Daffodil Paperwhite Novels & Stories

Her eyes went wide, then snapped to me. “Oh. My. God.” Mia grinned immediately. “Don’t tell me someone finally confessed their undying love for you.” I groaned, already feeling my cheeks heat up. “They’re just flowers.” Sophie practically sprinted forward, snatching the bouquet off the counter before I could stop her. “Just flowers? Lily, these are white lilies. White. Lilies.” She waved them like evidence. “Do you know what that means?” “Yeah,” I muttered, crossing my arms. “That someone wasted their money?”

She smiles once more and continues her artwork, she began telling me what each flower was. I soon found out that she had added white Alstroemeria's, pink Carnation's, pink Gypsophilia's, pink Lillies and pink Rose Wham's. She said that this arrangement would suit her loving personality perfectly and once I looked at the finished product I knew exactly why.

"What's it for?" "To congratulate you on finally getting out of here" "Aww ... That's very sweet of you. Thanks!" I smile at Travis, extending my hands to accept the large bouquet of white daffodils from him, and instinctively bring one of the floral trumpets up to my nose to inhale the sweet scent of him. "You're welcome, I know they are your favorites, and considering what they represent, I thought they would be perfect" "You're right, they are my favorites and they adapt to the occasion by seeing how they represent rebirth, but how did you know all that? I don't remember saying any of those things to you"

“I was hoping to see your tulips today. I’ve been reading about them recently, and I thought I might get your thoughts on them.” Sophia’s heart fluttered at the sight of her, always feeling at ease around Helena. She set the bouquet aside, her focus shifting to Helena as she leaned in to hear her talk. "Tulips are such a beautiful flower," she began, guiding Helena to the section where the most vivid tulips stood. "They represent a variety of meanings, depending on their color. Red tulips signify love, while purple ones are for royalty and admiration. The yellow ones symbolize happiness and cheer."

The cabin, usually cozy and warm, has been transformed into something magical. Candles are everywhere—on the mantel, the coffee table, the windowsills—casting a golden glow that dances across the room. The soft light reflects off the wood-paneled walls, creating a warm, intimate atmosphere. But what really takes my breath away are the flowers. White tulips, my absolute favorite, are arranged in elegant vases all around the room. Their delicate petals are tinged with the softest hint of pink, and they fill the air with a subtle, sweet fragrance that mingles with the scent of the candles.

I responded not making any eye contact with her. "Good. Now. Flowers." Maddie looked ahead at the wall as if she were imagining the wedding happening in front of her like some sort of prophecy "We know that Ella has a certain thing for lavender, and the royals colors are white and purple, so all we need is to find the perfect white flower to pair with it and we are all set for her bouquet." "We have a lot of options for that, I mean we could go traditional with roses or we could use white tulips, I know that the Prince used tulips in the bouquet that was delivered to our house, she even brought one with her for their date."

“While I was out for some task, I looked for the best for you.” He bent down and kissed the top of my head before he fished something out from the paper bag he was holding. Then a white and blue colored flower crown was placed on top of my head, making me gasp in surprise and amazement at how beautiful the flowers are. If I am not mistaken, the white ones are the gypsophila or also known as the baby’s breath, and blue ones are the Forget Me Not. Indeed, it looks so… pretty that I wanted to cry, that was too overreacting, but...

Remembering how the Pladitus flower looks, it was really pretty, and more than the other flowers. "You see that purple and white flower there, it's an Alyssum, and that's Amaranthus, Daffodil, Tulip and….." she stopped " you look like you know them," she said, noticing that I was not behaving like it's my first time hearing them. I nodded "yes, I had a little garden at home" "That's nice, what is your favourite flower" " I don't really have a favourite, but if I were to pick, I would choose the white Orchid" I replied

Not any normal farms but one with a variety of flowers. "Hey, daffodils! I like them." She jumped, pointing at a piece of land that has the flowers of daffodils ranging from orange colour to dark pink. It was the loveliest day so far. "You like daffodils?" Alex asked, taking a spot beside her. Grinning amusingly, "Yes. Since childhood. Dad would get me daffodils every day in the morning before going to school." She answered.

Take those porcelain platters back to the kitchen, you useless idiots! Cynthia Vane screamed, her voice echoing sharply off the glass ceiling of the Vance mansion's private solarium. I told you the orchids had to be white, not light pink! Do you want the Duchess of Valmont to think we are running a common garden show? Madam Cynthia, we changed them three times already, the head maid whispered, her hands trembling as she adjusted the silver tea service. The floral vendor said the premium white imports were completely recalled this morning by the customs authority.