Favorite Flower Novels & Stories

Remembering how the Pladitus flower looks, it was really pretty, and more than the other flowers. "You see that purple and white flower there, it's an Alyssum, and that's Amaranthus, Daffodil, Tulip and….." she stopped " you look like you know them," she said, noticing that I was not behaving like it's my first time hearing them. I nodded "yes, I had a little garden at home" "That's nice, what is your favourite flower" " I don't really have a favourite, but if I were to pick, I would choose the white Orchid" I replied

As I think deeply about these things, I also think of a way to remedy them. I just need to do something to appeal to her. “What do women like?” I asked my assistant. He hesitates at first, surprised by the sudden question before he clears his throat and answers, “Erm, designer bags I guess and oh, flowers.” I am already scrolling through an online store on my phone, clicking away at every expensive bag that catches my eyes until I have already ordered a number to last her an entire year. Then we make a stop at the flower shop on the way home. Turns out there are more than a hundred thousand flowers and I can’t even decide which one to get for Leslie because apparently, women have favorites w

She smiled kindly at him and said, "It's rare to see a man making the effort to pick flowers for their other half these days. You must love your wife very much." Looking at the fresh blossoms and remembering Seraphina's smile whenever she received flowers, Caelum felt his frantic heart calm down a little. He smiled back and said, "Yes, I love my wife very much. These are apology flowers. Lilies of the valley are her favorite. I hope this will make her forgive me." The old woman handed him a flower she had picked and shook her head. "What a woman wants is just a man's sincere heart. As long as you haven't crossed a line, and as long as she still loves you, even a single flower is enough for h

“No offense, but usually, we are expected to keep to our latin roots at least in my family, maybe my mami is just old school.” I shrug “Yeah, I think that their Abulita wants to skin me alive, but mom likes me and I hope to stay on her good side.” Flowers in hand, I make my way to Nova’s place. Ana answers the door ushering me inside and telling me that Nova just needs a minute, they have been fussing over some detail that Ana doesn’t divulge. She spots the flowers “OOh, Nova is going to love those! But you really should know for the future that their favorite flowers are gardenias, followed by roses and orchids, however, really I think it’s about color and co

I reduce the brightness of the golden lamp and shut the door after kissing them goodnight. I also remember one of the bright days after the heavy clouds had poured down rain, I kneel beside them, showing them the flowers on the manicured lawns in the premises. We picked flowers and differentiate their scents. "What flowers do bees love?” She asks. I always admire Bernice's inquisitiveness. She must have taken after me. I always itch to say it out but, I dare not. "They love chamomile flowers, lavender, bee balm amongst others."

When he entered, he approached the florist who stood behind the counter. “Welcome to Serene Seeds, how may we help you, please?” “I need flowers, Uhm… good flowers,” he stuttered and the florist chuckled. “I could help you pick some. Who are you getting it for? Your girlfriend, friend, mother, or…?” “My wife. I’m getting it for my pregnant wife. I need something that could cheer her up,” he said and the woman smiled. “That is so thoughtful! Then, I would recommend Gypsophila paniculata which is also known as ‘baby’s breath’.”

Magnolias were my favorite flower, symbolizing loyalty. But their scent was unbearable to Justine. She preferred wheat stalks instead.

He said to the nurse and she bowed her head in greetings before heading back to her station. "But dad," Mackenzie turned to her father after checking for a tag and not finding any in the nest of flowers, "I don't know what these flowers are or who they're from, although they are beautiful." "The flowers indeed are lovely my dear. I'm pretty sure they're called Camellia flowers, they signify love and affection, those sort of things." "But who would possibly send these? They look expensive," Mackenzie mused, caressing the edges of the pink luxurious petals.

“Freesia is popular among werewolves. The scent is sweet without being sharp, and it looks elegant.” I nod. “Yeah. That is one of the few she actually enjoys.” “How about tulips? They’re pretty enough and they practically don’t have any fragrant scent at all. Plus, they come in different colors,” Jace suggests. “What about peonies?” Jace adds, rubbing his chin. “They look soft. Fancy without trying too hard.” Reed hums in agreement. “Hydrangeas could work too. They last a while, and they’re easy on the nose.”

Her Auntie Monique told her that if she have a soft heart, someone might abuse her kindness that even made her burst to laugh. She's wrong. No one would dare to do that to her. She is Ivy, and she won't let others to ruined and bully her. Ivy stand up from her chair and walk gracefully at the door. As she opened it, the scent of him runs through her nostrils that made Ivy to smile automatically. "Hi honey, flowers for you," a young handsome man said. Ivy accepted his bouquet flowers and smelled it. A fresh flower rose scent that made her calm smoothly. Rose is her favorite flower because it stand for love, and power.