloom. He raised his eyebrow. “Aislen?” “Aconite,” she explained. “Also known as wolfsbane.”

she asked excitedly. “Candy, Ate. My officemate,” Harold introduced. Candy lifted her face shyly, cheeks tinted red. “H-hello, Ate.” “Hi, I’m Flor. Glad Harold brought you. This is my husband, Dixal,” she said. “Hello,” Candy greeted, bowing slightly. Dixal nodded politely, then took Flora Amor’s hand and gently pulled her toward the kitchen. “Pappy, can I go with Ate and Daddy to the kitchen?” Devon asked.

Cordelia stood in the doorway. She was smaller than I remembered, or maybe I was simply older now. Her hair spilled like a grey waterfall over her shoulders, streaked with silver that shimmered when she moved. Her skin was warm bronze, lined with age but glowing with strength. Her eyes were deep golden wolf eyes that I guessed would be breathtaking if she sat under the sunlight. “My little moonflower,” she said softly. “You’ve grown.” My breath hitched. “You… remember me?” Cordelia stepped forward and cupped my cheeks in her cool palms. “Wolves never forget their own.”

the employee remarked as she led the two inside the store. "What is this flower?" Lilith inquired, her gaze drawn to the long yellowish blossom on display in the flower vase. It was extremely pretty to Lilith, and it was very fresh. "It's a Calla Lily, Ma'am," the woman explained, "and it symbolizes faith and purity. It can grow up to two feet long, very attractive in the garden, and you can also place it in a flower vase and it may last up to two weeks." Lilith whispered, "Umh... This is nice," as she continued to examine all of the flowers in front of her.

She’d never gotten flowers before. Ever. She took the bouquet to the table to rip open the card: AJ—Close as I could get to Wyoming wildflowers. Hope it reminds you of home. I miss you. Cord Her mouth hung open. Cord had sent her flowers? She peered at the small purple daisies and the big yellow mums and the thick greenish-yellow stem which sort of resembled goldenrod. And the tiny white baby’s breath, which reminded her of cow parsnip. She sniffed. Yep. He’d even had the florist use sage as the greenery. She grinned. Probably cost him an arm and a leg for that extra touch. Still, his sweetness touched her.

Theia snarks. I bite back my laughter. “No, thank you.” I reply. “Suit yourself.” She mumbles as she takes another cookie. The rich aroma of ginger, cinnamon, and molasses fills the carriage. “So Circe crafts a beautiful hair comb made from gold, garnets, topaz and tourmaline for Cordelia to wear for her wedding and anointing.” The Luna continues as she munches on her cookies. “The flowers on the comb depicted the deadly belladonna, chrysanthemums, and rhododendrons.” The Luna giggles. “The children of Selene are often oblivious to symbolism and double meanings.”

“Today, Calliyah and I are excited to share with you our research on the Enchanted Moonflower, a flower steeped in mystery and legend.” “The Enchanted Moonflower,” Calliyah continued, “is a nocturnal bloom that only unfurls its petals under the soft glow of the full moon. Its ethereal beauty is enhanced by its shimmering silver petals, which seem to dance in the moonlight, casting a spell of enchantment on those who behold it.”

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.

Just his eyes burning into mine. He was for a fourteen year old. I let him into my life, he held on the bumpy ride. I put up my first flower on the wall that day, next to a butterfly. It was a rose.