Falling Flower Petals Novels & Stories

She asked when she saw the flowers suddenly stopped blooming midway… "Well, sweet wife, these flowers only bloom on the fourth month of every year, only by the sun set. All we have to do is to put a glass over this tree if you want to watch the petals for a long time…" Kamala said…this was the only flower that was unique in the garden. "It seems unique and captivating" she remarked when she saw the petals change from pink to dark purple. "It does…and it's very dangerous" she raised her eyebrows as if she wanted to know more of what he said.

He walked out of the room not bothering to wait for him. Feng Shao huffed and followed him to the hall. He could see beautiful flower beds on the sides of the pathways which he was walking on. He could also smell the calming fragrance. And some medicinal herbs used merely for the purpose of decoration. The sun was shining so brightly with a wonderful breeze accompanying the heat that was making multiple hazes on the soils. It was a wonder as to why those flowers were thriving nicely in such a weather. "We're here." The little boy announced in a bored tone.

Tim’s apartment was gorgeous and spacious. It was on the top floor of a luxury apartment building that overlooked a golf course, so the view out Ella’s window--the guest room that he insisted she could claim for as long as she wanted or needed to--was beautiful. Trees bloomed in vibrant shades of red, white, and pink, with floral bushes surrounding their trunks. Beyond them, a rolling field of green filled her view. The sky was still blue, though twilight was falling, and she could see the first stars pinning themselves above her where the night and day had rolled together to make a soft, inky blue.

And that is also why they have gained high respects from the other fellow wealthy residents. Roy's eyes wandered out as the car engine came to stop. The smell of peonies, tulips and gardenia filled Roy's nostrils—his eyes landing on the beautiful sea of flowers, wavering in a light breeze—in the front lawn. As soon as Roy got out of the car, with Bonnie's dutiful help, a plump figure pounced on him. A masculine aged laughter also echoed nearby. Roy looked down to see his lovely grandmother, embracing him tightly and from the wetness he felt in his shirt—she was probably crying too.

“Already earned the title as Mrs. Stewart, huh? So that’s what he thinks about me.” Everything I had earned had not been given out of love at all. It had been paid for with one of my kidneys. All the strength drained from my body at once, and I collapsed to the floor. I fell into a miserable heap. Pain spread through my body. I did not even have the strength to get back up. When Johnson saw me, he quickly strode over and helped me to my feet. He rested his profound gaze on me and asked, “How did you fall? When did you get here?”

"Do you have a death wish?" Petals exploded in a colorful shower, littering the floor, while crushed stems lay scattered like battlefield casualties. "Lick my shoes clean. Maybe I'll let you crawl out of here!" he demanded, grinding the flowers underfoot.

“Celine, we’re done crushing the squash.” “What’s that?” I asked curiously while looking at the lone petal. The look of the petal was familiar. “I put the petal in the sun so that the atmosphere at Starr’s grave would be similar to here in the penthouse.” “Starr’s grave?” “Every time I bring flowers to Starr’s grave, I take one petal and put it there. Therefore, I will know if the flower I brought will wither, and I know when to bring new flowers for her again.”

It was a beautiful thing that had caught my eyes and refused to let go. Now, I look at it and there is no life left in it. The cluster of wildflowers and their delicate colorful petals have withered and turned a sickly brown colour. The leaves that were once a vibrant green have lost their luster, drooping and curling in on themselves as if they can no longer bear the weight of the flowers. The petals, once so delicate and colorful, now look as if they have been drained of their life force, clinging to the wilted stems like a desperate cry for help.

Miya was stunned when she saw these rose petals from a distance. "Do flower petals even have any attacking ability? The fluctuation doesn't look very good either, and I think it's just one of those flamboyant but useless techniques!" A middle-aged man who was also a second-rank warrior king sneered as he stood there with his hands behind his back. The next second, all ten rose petals darted forth one after another. When the rose petals landed on the flames and the tiger that was formed from spiritual energy, an explosion occurred following a large blast.

Thousands of flower petals painted a magnificent scene, making it seem a bit demonic in this quiet night. The wind blew to the east and carried the petals to the east, as if the rolled-up flowers would become a beauty like on TV. Jessica slowly stopped and looked up at the beautiful scenery. A bright moon hung in the starry sky, and under the starry sky, countless petals danced. Pieces fell on her hair and shoulders. Jessica reached out and took a piece. The petals gently fell on her palm. They were soft and small, not like snowflakes that would melt immediately. They quietly stuck to her palm and trembled slightly.