Finding Camellia Wiki Novels & Stories

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.

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.

he said before handing her the bouquet of middlemist red, that is the rarest and most expensive plant he could find in the empire. "How very thoughtful of you. Thank you but isn't this type of camellia flower very expensive? This color also means love, passion, and deep desire. Could this be a confession of love, my prince? I should tell you again that I'm an engaged woman. It would be very controversial for our families if I have you as my mistress." Ruby teased with a mischievous smile making the prince blush. "Oh no. It was merely an accident. I asked the florist to give me the rarest plant because I didn't think that roses would be enough to be on par with you so I bought this instead. S

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?" Harvey said with a faint smile. "That sounds like the name of an ordinary housewife. Anything special about her?" Clarion's eyes twitched before saying, "Camellia is one of our distant relatives. When she was young, she was called the "Queen Bee". It was said that when she was young, the reason she fought was to make her opponents into her servants. If Grand City had a criminal underworld, then Camellia would be the queen of this underworld.

"Can I move the white camellia in the courtyard to my new place?" Freddie frowned. "It's already March. The flowers will wither soon. There's no point moving it now. Besides, the flowers will all fall off during the transplant." I smiled faintly. "It'll bloom again next year." Even though I wouldn't be around to see it. Freddie looked at me deeply and said nothing more. However, Bianca suddenly chimed in, "Oh my, I've heard that camellias symbolize bad luck. The way they drop resembles a decapitation. Should we just dig it up? I want to plant some laurels instead!"

Camellia looked around the room she found herself in with confusion. She could tell that she was in Hagen’s room by the furniture and the wall. Instantly, her hand squeezed the white sheet that was under her body. Camellia was about to move when suddenly she heard the sound of the door opening. Her head quickly turned to the source of the sound, and she found a beautiful woman walking into the room with a quiet bearing. When the beautiful woman saw her sitting on the bed, she gave a smile that seemed very well-trained.

She winked and watched the jaw dropped look on her face as she inspected the flowers. “For me? Who would send me flowers?” She searched for a label or note, but found none. Daniella looked more excited than her. “Not just any flower, Brynne. Someone’s sent you red camellias!” Brynne gave her a confused look. “What’s so special about them?” “Don’t you know what they symbolize?” Brynne shook her head. She only knew about roses. “Passion, desire!” gasped Daniella, watching her friend with amusement. “I’m sure your mysterious hook-up from last night might have sent it.”

“Roses, lilies. There are a ton of them. Depends on which one matches her personality.” “I’ll have to decide when we get to the store.” He pulled over in front of a floral store minutes later. The moment I stepped into the store, one of the florists was holding a bouquet that caught my attention. I smiled. The soft pink petals were layered and perfectly symmetrical, like porcelain roses. I knew instantly that this style best suited Giselle’s personality. That was exactly what I needed. “What is that called?” The florist smiled at me; her brown eyes lit up. “Camellias.”

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.