Edens Garden Novels & Stories

, she picked my dress and combed my hair and we went to the garden. The path was muddy, it seems they're watering the plants daily . It has varieties of flowers , different types of colours in it and the butterflies and bees are surrounding the flowers . it's a pleasing sight . I walked until the end of the path , there was nothing , but just grass . then, a single daisy flower caught my attention . it's grows in a corner of garden and hidden itself from others eyes . it's resembles my situation , where this world is a garden ; And I at the other end , just a

“My brother was acting unusual for a few weeks, almost destroyed his family when your mother found out about his obsession with another woman. That alone was highly unusual for my goody two-shoes brother. He was always such a party pooper as the kids say.” “Is it possible that the Garden that my Father made as a gift for Eve was actually a prison like this cottage?” My brows furrow as I mull over that thought more in my head, while the rest of the group also think it over. “It’s possible.” Uncle Luc rubs his chin with his fingers. “Only the blood of my brother is able to enter the Gardens, even after Eve was rescued from that place and God was killed.” His eyes meet Levi’s. “The Garden of Ed

Because if her parents loved her to no end, she felt the same if not much. ~~ That day Eden was at the reception party of her friend, Siena. The party was going pretty well until she got the note. "Meet me in the garden." As much as Eden could smell a rat, she couldn't help checking it out. As her curiosity got the best of her, she was in the garden to meet the person who called her. What she didn't see coming was a creepy young man trying to assault her. Well, she got startled at first by this unexpected turn of events but tried to handle a situation like that, being calm.

Adolph turned to look at Eden down the hall, seated in an open window high above Adolph’s head, silent and still. He hadn’t even noticed Eden there. How had he gotten up there? Could he fly? How had he been so silent? It was as if he was dead with no heartbeat to mark his presence or the whoosh of his breathing. Unnerving and dangerous. He eyed Eden. “Oh?” “When she was a girl, there was a garden down there,” he pointed out to where Adolph had assumed a garden had been. “The flowers were the first to die… then the trees… Then the rock turned black and the canals of blood began to dry up.”

Together, Eisa and I make our way through the palace and find my parents in the courtyard. It’s one of the most beautiful spots in the palace. Exotic trees stand tall and proud against the structure of the palace walls, while vibrant green vines weave their way around every piece of stone. Fountains of dancing water are scattered throughout the courtyard separated by gardens of birds of paradise, burgundy gladiolus, blue hyacinth, pink crocus and… fuck, dandelions. Shit on a brick! I completely forgot. Note to self, have the gardeners remove all the dandelions, and keep Lemuel as far away from them as I can. As I recall, dandelions are an excruciating poison to visums. No tacky flower is kil

“Still worth it?” He checked the magazine of his sidearm. “Was always going to cost.” ~~~~~~~~~ SUBLEVEL B — “THE GARDEN” It wasn’t a bunker. It was a mockery of Eden. Artificial trees. Bioluminescent moss. Benches made of bone-white steel. And in the middle of it all: Echo. Sixteen. Barefoot. Shirtless. Calm. He stood in the middle of a perfect white circle, surrounded by monitors that showed only one thing: Emilio sleeping.

It was which garden. The Eden Glass Garden. The one that was always sold out months in advance. The one people proposed in. The one influencers paid money just to take pictures at. The one I'd only ever seen online. My breath vanished. "How-how did you get tickets?" I breathed, my gaze drifting around at glowing glass sculptures, pathways lined with flowers, and fairy lights twinkling across the ceiling. Connor jammed his hands into his pockets once more. “I have my ways.” I stared at him. “Connor… these tickets cost—”

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The practical reality of Eden reasserted itself gently. Adam beside her. The garden around her. The structure of the day waiting to begin with its gentle devoted attentiveness and its beautiful bars. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She had one more day to endure. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Tonight she was going back. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

MINTHE The Garden of the Past * * * We go through the winding, twisting stone paths of the outer grounds, moving far away from the noisy main packhouse and toward the secluded eastern ridge of the estate. This is my place. A small, hidden garden sanctuary enclosed by towering, thick evergreen hedges that completely block out the rest of the world. Over the last three years, when the overwhelming loneliness of being a modern soul trapped in a medieval fantasy novel became too heavy to bear, I came here.