Crying Hearts Flower Novels & Stories

Everything but you leaving me. Never. Never before have I felt so humiliated and despised and worthless. This entire sensation was alien to me. And it was none other than the love of my life who was making me feel this way. But I was willing to put up with all of it if that meant having her by my side forever. "Flower..." I called out to her in a pleading whisper. And, as if she had finally decided to be merciful to my wounded soul. Yhe doors opened, as flowers rained down creating a path for her to walk on.

And he spoke to Catherine, who was standing by his side. Are you ignoring me? Well, I don't have a choice either. I took Tyler's hand and gave the flowers saying, "This is yours now. It's your wish to do whatever you want with it. But please don't throw it away. It looks beautiful and smells really good." When he looked at me without uttering a word, I started to walk away as I said, "Stay tuned for the next flower, Mr Ackerman." After that day, I started giving him different types of flowers with cute meanings. Like Aster resembling symbols of love, baby's breath for everlasting love, chrysanthemums and so on.

His voice carried authority, but it was still threaded with sorrow. “It is time,” he said. “We will proceed with the receiving.” I didn’t know what was expected of us to do, as I had never attended such a thing, but Ines quickly whispered in my ear. We exited the cars, and several pack members stepped forward, each holding a woven basket. Inside lay dozens of deep crimson flowers called “flame petals,” the sacred bloom that grew only along the northern ridge of our territory. They were rare and stubborn flowers, blooming brightest in harsh conditions, surviving frost and wind alike. They symbolized endurance, strength, and unbending leadership.

"Wha-?" "Akiaya I have loved you from Afar. Each of these flowers will attest to my feelings for you. Pink camellia because I'm longing to be with you. Red because you are a flame in my heart. White jasmine because you would be the sweetest love. Morning glory because I want to give you all of my affection. A red rose for love. Aster, carnation, gardenia, heliotrope, hyacinth, and yarrow because my love for you is pure, a secret, everlasting and eternal. Lavender to show my devotion to you. Clover to ask you to think if me. And finally Azalea your favorite flower the meaning of a fragile passion. A passion I fell for years before. Will you please allow me to love you the way you deserve to b

It was a beautiful sight to behold, one I couldn't help but grin at. "This is beautiful," I admitted softly, looking around at all the numerous tiny flowers glowing all around us. "It is," came Alpha Evan's even softer reply and I looked at him, only to find him already looking at me. I felt my cheeks heat up, squirming a little under his intense gaze. "What are all these flowers? I've never seen flowers that could glow like that." "They're called nocte caeruleo. Literally translating to blue night. These are a special type of flowers that glow bright blue when they bloom at the stroke of midnight every fourteen years before they go back to sleeping," Alpha Evan explained, finally looking at

That flower's core was yellow, as if it had a small, lonely sun in so much darkness. "Helleborus." Tinea said as she picked up one of the cakes with the flower on top. "One of the winter-resistant flowers, it is said that it was created because Mother Moon refused to see the precious flowers die after autumn. The Shooting Stars say that winter was born because of this mourning of the Goddess." With a fork the woman cut the cake in half, a filling so black as the flower dripped down the plate. "Many call it the 'flower that refuses to die,' but as much as its legend is beautiful, this flower is related to moments of inevitable sadness and loss, a painful memory that hurts the soul."

I held the stem attached to the flower tightly, luckily there were no thorns to pierce through my skin. I opened the drawer and put it with the other yellow rose, but today it was red. Orion had been leaving a flower on the table next to my bed every day with a sorry since I stopped talking to him. The blood moon was only 5 days away and we had no progress so far. A knock on the door startled me before I could respond the door burst open and Bernadette stood in front of me.

When a flower blooms the unmerciful cannot stand still and treasure it. It drives them insane to see the flower sprout and grow with warmth and beauty so they crush it. They stomp their feet upon the flower killing it and its seed. Just like Deimos who crushed my heart. He not only crushed my heart but the seed that bloomed with hope and dreams along with it.

I knew what those flowers meant. Gentian: hopeless love. Wisteria: living for love, dying for love, obsessed with love but never achieving it. Two cold, inappropriate flowers to give as a gift. It was truly impressive how Susan managed to pick these two. "No," I said coldly, then turned and walked away.