Daffodil Book Novels & Stories

I reached forward and pulled back the clothes, and the smell that hit me was even more foul than the smell coming from the room itself. I stumbled backward, shocked at how bad it was. Then I pressed my hands more tightly over my nose and walked toward the barrel, peering in. My blood ran cold immediately. There was Daffodil. Her body was curled up in an unnatural way. Her skin was too pale, but at the same time, it already had the reddish tinge of the wine. Her dress was soft, and it clung to her body like it had been dipped in red paint. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was parted slightly. I think she had been trying to scream before this had happened.

I blinked several times with anticipation, running a finger down his cheek as I eyed his hesitance. "But what?"I whispered, leaning in impatiently. The bookcase wasn't a very comfortable thing to be pushed up against, either, the spines of the shelved volumes pricked at my back. I squirmed between the shelf and West's body, trying to get control over my skyrocketing heartbeat. "You have to understand, I'm not from a normal family," he almost whimpered, his lower lip quivering. "Like hell if I care," having waited enough, I leaned closer. Only I wasn't leaning closer, I was falling back. Because something very powerful had made the bookshelf move, and instead of neatly arranged books, there w

#Dorothy’s POV# I sit back down on the bench because my legs feel a bit heavy and the breeze is soft here; it's the kind of quiet that makes me feel both calm and unsettled at the same time. The air smells faintly of damp soil and the faint sweetness of flowers, and even though I should be able to relax, my mind won't stay still. The villa garden looks different now. I noticed it earlier when I passed through on my way from the kitchen, but now that I’m sitting here again, I can see the changes properly. The grass looks freshly trimmed, the flowerbeds have been shaped neatly, and in the far corner there are bursts of yellow that catch the fading light. Daffodils. My daffodils. I’ve told him

She nod her head before I walk away to scan for books. "I hope there is that book that Dawson was referring to." I murmured to myself. I do not want to believe him when he said that I can only buy that book in New York. What an expensive outlet of reference he got there, that boo-hoo. Instead of finding that big book on the hardbound section, I notice a colorful book with green as a dominant on its book cover and its title kinds of catch my attention. "Buy Yourself the Fcking Lilies?" I murmured and started opening the book pages and saw some notes which made me conclude that it is a self-help book.

When it comes down to thinking about Love, people get confused. I am taking the dance shoes you bought once from me. I am taking a few more things with me which will remain with me forever. In return I have nothing to give you except some painful memories from my end. But I grew a small bunch of Daffodils down there at the side of the lawn these days. Take care of them as they were my favourite. You know Daffodil means rebirth or hope. They struggle through the winter to come in Spring in order to decorate our nature with its colour of happiness.