Crying Hearts Flower Novels & Stories

Had the red-haired woman given them names? Gianna closed her eyes and tried to recall those images from that night. The flowers had been unusual, with petals that seemed to shimmer in the torchlight. Some had been purple with gold centers. Others had been white with veins of silver running through them. There had been vines with leaves that felt almost warm to the touch. The red-haired woman had pointed to one in particular. A flower with deep red petals and a black center that looked almost like an eye. "This one is called Heartbloom," she had said, her voice reverent. "It can heal the deepest wounds. It can cure poisons. It can restore what has been broken."

While waiting for his turn, Dylan saw how the florist expertly arranged a bunch of Blue Hyacinths, Pink Carnations, Pink Roses, White tulips, and three sunflowers in the middle. "Mr. Carter, your order." Dylan immediately stood up, fixed his coat, and stepped towards the counter to pay. He could hear the gossip of the ladies inside that the woman who will receive a flower from him is indeed lucky. Dylan got the flower and left the shop. While driving, he couldn't help but feel nervous about how Madison would react upon hearing his apology. Dylan wanted to explain his side and become honest about what he felt. Seeing Madison crying because of him makes him wanna hang himself. Her tears were

It was from an unknown number. Just when the caterpillar thought the world was ending, it turned into a butterfly. Someone might have sent it to me by mistake but that single line gave me a little confidence. I wiped my tears and then Sir and Adya entered. "So are you ready?" Sir asked one last time and I nodded. He gave me a smile to which I replied with the same.

"Five years? That is just so not fair, Damien. Two years was, like, already too long; now it is five?! She continued, her voice breaking with sorrow, and she sobbed, tears streaming down her face. "Do not cry," he said, his own voice cracking. "I cannot bear to see you so distressed. I am so very sorry." Torn by heartache himself, Damien knew he would still have to go through with the arrangement. They had sacrificed enough, and he had to follow through with his promise. "I hate this, Damien!" Clara wailed, beating his chest before collapsing into his arms.

I had no idea what to say but the more we closed on the distance between us and where we were going, the more she seemed to look worried or sad. In 30 minutes we were by the graveyard and she just sat there and didn't move an inch. I got out of the car and went to open the door for her. Her head snapped to my side and I handed her my hand, "come on." She breathed in and out audibly before handing me her hand as I helped her hop off. She bought flowers by the gate and we went inside. She let go of my hand when we were approaching a certain tombstone. I stopped on my heels and she continued to it and went on her knees then she put the flowers on the ground.

The scent and image of these flowers haunted me as I reminisced the significance and symbolization these flowers mean to me. They were hyacinth flowers. The hyacinth flowers symbolize sorrow and regret. For a funeral setting, this expression is certainly appropriate. Of course I knew this more than anyone because I always found myself coughing up these flowers the weeks when I missed Gavin. These flowers came out of my mouth non-stop as my tears and sorrow flowed out of my body.

The path seemed bloody scary, but she had comfort and a sense of love, her new parents were explaining how the rouge punters had laid waste to the werewolf lands, and how everyone was scared to say or do anything about it. On the other side of the path, She beholds a magnificent Flowering Vegetation full of beautiful different flowers. She could see her favourite flower the 'Bleeding heart'. It stood proudly amid Orchid, lilies, Dahlia, Roses, Tulip, Cherry blossoms, and a lot more which she couldn't even know the name of. She left the other scary path and went over to the beautiful pasture. She closed her beautiful eyes and took a deep breath, the scent of the heavenly vegetation making her

Richard responded coldly. "How could you do this to me? I trusted and loved you with all my heart." Sheila said as the tears which had been holding fell freely. Richard stood firm on seeing Sheila's emotions had ran high. "Please use the door or don't blame me for being rude, because I hate seeing tears" he said, unfazed. Sheila's voice was barely above a whisper as she pleaded with him. "I know you have a reason for this. Please stop this game and don't go through with this divorce of a thing, will you do that?."

in my mothers voice. “You’re not real.” I screamed. “Yes we are” a tree growled behind me. I search around I know he’s here somewhere, but where. The only thing here are flowers. That’s it he’s got to be hiding in one of them. I focus on the small flowers around me and one by one they ignite into flames until a small flower barely a foot tall lets out a blood curling scream, a black creature with purple eyes darts out at me. I throw fire balls at him but he’s so tiny and fast I miss every time.

Feeling guilty, I look away. Did Hunter know how this would affect me? Did he do this on purpose tit? “Ah,” I nod, swallowing hard as I look down at the flowers. They’re beautiful, the brightest shade of yellow I’ve ever seen, sprigs of lavender and baby’s breath mixed within, enhancing their natural sweet scent. Whoever put this bouquest together did so with meticulous care. I just wish I could appreciate their efforts. But I can’t stand to look at them or smell them. Closing my eyes, a tear trails the outline of my cheek.