Favorite Flower Novels & Stories

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.

I crouched down to her level. "You're very welcome. I didn't know what flower you liked, so I guessed," I said. "I love daisies! They're my favorites!" she exclaimed. It seemed like everything she said was an exclamation. Her vibrant energy reminded me of Deira. She buried her nose in the daisies to smell them. Then she looked up. "I also like roses and tiger lilies and chrysanthemums." Her lisp came out again on chrysanthemums.

I needed more than what he gave but I was stuck with him— not anymore. I smiled at the delivery man as he raised a large bouquet of flowers which spelt out my name at the middle and the smell was intoxicating. I took the bouquet from him and commanded the maid to take over with the rest procedures as I turned to walk to the living area. I giggled like a child as I continued inhaling the calming fragrance from the flowers and they were Mary’s Tears or you could call it Lily of the valley. These were my favorite. I had always admired their resilience despite their fragile nature— I related to them.

The second one joined her quickly, both now wearing professional smiles. “Sir, we have a wide selection—flowers, cakes, jewelry, and more. What would you like?” “I need the best flower bouquet you have,” I said flatly. “As big as a hug.” They exchanged a quick glance, clearly fighting back grins to maintain composure. “Do you know her favorite flower or color?” the first asked. “Pink,” I answered. “I don’t think she has a specific favorite flower.” “Pink is very popular among women,” the second said warmly. “I’ll prepare something beautiful for her.” She walked off with purpose.

He decided to explain to him what the different flowers symbolized, that way he would be able to decide that which suited his woman. "Mister, this type is called carnations. These ruffly flowers are perfect for the romantic. The white and pink carnations are popular amongst highschoolers during valentine's day. And, they do stand for new love and have a cheerful blossom." "This type, lavender, is given to others to show devotion. The scent is calming and is also great for anyone who needs calming or stress relief."

"Peony for beauty and Elegance." I can feel My cheeks turning red. Skye Is always eager to let me know how much she loves me. "Alstroemeria for Devotion and support." She said smiling proudly. I can feel the butterflies inside my stomach. "Chrysanthemum for joy and optimism." "Sunflower for adoration and loyalty" Happy tears started to swell into my eyes. And I can hear the kids giggling around us while stuffing their mouths with a cupcake. "Zinnia for respect and honor."

the lady happily asked. "I actually don't know... Can you recommend a flower that she will like?" Red asked back to the lady. "If I'm the one to choose, sir, your girlfriend will definitely like our tulip bouquet. This flower is known for its beautiful color and its significant meaning. It means perfect and deep love. I'm sure your relationship will be going well if you buy this, sir!"

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 Aria because apparently, women have favorites whe

"Here, for you. I hope you like it." "Thank you, my Lord." I said, then took the flower from him. Wait! Is this Aria? My eyes widen in shock. Wow! I smiled when I smelled the flower. It's really Aria! It really smells great! One of the sweetest flowers in the world. Once you take a sniff you will really find and find its smell. Haaaaah. The smell is great. This is one of the famous flowers in this world. To be able to get this one, must be really hard and expensive.

"You won't believe it! Each flower tastes like a different color!" Liam chuckled softly, his eyes filled with affection for the whimsical Rose. "Is that so, my love? Well, I'm eager to hear more." Rose plucked a vibrant purple blossom from a nearby side of the bouquet and held it delicately between her fingers. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and brought the petals to her lips. With a gentle nibble, she savored the taste of the flower. "Mmm," Rose hummed with delight. "This one tastes like sweet grape juice, like the color of royalty."