Finding Camellia Novels & Stories

Camellia was setting out dishes on the table with a smile. She was so focused on her task that she didn't hear the door open, and Aysel was able to sneak up behind her and give her a warm, surprising hug. Startled, Camellia almost dropped the tray she was holding. It didn't take long for her to realize it was Aysel, who often surprised her in this manner. A smile lit up Camellia’s face as she giggled, making her look more graceful and beautiful.

On the vanity, lit up by the morning sun like they were glowing on purpose…an absurd, huge bouquet of red camellias. Not roses, camellias. Deep, velvet, impossible red. The language of flowers drilled into me by months of boring etiquette lessons my mother made me learn screamed in my head… I love you beyond cure. My heart aches for you. You are the flame in my soul. Undying, ridiculous, dramatic love. Those are what camellias symbolize. I walked over like I was in a trance, lifted the heavy crystal vase, and buried my face in them. The scent hit me like a drug, sweet, rich, a little dangerous and I exhaled.

Camellia cursed inside. “I’ll go first,” Camellia said.

I smiled at him but he did not return it back, his eyes narrowed at the collection of flowers before him, taking a pink camellia from the bunch, “And this flower?” I rack my brains, trying to remember what Vivian has said only to come into realization that it was Caelum who gave me the meaning of that particular flower. “That’s a pink camellia – it’s when you are…longing for someone.” I can feel my neck and cheeks burning up as I said those words.

Camellia had refused for reason that the black flower did not make many people interested in buying it, but, finally, Peter himself planted it and took care of it. "Nothing for sure... I'm sorry to trouble you." Tessa bowed slightly, apologizing to the woman, who was estimated to be 70 years old. "There is." Camellia looked at the woman in front of her and gave a faint smile. "Where is it?" Tessa looked around, but there wasn't the flower she was looking for. "Come here; I've put them in a special place." Camellia tugged gently on the hand of the woman in front of her.

I recognized it from one of those random TikTok videos about expensive plants. “I figured roses were too cliché,” Giovanni said, holding the flower out to me. “You’re unique, Annalisa. One of a kind. This Camellia reminded me of you.” I blinked, speechless for a second. Damn. The lines were smooth, I would give him that. And the flower was actually kinda pretty. But still. Still! I snatched the flower from his hand, stared him dead in the eye, and threw it on the ground. Then I stepped on it. Really hard till they became shabby pieces.

Nick murmured, rubbing the petal still in his palm. “Hmm, camellias. They’re beautiful,” Carrie said, glancing at the white camellias at the corner. Her eyes drifted to the petal in Nick’s hand, and something flickered in her expression, and if Nick hadn’t looked up at her, he would have missed it. Nick nodded, suddenly shifting on the bench and straightening his back. “They’re for… I was thinking of picking up some for someone.” “Hmm, let me guess… me?” she joked and quickly laughed it off. “So which of them will be getting pretty flowers?” She glanced at him over her shoulder, her green eyes steady. “It must be a lot for you, Nick.”

I grinned at him " You know me so well." "Just tell me why you're here so I can help you out, I need to get back to work.". He said "You're so impatient." I said, chuckling loudly. A small patch of flowers at the rear end of the greenhouse caught my attention and I moved to get a closer look. It was a rich dark maroon and had velvety rounded petals and dark brown centers. "That's the Chocolate cosmos. It's quite rare and has a chocolaty- Vanilla fragrance. It'll be perfect for a gift. " Cam's voice rang out from behind me, I didn't realize he had followed me.

I’m dead broke, and I can only hope it is enough to soften their view of me, even a little. “As for my gift,” Camala continues, smiling as if she hadn’t just crushed someone moments ago, “I sourced the finest tea from outside Eboncrest.” Her smile widens. “It’s rare. Difficult to find across the lands. But as you all know, I only settle for the best.” The reactions are mixed. Some look impressed. Others look like they’re forcing themselves to be. I could be imagining it. “What does it do?” Kessi asks.

she said softly. “Day eight. I woke up to silence again. No schedule. No strategy. No faces watching to see how I respond. There is a fig tree outside the window. I think it’s older than anything I’ve ever built.” Camellia unlocked the door with a chipped key, coffee balanced between her elbow and the crook of her arm. On her desk sat a small wooden crate. Unmarked, sealed with twine. She frowned. No notification. No signature. She set her cup down and opened the box slowly.