Falling Flower Petals Novels & Stories

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—’

But he had brought her scent with him. I walked to the edge of the cliff. The sea crashed below, a roar of white and azure, hungry and indifferent. I extended my hand, the one holding the rose, and opened my fist. The flower fell. It tumbled through the air, spinning, shedding petals like drops of blood, until it vanished into the foam.

They were dying now — petals brown at the edges, stems soft and drooping. She should throw them away. She didn't.

"Yes... yes... I’m okay. I’m just... I’m just..." His voice trailed off as his eyes fell on a cluster of pink and milk-colored petals shivering in the night breeze. Viburnum. They were the same flowers he had seen in the sprawling garden of the Wellman estate—the garden that had felt like a stolen paradise. He reached out with a trembling hand, his fingertips barely grazing the delicate, cool petals.

The letter didn't have a header and it didn't say from who it was either. It's the wind, can't you hear it? The sound is melodic, almost a whisper. Little by little, the voice turns brittle. Drop after drop, the tears don't cease to stop. The tune itself surrounds her, and like a spell her thoughts drown in the well. A soft murmur caresses her petals that are so thin, the light in her eyes slowly turning dim. The sigh of defeat makes the whistling howls of the wind freeze. Everything stops just as the rose falls.

Polly and Leo asked, hanging on, working to keep me for falling on the ground. "It hurts," I said, as vine after vine, appeared on my skin, green at first before turning black. They seemed to sear themselves into my skin as they burned. "Make it stop," I cried, tears raging down my cheeks and dripping onto my hands. The petals of my flower dropped from me one by one. Each withering and turning to gray dust before hitting the ground. Vines grew up at the location of the ashen petals, pulling the ash into the earth.

asked Gerald for confirmation. “Dead Annie! Two petals bloom and each petal represents a world!” replied the old woman in a rather mysterious manner. Gerald found himself raising a slight brow as he heard her talking about some mysterious plant. A flower that only bloomed two petals… Why did that sound so familiar? Thinking about it, he knew he had come across such a plant before. After all, natural flowers with only two petals were rare, so he would definitely remember if he had seen one before. But where?

A streak of lavender light returned a few seconds later. The fairy landed again in Kaelani’s palm, this time clutching something nearly as large as she was. A flower. Its petals glowed softly in shades of deep violet and silver, each one edged in a faint shimmer as if sprinkled with stardust. The shape was unlike anything Kaelani had ever seen—layered, intricate, impossibly delicate.

However, she had had so many incidents involving men and boys, that she was convinced that Tim was the best she was going to get, so she settled. She heard a sound like a wind chime. She looked up to see the petals from a rose bush falling into the swimming pool. Petals were slowly falling off from the bush, journeying their way and dropping gently on the pool. She frowned. Was she seeing things again, or were they really glowing? Grace stood up and slowly walked towards the bush. Sure enough, each time a petal landed on the surface of the water, it made a sound like a spoon on glass – resonating through the garden. “I must be dreaming,” she whispered to herself and smiled. She reached out t

I pause to admire their beauty, taking in the delicate ruffles and curves of each petal. Further down the path, I come across a sea of bright orange poppies, their petals fluttering in the breeze. The scent of their soft, velvety petals reaches my nose, and I can't resist picking one to bring closer to my face. I inhale deeply, letting the scent of the flower fill my senses.