Eternity Flowers Novels & Stories

They felt the ultimate release of immense pleasure as they eased out of the love spell that had them in chains of physical loving and uncontrollable intimacy. “The next item to be auctioned off is this flower vase, sculpted in the nineteen hundreds by a group of Ethiopian potters. It is regarded as one of the best works of art from the region due to its cultural heritage as the women inscribed the history of their land in every corner of the masterpiece,” Nicholas said to the crowd again, “The bidding starts at fifteen thousand dollars.” “Fifteen,” A black man in the crowd offered. “That’s fifteen right there. Do I hear sixteen from anyone else in the crowd? Sixteen thousand, anyone?” He ask

She pulled herself together once she was more emotionally stable and stepped out of the bathroom. Nelson was already dressed and sitting on the sofa scrolling through his phone as he said, "There will be a lot of people tomorrow, so book a bigger private room at the restaurant. She likes food with lighter flavors, so nothing heavy on the menu will be fine. As for the cake, get a Black Forest cake. The flowers have to be pink and white roses. When you have finished setting things up, send me pictures so I can give it a look. Then, get a dozen suits ready for me to pick from when I get back, all black. Irene only likes that color." Hearing that name, Sinead's heart jolted.

Until now, I didn’t know what he planned, and why he cancelled those plans before I achieved my mission. “Piper, just wait. Eventually, I will have what I want, and I’ll give you what you wished. Eternal freedom, and the status you desired,” he said, kissing my earlobes as I lay with him in the patient bed. My patient robe was draped over my shoulders and he was drawing minute circles over my areolas. However, I was exhausted. I ensued pondering on his words. The thing was, what was this cost of freedom? Would I ever escape the prison Lenard created for me, even if I killed him myself?

held healing properties, its waters glowing with a soft, ethereal light. "Our world slowly healed from the wounds of war, the Divine Being imbued the land with a fraction of its essence, giving rise to the Flower of Eternity. This mystical bloom burst forth from our world, its petals shimmering with stardust and its scent filling the air with the sweetness of forgotten memories. The flower's energy infused the soils, sea and skies, sparking a new era of evolution that unfolded like a tapestry of wonder." The voice said.

Olushola smiled as she joined the young man's side. The two young people walked slowly through the garden that surrounded them, their footsteps muffled by the soft carpet of damp greenery. Twilight bathed the place, offering a palette of pastel colors that danced on the petals of the flowers. The roses, still damp from the evening dew, reflected the crimson and pink hues of the fading sky. Above them, the sky was a glittering dome of stars. Each star a reminder of the vast universe to which they belonged. A gentle breeze swept through the garden, swaying the branches of the surrounding trees and carrying with it the intoxicating scent of blooming jasmine.

🌑 Chains of Eternity Kael’s eyes fluttered open to a sky that wasn’t a sky. Above him stretched a vast, blood-red dome, swirling with slow, lazy currents of crimson mist. It wasn’t clouds, not really—more like a living sea suspended in the heavens, its depths glimmering faintly with shadows that might have been wings, or teeth, or both. The weight of it pressed down on him, suffocating in its vastness, yet no wind stirred the air.

“Mm.” He pushes his forehead against mine, eyes closed, breathing harshly. I sniff his scent like a drug. A viral, sharp male fragrance that opens with bergamot, veering into zingy geranium, underpinned by mandarin and sage with a sprig of aromatic lavender. CK Eternity. Oh, how I just love love LOVE the aroma of that highly-priced green liquid. Love. Was it my imagination … or did he say it? I can swear he did. Nah, it was just wishful thinking. But what if he did? Did he mean it? Oh, please let it be true.

I scoff loudly at him “bullshit” “If he wants to marry her off, am here sitting ready to marry her?”, never, not in this eternity. “You never know what is waiting infront of you in eternity Ethan..., believe me or not am feeling this thing”. “What if the red roses are just a mistake?”, I ask him speaking a possibility. He scoff at it and said “she is a floral goddess for fucks sake”. “whatever”, I say rolling my eyes. “By the way who is the man you locked in dungeon?”, lucas asks.

Elena had paid for it. The memory of Elena's expression as she handed over the payment resurfaced in Adele's mind: lips pressed into a thin line, a subtle crease forming between her brows. It wasn't the cost that had irritated her foster mother; it was the spectacle of it all. A dress like this belonged to a fairy tale, but Adele knew this story wasn't one. Why did she have to wear something so extravagant for a wedding that felt like a prison sentence? The wedding was a one ticket way to a cage.

Deliberately, carefully, with skill and sustained effort. And underneath it, held so tightly it was barely present, held the way you held something at the bottom of a current with both hands and all your weight, something else entirely. Something that smelled of open ground after rain and running cold water and the particular clean-iron scent that belonged to a bloodline with significant age in it. Not warm-blooded. Not the human register. Something older than both, something that had been here before the categories existed and had continued regardless. I pulled back and looked at her face.