Crying Hearts Flower Novels & Stories

I shout at him. “Why do you even keep that? Don’t you know what kind of guy I am and there are only lies filled in my mind. That was a lie. That was a complete lie. I don’t love you. I don’t love anyone,” he grits his teeth as he walks out of the door infuriatedly. I keep on staring at those fallen petals as tears roll down my eyes and they fall on the floor in a fast pace. It’s just a flower. It’s just some regular hydrangeas and they are no special at all but still I feel like crying my heart out right now.

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

Its petals were soft, translucent, and they pulsed with a rhythm that matched Clara’s heartbeat. “What is it?” Clara asked. Morwen knelt and touched the flower. “It is the watcher’s heart. Not the attention—the heart. The part of the watcher that learned to love.” Clara knelt beside her. “It’s beautiful.” “It’s you,” Morwen said. “It’s all of you. Clara, Seren, Aldric, the Archivist, the witnesses, the ones who stayed. The watcher’s heart is made of staying.” Clara’s tears fell onto the white petals. The flower pulsed, and the watcher’s attention wrapped around them, soft and warm.

"Stop calling me with that nickname, I'm not your girlfriend anymore." "That's right, because if you were then you would have been under me by now moaning my name out while s*ck up that sweet nectar of yours leaving you breathless. Tell me, does he make you c*m like I did, know all your sweet spots? Does he know that you wouldn’t be able to control yourself if I just put a kiss right here?" He whispered the last part out as he tapped the skin below my ear. Oh God, how good it felt.

"I don't want the grape vines to die." I pitied these vines, which seemed worthless to outsiders. I pitied myself too, who seemed worthless to outsiders. At midnight, Kash sent me home. I stood in the yard for a long time. There were many flowers planted here, almost all of which Jeffrey liked. I picked these flowers in turn and packed them. The tulip was planted after Jeffrey saw the wonderful colors it had. The Daisy, representing purity and love, was brought back by Jeffrey after watching a ballet performance. The Sunflower, with its vitality, was given by Jeffrey when he went to the amusement park.

AURORA'S POV He held my waist and gently pulled on my dress, stopping me from getting too close to the flowers. To the sea of flowers. I just noticed this part of the house was full of wildflowers. And not just any flowers. These pink and white ones looked like tiny, sad hearts. I swallowed and stepped back. “How long have you had those?”

"He loved you so much, Mira. More than anything. More than me. More than his own life." "I know." "I'm sorry. For everything. For leaving. For betraying him. For not being the mother you deserved." Her mother's voice broke. "I'm so sorry." Mira didn't say it was okay. Because it wasn't. But she didn't pull her hand away. --- That night, Kieran took her to the rooftop garden. The roses were blooming, finally—deep red and soft pink and creamy white, filling the air with a sweetness that made Mira's chest ache. The city glittered below them, indifferent and beautiful.

I wasn't about to wreck a home. "So dumb." I wipe my eyes on my knees, but the tears don't stop. I look up and can see people making their way through the trees towards me. I sniff and rest my chin on my hands. My eyes trail down, and through my blurry vision, I can see dozens and dozens of flowers blooming around me. I furrow my brow, wiping at my eyes again and moving to sit on my knees and crouch over the flowers. I hadn't wiped my hands on the ground, but they were still blooming. Pink ones, purple, white. Still smaller than a quarter, but slightly bigger than the last ones I made bloom. And there were a lot more of these too. They continued to appear around where I sat as I watched.

a saleslady said as she approached. She turned and pointed to the necklace she liked. “May I see this one?” she asked, following the saleslady inside. Within a minute, she held the necklace in her hands, examining it carefully. Could this be the gift she would give Ricky's wife? “Miss, do you want others like this?” the saleslady asked. “No, just this one,” Flora Amor replied. “But do you have one with a D in the center?” “Sorry, ma’am. We have other pendants with D, but they’re not heart-shaped.”

He stopped and looked at his palms it was a deep shade of red, he furrowed his brows as he realised he can't feel anything. Taking a shaky breath, he took out the orchids and placed it over the top of the cemetery, with the same frailness and tenderness as someone would show while dealing with their most loved possession, most precious possession, his hands trembling badly, with exhaustion, with the emotions he was feeling, he didn't know.