Novel & Cerita Falling Flower Petals

“What do you mean by this? Can we reduce our karmic debts if we do more good deeds? Is that it?” “Also, who exactly are you? Can you show yourself?” she pressed but didn't receive any further response. A few seconds later, a red petal fell before her, spurring her to reach out to catch it. The tiny petal fell directly onto the center of her palm, glowing a bright red color like the gemstone. Upon closer inspection, it looked like a wintersweet flower petal. Was this a type of plum flower? Xyla suddenly thought of the two plum flower birthmarks on her children.

I picked up the flower, feeling the softness of the petals against my skin. "Thank you, Lucas," I said softly as I lay down on my bed, holding the flower in my hand and closing my eyes. I felt the softness of the bed beneath me and the faint fragrance of the flower as I drifted off into a peaceful sleep, feeling as if I were a bird soaring in the sky.

Suddenly, a flower bloomed behind her. The flower was very magical and had countless petals. The petals of the flower were arranged in many different layers. The center was only surrounded by five petals while the second layer consisted of ten petals. Innumerable petals packed the outermost layer of the flower.

Unfortunately, the happy times were long behind them. Cassiopeia took out the pictures and tore off Lucas's figure from each one of them before throwing them into the trash can. Anya and she were the only ones that remained. Halfway through packing, she caught the whiff of a repulsive smell. She frowned instinctively. When she went to open the door, the smell grew sharper. When she had taken a few steps forward, she was hit with a heavy wave of nausea and almost lost her balance. She staggered a few steps before planting herself against the wall. Her head felt like mud.

The netizens jokingly called him a hopeless romantic, and the fans who shipped us were utterly obsessed. But one day, when he was still logged in on his WhatsApp account on the tablet, a woman sent him a message with a video. In the video, the woman was cosplaying as a bunny police officer, and her gaze was suggestive. She was sitting in a kneeling position with her legs spread apart, and both her hands were unfastening the buttons of her shirt, revealing supple skin that seemed eager to break free. "Bunny really misses Benny. I want Benny to do things to me!"

A soft plunk echoed through the air as the ring disappeared beneath the surface, swallowed by the deep. Carissa turned to the distance, a bright, carefree smile blooming on her face as she looked at the grave. "You're free now. From now on, love yourself more." Her smile was as lovely as ever.

He slid the ring onto her, whispering words that only she could hear. “For the world may turn and time may burn, but you, Inayat, will remain my only constant.” The hall burst into applause. Petals fell from above — dozens of baskets released at once by hidden hands. Pink, ivory, lavender, marigold — each flake of flower catching the light as it danced downward. Inayat looked up instinctively, her eyes widening at the sudden rain of color and petals. A laugh escaped her lips, the kind that bubbled out like a child’s joy.

And why, after drinking too much, would he pull me into his arms and repeatedly murmur, "Nora, you’re mine. Nora, can you stay with me forever…" Perhaps I had stared too intently because Scout followed my gaze. He tugged off the cufflink, and casually tossed it into the trash can. In that instant, it felt as if my heart had plunged into an icy abyss.

ANAYA'S POV I felt so angry to the core that I was being treated like a puppy he was walking. He stayed behind me in silence, monitored my steps and cross checked everything and anything I bent touch to touch. I couldn't help but to frown at him every time he came close to me. A four petal pink flower stood firm despite the cold wind blowing every once in a while. I stepped closer to and and knelt down to get a better look at it. Its petals were light pink with the middle being of each petal being a deep shade of red. Yellow seeds stood out in the middle of the small flower.

Jayden flips her folds with his right thumb, his other hand caressing her plum breast. She whimpers, her back arcing upward. She’s so sensitive, Jayden realized. “Did she tell you how stubborn we are?” he asked, applying pressure on her clit, teasing her with his calloused thumb. “Did she tell you that once we like someone, we never ever leave them alone?” he smacked her breast lightly. Rita, helpless and sore, cries out. It’s hard to discern the cry. Is it from pleasure or helplessness? She—’