Eternity Flowers Novels & Stories

Lauren yelled. She's angry. Why won't she understand? "Don't worry, I'd cope" Octavia forced a smile, her voice low. "I'd do anything to get you out of this condition" she added while Lauren looked away in guilt. Her best friend did everything for her. She's a sickle cell patient and Octavia had been there for her all along. "He's cantankerous " she mumbled hoping her best friend would reconsider her decision. "I'd cope, it's just for three months " Octavia whispered. She accepted Marcus' offer the other day. She didn't care why he asked her such but she signed papers already and she's officially his wife.

I let go of my skateboard hopelessly and used my dry and sore fingers to trace his name that was inscribed on the headstone. Detective James Blue. I miss you now, tomorrow and forever Father. I thought to myself. The flowers I had brought were gently placed in front of the headstone, on the earthen soil which had tiny grass sprouts on it. I had purchased an immortelle at a flower shop just on the next street. An immortelle is a long-lasting flower arrangement placed on graves in cemeteries. They were originally made from natural dried flowers, which lasted longer than fresh flowers. I had secured them firmly with the flower anchor on the headstone.

I shook my head, feeling the pull of his words. “It’s called The Eternal Bloom,” he began, his voice low and steady. “This flower only grows in the wild, in a very remote part of South America. It’s said to be incredibly rare—so rare that some people don’t believe it even exists. Legend has it that whoever possesses it will have love that lasts forever. A love that survives anything.” I blinked, taken aback by his explanation. “You… believe that?” He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “I don’t need a flower to tell me what I already know, Sarah. But when I saw it, I couldn’t help thinking of you.”

We were trapped in an endless cycle of pursuit and death, all because of one woman's delusional entitlement. "There has to be a way to break it," I said desperately. "Some way to sever the connection." Mr Blake was quiet for a long moment, staring into the flames. "There might be," he said finally. "But it would require Margaret to let go of her obsession willingly. And after five lifetimes of feeding her hatred..." "She'll never let go," Thomas finished grimly. The cottage fell silent except for the crackling of the fire. I closed my eyes, trying to process everything I'd learned. The weight of multiple lifetimes pressed down on me, memories of love and loss spanning centuries.

“Who brings red roses to a funeral, Lucas? I honestly don’t know what to say to you.” As soon as I spoke, I heard his voice, raspy and thick with emotion. “Clara…I know you’ll likely mock me, but these are the flowers you once loved, no— the ones you always wanted. I’ve disappointed you so many times before, but that would be the last time I ever do that.” He paused then seemed to choke back a sob. “You used to be sensitive to flowers, so I never gave you any. Now, I’m making up for it. Will you resent me for bringing them too late?”

"Miren, I know you are probably under the impression that if you can successfully enrage me, then you will be able to get what you want, but you are wrong. I will not, under any circumstances, let go of your hand. Miren was the only person in the lilac greenhouse where she was sitting. In this place, there was neither wind nor the song of birds; rather, there was just a stand of tall, solitary lilac trees. The tops of the branches are covered in a stunning curtain of purple flowers that hang in long strips and form a curtain-like formation. The color is pristine and alluring, and it stands for an everlasting love combined with the desire to spend the rest of one's life by the side of the per

When Evan got home, he opened the diary with shaking hands. Every line cut him to the bone. [Today, the doctor told me that I only have three months left. I’m scared, not just for myself, but for Evan. If he finds out I’m dying, how much will it hurt him? But I never expected him to come home with a dating contract. His assistant wants to be with him for three months. My heart ached so badly I could barely breathe. It hurt more than hearing I was dying. But then I thought, since I’m leaving anyway, maybe it’s not such a bad thing if someone else can love him in my place. When Evan left to go find Cherry, I coughed up blood. But I didn’t tell him. Even though I resented it, I just couldn’t be

He replied. Lucifer's long day at School is over and he wants to visit Amira. He thought of going to Dangwa to buy FRESH FLOWERS for Amira. She likes, always neat and fresh its flowers. He also guarded its tomb and kept it clean. Lucifer quickly reached Dangwa and here he was looking for Everlasting Flowers and Sunflowers. "Do you still have everlasting flowers?" He asks. The florist just stared at him. The saleswoman stared at him for a few seconds so Lucifer just left the woman. He moved to the other seat and saw FRESH FLOWERS on it. "Miss, do you have everlasting flowers—-" Lucifer stopped when he saw a woman who looked like Amira.

"However, even I don't know this thing. I'm afraid that no one in the entire Ethereal Land knows its origin. I guess it comes from a precious plant that has been extinct in Dynastic era?" "From the looks of it, its grade might have reached the divine Realm!" Zephyr Khan examined it carefully for a moment before noticing that there were seven leaves growing on it, and in the center was a flower bud that was about to bloom! The flower bud was entirely red, emitting wisps of dense fire attribute energy. The color was bright red, just like the rising sun! "The flower hasn't bloomed yet, which means it hasn't matured yet!" Zephyr Khan sighed and shook his head regretfully.

Meanwhile, Erito’s both hands were seen hugging tightly his elder brother, without any thought to release his hug. “Their bodies are eternal… Their loves are eternal as well… Their handsome, gorgeous, perfect faces are eternal…” uttered Rendy Pluto. “Their attractive, charming and perfect bodies are also eternal…” mumbled Pierre Zhaopardy. “Is this the so-called eternal love?” Paul Jayden’s rhetorical question was heard.