Crying Hearts Flower Novels & Stories

“What are you buying-“ Althea picked one flower and told the florist that she was getting a bouquet with that flower. The young lady curiously watched her every move and when she saw the bouquet, her eyes sparkled then she told her that the flower was pretty. “I know,” Althea replied. The girl was so curious. “Hey, hey, hey. You said that blue Hydrangea means ‘I am sorry’ in the language of flowers, so what does that flower mean?” “You want to know?” The girl eagerly nodded her head. “Yes, yes. Do tell!” Althea almost laughed at her. “It means—“ A black car suddenly stopped in front of them and a man went out with his stoic face. The girl next to her beamed and her smile reached her ears. Sh

"Here, take my hand. Even if you fall, I'll be there to help you stand back up again" His Flower's Point Of View The thick stench of blood was strong in the smoke filled air. My nose wrinkled as I inhaled the scent. My instincts had me gagging, maybe too loudly. Another scream echoed from not too far away and I squeezed my eyes shot, willing the horrifying sound of pain to disappear. A small sound of desperation escaped my parted lips and I froze in my position. That was loud. More loud than I thought it would be.

The air was hushed, reverent as if the very forest held its breath in solidarity. Floral arrangements adorned every available surface, a vibrant tapestry of colors that punctuated the somber surroundings. Fragrant blooms filled the air with their delicate scent, mingling with the earthy fragrance of the forest. The sight of the flowers, symbols of love and remembrance, brought both comfort and a fresh wave of sorrow to Amelia's heart.

was breathing. Quietly, peacefully, evenly. Her breath gently lifted and lowered Lennox's chest, and her hair—that honey-blonde, silken hair—rested now in the hollow of his neck. And it still carried that scent. Fireflower. Something homely, something warm, something he didn't know how had taken such hold on him—only that now, he didn't want to let it go. Lennox didn't move. He didn't dare. Not out of embarrassment—but because... something had happened. And he knew that if he made even one wrong move—too sudden, too hard—it might all vanish. Like a dream that couldn't bear the weight of morning light.

Some I recognized from the faded pages of library books, flowers I'd only ever seen as printed pictures or inked illustrations. There were Birds of Paradise, those strange, angular flowers that looked like fiery birds mid-flight, with their orange and indigo plumes tilted skyward. Bleeding hearts, too. Small, delicate blooms in the shape of hearts hanging from arched stems, with their pink petals pulled open like they were weeping. Calla lilies, with their elegant white trumpets curled in that signature shape. I even caught a glimpse of a Ghost Orchid. It was so rare I'd only ever read about it once, buried in the margin of a botany book.

Suddenly, Miren's voice transformed into a song about the manipulation of the soul and the destruction of life. "The most gentle and lovely people in the world are responsible for creating the stunning irises that are known as the flowers of death. This intoxicating and alluring aroma is wrapping its arms around your broken heart. Those with feeble and pitiful hearts are looking for support for their unsteady hearts wherever they can find it. The blood that is currently flowing through you is beginning to heat up gradually. The moans of the dying are trying to bring your attention back to the reality of the situation. This harsh reality world no longer has anything that can stop you from mov

The shop was famous not just for its kind and beautiful owner, but because it sold only one type of flower—campanulas. Hearing that, Levi's heart nearly crumbled. Campanulas were Nikki's favorite. She had once said she loved their meaning: eternal love. Just like the love they had shared. Back then, they had spoken those promises with such innocent joy on their faces, so sure that happiness would be endless. No one had expected how fleeting it would be. But now—he still had a chance to make it right. As the flower shop came into view, he was suddenly overwhelmed by a kind of homecoming fear—the kind of fear that grips you when you're too close to what your heart has yearned for too long.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

and unlocked the door. He moved her going away from him...he was looking at her without blinking and taking in her beautiful and gorgeous self.. Her white coat that is her pride and signifies her hardwork to her patients, was held in her one hand... Her purse in other hand... A stethoscope, that was, is and maybe will be her favourite jewellery that she always carried around with her, was around her neck.... She was beauty with brains in herself. A perfect combination... No wonder his mom loves her more than him and would stay unhappy everytime Kiara or anyone bought up the topic of their marriage ceremony to be held...

'You are my new love. Before continuing my walk, I read the statement and smiled. I came across a pink 'bleeding heart flower,' which represents PURITY. 'My love for you is pure Cornelia, and my heart bleeds whenever I'm apart from you.' The inscription on the note attached to the flower made me blush as I continued walking while smiling. I stumbled upon a Daisy flower, which represents 'Innocent.' 'I'm madly in love with you because of your innocent personality.' Another text implies.