Favorite Flower Novels & Stories

She answered excitedly, clapping her hands together. "Although we haven't decided on flowers yet, and we might need you to do a little inspection on our work." I let out a small chuckle at her words, finally turning to look at her again. "With you supervising it, I'm sure it turned out perfect." I said, making her smile. "And as for flowers, go for Lilies. They're my husband's favourite." Gemma’s eyes lit up at the information and she nodded wordlessly before turning on her heels to go finish the job.

she answered softly. I glanced at her, worried. “Why? Why are sunflowers your favorite flowers? I'd like to know.” “Ever since I was a child I've always loved dandelions because they are very… useful,” she said after a pause. “ Dandelion is very useful because it can be used as food for rabbits and other animals that are strictly herbivores and also it is very beautiful under the Sun. Also sunflowers are my favorite color so I'm not really drawn to yellow flowers.”

I tell her this as I show her the different flowers I chose for her. I didn't want to get her the same boring flowers that everyone else did, so I called a few people before I came over who could get me some better ones today. I've never bought flowers for a girl before, so I chose Anemone, Camellia, Gladiolus, Bougainvillea, Cyclamen, Peonies, Jupiter Dahlia, and Purple Gomphrena.

"Noted. And favorite flowers?" Her lashes were wet, her cheeks flushed—not just from the alcohol, but from the way her emotions had spilled open. She leaned back slightly, her gaze finding mine, glassy but unflinchingly honest. "My favorite flowers…" she whispered, her breath warm against my jaw, "...dandelions… and roses." "Dandelions?" I teased softly, brushing my thumb along her jawline. "Not the grandest choice." She gave me that tipsy, crooked little smile that had my heart in a vise. "Because… even when they’re stepped on, they come back. And roses… because they’re beautiful but dangerous. Like you."

Exquisite blooms surrounded me, but I was uncertain whether any of them would truly resonate with her. “Are these flowers for a special occasion?” I turned back to the manager. “No special occasion. I want to give flowers to the woman I love. What would you suggest?” “”Yes, sir, I have many recommendations! You know, the most important thing is the thought behind the gesture; any flower you choose will surely bring her joy simply because you remembered her. Roses are a classic choice, of course, symbolizing appreciation and love. If you’re looking to express deep love, red roses are perfect. Pink roses convey admiration and gratitude, while yellow roses express friendship and joy. Tulips are

After stepping inside and taking in the room full of colorful blossoms, he lit a cigarette and asked in a low voice, "What kind of flowers should I send if I want to win back a woman's heart?" The florist looked at the distinguished man and pondered for a moment before responding, "Roses and lisianthus. Roses represent love, while lisianthus represents eternity."

“Hello? Lychee delivery!” Shortly after, dozens of workers could be seen entering the house with large bouquets of jasmines and lychees. Since the flowers and fruits weren’t tended to, a sweet scent soon began wafting through the air… Though Zivon had previously sent flowers to Xavia before, he had never really asked what flowers she liked most. After giving it ample thought, however, he figured that jasmines suited her best. After all, to him, she was as delicate and sweet-smelling as the pure jasmine flower… What’s more, Jasmines symbolized faithfulness, so this flower pretty much had it all.

It felt unfair, to both of us, to be honest. "Larkin, what's your favorite color?" I ask, looking up. Our eyes meet, and he smiles a little. "I really like pink. The deep, rich kind you find in the flowers growing near the riverbanks." It was so funny, hearing such a dainty answer from such a large man. "Do you have a favorite meal?"

She smiles. A cluster of pale white flowers blooms at the far corner. They too, move like they are drawn to her. Their intoxicating scent locates her. “Awwwwww, they’ve bloomed again,” she mutters, crouching down and inhaling it, sweet and comforting. A dreamy look taking over her expression. “Of course. I should’ve known.” Altharion joins her. “Gardenia jasminoides have always been your favourite.” He is met with silence.

said my father, with a smile on his face, turning to Charles: "My daughter's favorite flower is the lily. I remember one day when Selena was 5 years old, she pulled me and her sister to show us a new flower she had discovered. The flower is named after her mother, Lily... ..." I was speechless. I searched my memory for the story my father had told me, but it was a hazy one. I love lilies, but this is not my favorite. I like Iris best, because Iris has the same purple as my eyes.