Crying Hearts Flower Novels & Stories

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.

I pulled out the card, "I missed you, A" Aelfred, my mate, the man who hurt me the most. He has always had a way to show me his feelings. These flowers were different. "What kind of flowers are these?" I asked Yavanna. "Those are Sorrowful Peonies... they are the symbol of love and regret. They are the flowers we usually ask for forgiveness." She explained, and I bit my lower lip. I wanted to see him, to wrap my arms around him, but I had to learn the laws and traditions as soon as possible, because I would be tried sooner rather than later.

"This is purple larkspur." Her nose wrinkled in a way that made him want to kiss it. "You nicknamed me after a flower? That seems like something more suited to Pru." "It's a wildflower that grows here in the Smokies. Wildflowers are pretty amazing things, actually. They look all soft and delicate, but they're actually surprisingly tough. They grow and bloom where they're planted, no matter the conditions. You've done that all your life, wherever you landed. And I picked this one because it symbolizes an open heart, because it grows here, where you gave me yours."

It was barely there, just a whisper of the floral sweetness she used to wear, but it was enough to make my chest tighten. I dropped my head into my hands, tears streaming down my face. Vampires didn’t cry often; it wasn’t in our nature. But this pain was too much to contain. My shoulders shook as the sobs overtook me, raw and uncontrollable. The silence around me felt oppressive, like the forest itself was mourning with me. I looked up at the grave again, the black rose I had placed on top of the dirt standing out starkly against the earth. It was the only flower I could find that felt right for her—dark, beautiful, and strong, just like she had been.

Flowers had always had a way of softening hearts and bringing joy, and she hoped they could help ease the growing unease among the pack. She gathered her materials: a variety of vibrant flowers, fresh greens, and delicate ribbons. With each stem she selected, she envisioned the smiles they would bring to her pack family. She chose bright sunflowers to symbolize happiness and hope, cheerful daisies for innocence and purity, and deep purple irises to signify wisdom and hope for the future.

The door closed as my eyes met with that of Eva, who had a box in her hand, smiling like a bubbling child. I facepalmed hiding my crimson self, at the thought of Ryan's frequent gift which always reaches my heart. Eva handed over the box to me urging me to open it. The box was coloured with blue, alongside a ribbon. It looks beautiful. I opened it and the first thing that caught my eyes was a bunch of the bleeding heart flowers which had a lovely heart form- a symbol I believed was of love and blossom. Eva collected the flowers while taking it, with a smiling face. I took a note as I slowly read.

‎ ‎She came alone. ‎ ‎She stood before the stones. ‎ ‎She did not speak. ‎ ‎She cried. ‎ ‎Not from sadness. ‎ ‎From feeling. ‎ ‎The tears fell on the closed flowers. ‎ ‎The petals opened. ‎ ‎One by one. ‎ ‎The scent returned. ‎ ‎The warmth rose. ‎ ‎The light glowed. ‎ ‎Her cry was small. ‎ ‎But it was choice. ‎ ‎It was feeling. ‎ ‎It was love. ‎ ‎The cry spread.

His heart suddenly clenched with pain. Persephone cherished the streets of Flinge, particularly the unknown little colorful and vibrant flowers blooming by the roadside. She claimed these flowers were never seen in Centrolis. After confirming they were unattended, she secretly plucked a bunch and turned them into dried flowers. Each day, she would beam at the flowers with a bright smile.

She asks. I nodded and reply, "Yeah, they are so pretty." As I pressed my head against her chest, savoring her scent and feeling safe in her embrace. "Yeah they're pretty, but I choose these flowers for a reason. 'Lily of the Valley' represents sweetness, and in return of happiness." My heart is pounding as she's talking sweetly. " 'baby's breath' represents happiness. Which you always make me feel, whenever we're together." Happy Tears started to swell into my eyes as she keeps talking.