Cutie Garden Mga Nobela at Kwento

Along the path leading to the center of the garden, pink, white, and purple azaleas line up neatly, creating a stunning gradation of color. "Wow, there's a fountain, Aunt Marie! Look at this!" Nadine shouted, reflexively turning around while recording the view with Adrian’s phone to send it to Marie. She pointed to a large fountain in the middle of the garden, surrounded by colorful flowers in full bloom. It felt like the childish side of Nadine, buried by her tight ego as Merrick's heir, was now coming to the fore.

Chapter Forty-One Rhea stepped out of the pack house and into the vast garden, her sandals brushing softly against the cobblestone path. The early morning sun filtered through the trees, casting gentle rays on the lush greenery that surrounded her. Colorful flowers bloomed in every direction, their fragrance fresh and calming as it lingered in the air. The garden was beautifully maintained, with vines trailing over white trellises and butterflies dancing between the petals. It felt like a sanctuary, far removed from the tension of the dining room.

As soon as I spoke the words, a strange wave of air struck my eardrums. The feeling touched my throat, as well. The posie flipped her long red hair. "Greetings, Cinderella. It's lovely to meet you. My name is Cyan. Welcome to my garden." I blinked several times, surprised her mouth moved, and I understood. "Nice to meet you," I finally said. Cyan flew higher and out toward the middle of the garden. Leo sidled up next to me and took my hand. As Cyan waved her hands, thousands of posie creatures flew off the shrubs, bushes, and stems and into the air.

Juan and I decide to take a stroll around the garden first, enjoying the serene surroundings and each other's company. Juan takes my hand in his as we step into the private fruit garden that belongs to my grandfather. The air is sweet with the fragrance of blossoming flowers and ripe fruits, creating a serene atmosphere around us. I guide him through the winding paths, pointing out each tree and plant with pride. The gentle rustling of leaves and the sweet scent of flowers create a peaceful atmosphere, allowing us to savor the moment and appreciate the beauty of the estate.

Keira POV As I approached the back door garden of the castle, I was immediately struck by the lovely plants that surrounded me. The crisp air of early autumn is infused with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the gentle rustling of fallen leaves underfoot. Golden yellow chrysanthemums nodded lazily in the breeze, while deep purple asters sway gently alongside delicate pink and white carnations. Clusters of tall, spiky purple Liatris added height and drama to the garden, and the bright red of scarlet sage blooms added a vibrant pop of color.

CHAPTER 209 ~3RD PERSON'S POV~ Lunaris and Marie stood in the gardens, attending to the plants. Marie used large scissors to cut off overgrown branches from the bushes, and Lunaris used a watering kettle to water the roses. Marie was really good at gardening since she was a cleaning maid for a while, but wasn't too much of an expert because she was first a serving/cooking maid before being moved to the cleaning department due to the shortage of maids there. Lunaris, on the other hand, was a complete novice at the task.

“It looks like a dead-end.” He looked at her before he parted the leaves in the middle, making her gasps in surprise. ‘There’s a secret passageway?!’ she screamed inwardly. Seungcheol offered his hand and supported her so she could go inside in comfort. “Woah.” Celine is in awe when she saw the beautiful garden behind the huge bushes. There are bonsai trees lined in the perfect lawn. In the center, there was a pond as large as small lake with flowering lily pads and a wooden bridge that crossed in the middle. The flower bed were a riot of May colour, and even on close inspection, they were weed-free.

She feels a strong connection to the statue and she thinks she knows the reason why. Giselle just coldly smiles at the statue as she looks at the other part of the garden. Giselle decides to have a stroll in the east part of the garden. It's a child friendly part of the garden because it has no rocks in the ground, only soft grasess for children not to be hurt while playing. And there are so many tiny flowers in this part of the garden for the children to create flower crowns or flower bracelets. And there is also a small fish pond in the middle of the east garden.

I tugged the scarf around my cheeks to prevent that. “If you are too hot, we can go into the greenhouse for a little shade.” “I’d love to go wherever you want to take me. This place is so beautiful.” The flowers were so colorful, and I loved watching the butterflies and bees jumping from one to another. It gave the garden life that I’d never seen before. I had a brown-thumb, though I doubted Luke’s mother, Gia, tended to the garden. Several gardeners moved throughout the paths, checking on the brilliantly colored plants.

“Want one?” The vendor laughed, then nodded. “My daughter uses them in school.” She handed one over. “Clause Ten’s her favorite,” he added. “About rest as essential rhythm.” “She has taste,” Lia grinned. --- 1:34 PM — Southbank Garden The garden wasn't big—merely a wedge of earth reclaimed between two low structures. The soil was clay-laden, but careful tending had caused it to produce: gabi, kamote, climbing string beans on reused trellises. A hand-lettered sign protruded between two tomato vines: