Daffodil Paperwhite Novels & Stories

I looked at Coral, " was that......a compliment?" She laughed, " From Darrell.....oh yes. Mark the day– you've just been knighted." Coral poured herself another cup of tea, then glanced at the list again before setting it aside. "What about flowers?" She asked. "Have you thought about what you'll use to decorate?" "Flowers? It's winter so...." She smiled. "There a few that bloom if you know where to look. Hellebores are hardy and elegant–white, plum and deep rose. Snowdrops are delicate but beautiful. And there's winter jasmine– bright little yellow things that look like hope."

I ask “Do as you’d like.” I gather up a splash of color for the next garland. Hyacinths, roses, daffodils and tulips. It’s more fun than I’d expected, and oddly, it’s calming. It reminds me of home. I'll make one for Zen too. All white, it'll look good with his dark hair.

Annie held out a beautiful arrangement of flowers. With an expert eye, Electra had them classified in seconds. The main plant was a Cattleya ‘Bob Betts’ - a pure white flower with just a touch of yellow in the centre. But the eye-catcher was a Paphiopedilum ‘ Maudiae 3 - one of the more unusual orchids. It was literally lime green, with the top petal paterned in distinctive lime green and white stripes. Against the pure white petals of the Cattleya it looked spectacular. And against the raven-dark tresses of the Princess’s hair it would look even more spectacular. Of course, it was a total contrast to the ruby-red dress . . . But then, that was just as it should be.

They smell great. I look at the label again. That A is certainly his. I would recognize her among a million. I turn the label and see a little text. "Daisies are very special, they are linked to love and innocence, but each color has its meaning. The white ones represent beauty, the yellow ones for joy, the pink ones for passion, the blue ones for fidelity, and the purple ones for true love." I look at the bouquet again. Azael had put out daisies of all colors.

“What were you talking about?” Louis walked to her with a smile and put his arms around her shoulder. “Nothing. It’s been a long day, so let’s get you some rest.” On the other side… Low hills surrounded them, and patches of grass separated the shallow lake. There were clean and elegant-looking yellow and white flowers, which looked beautiful among the greenery. Daisie’s eyes shone. “Wow, what flowers are these? They’re so pretty!” Naomi didn’t expect the woods to hide such a beautiful and heavenly place. She smiled and replied, “These are daffodils.”

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

Klara sighed walking towards the lilies. The flower bed has all kinds of lilies including her favourite Madonna lilies. Her pseudonym 'White flower' was derived from these, in memory of Julia and her past. Looking at them made her feel refreshed and she kind of missed painting so much. It's been almost a month since she made new painting and didn't know what happened to the one she painted before getting kidnapped.

She smelled of wolf. Full wolf, not the suppressed register I was projecting behind the Switch, not the dampened human-baseline signal I was broadcasting as Lyanna Black. The real thing, clean and particular, the scent of a bloodline with depth in it, the specific compound of someone high-born and aware of it and comfortable with the awareness. My Silver Dawn receptors catalogued it automatically. High rank. Not the highest in this compound, but high enough to move through it with the proprietary ease she was currently demonstrating. I kept my face exactly where it was and did not let the cataloguing show.

"I want... that bunch of white hyacinths." White hyacinths. In the language of flowers: unspoken love, and—atonement. Expressionless, I walked over, pulled out the flowers, and didn't even bother wrapping them. I handed them directly to him. "Ten euros." Julian frantically dug his wallet out of his pocket. His hands were shaking so bad that several large bills fell to the ground. He didn't even dare bend down to pick them up. He just pulled out a five-hundred-euro note and stuffed it into my hand. The moment he touched my fingertips, he recoiled as if he'd been burned.

"Fine Nonna, I'll become the delivery guy for your sake. What kind of flowers?" "Tulips." He heard his grandmother say in excitement. He knew another person who always got excited about tulips but he refused to dwell on it. She wanted nothing to do with him. He couldn't keep fighting for someone who never loved him the way he loved her. For someone who would always accuse him of a crime he didn't commit. He had to focus on their daughter however. That seemed to be the only person who gave him peace. "Okay Nonna. Tulips it is. I'll get them when I leave work and take it to this grand aunt or uncle I'm just hearing about now."