Dream Flower Novels & Stories

Edward walked up to a very beautiful flower, purple with a pleasant fragrance. That flower is a Lilac Mate Flower, it only grows in the world of Draciana. It's shaped like most ordinary Lilac flowers, but it's the scent that makes them different from usual. "Fresh," Edward muttered inhaling the scent of the flowers. The refreshing and soothing scent makes him love Lilac Mate flowers. Edward plucked the flower, then smiled faintly. "If I give it to Evelyn, will she like it?" Don't know why Edward's mind immediately went to Evelyn when he saw the flower.

Daryad's voice, like the gentle rustle of leaves in a breeze, spoke of destiny woven into the fabric of nature. Daryad gifted Ava a delicate flower, its petals shimmering in hues unseen by mortal eyes. The fairy's words carried a prophecy, a whisper of Ava's hidden powers that would one day blossom like the enchanted flower in her hands. The forest, in its silent reverence, bore witness to the exchange, acknowledging the significance of this encounter in the grand tapestry of Ava's life.

Freya’s nails, which were cut like daggers, sliced against Cassiopeia's cheek, leaving a visible claw mark. Cassiopeia was bewildered by what Freya was saying. "I don't know what you are talking about. Let me go." "You’re still lying!" Freya gestured at the pale-looking Liam, who was lying on the bed, and teared up. "Liam is only four years old and just had a kidney transplant. How can you be so cruel to him? Aren’t you a mother too?"

What the actual hell? We were in some kind of twisted dreamscape. Flowers bloomed in every color imaginable, blue roses with silver veins, blood-red lilies that opened and closed like they were breathing, and tall, golden sunlotuses that seemed to hum softly in the windless air. It was hauntingly beautiful, like someone had taken a fairytale, dunked it in poison, and sprinkled glitter over the corpse. “It’s… pretty?” Tera offered from beside me, her voice unsure, like she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to say it aloud.

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."

She warmed up to the idea eventually which explains why I am outside her door at seven. She opens the door after my knock. I smile when I realise how incredibly beautiful she looks tonight. Purple dress that accentuates her figure. She has me staring for a minute before I embrace her. I haven't seen her in two days but it feels like so many days. Her hair is curled for tonight making her look more flawless. "Are those mine?" she asks looking at the flowers in my hand. I had forgotten for a second I had them. "Yep. Do you like them?" I give them to her.

She gave me a sad smile before bringing me to the kitchen and given me my favorite pie. "We still have to get my and the bridesmaid bouquets did" My mother look at her, "You can ask Lily, She works as a nurse, I am sure you must have made bridal bouquets right?" I was about decline. I didn't have intentions to do anything. "You do !? How about you go get flowers of my choice and make us some, I can save up on the money then. They cost so much" "True," My mother said. And I nodded as my sister looked at me, "Thanks lily" I smiled. "We'll have James take you, he has been waiting for you" I felt my heart drop as I heard his name.

the woman replied with confidence. “Ma'am, can you tell me more about the white rose, I mean, I didn't even know they existed.” “Oh, you're are only familiar with the red ones. Well, all I can say about the white rose is, it's beautiful, extremely rare, and expensive. One of a kind, if I may say.

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.

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.”