Flor Naranja Novels & Stories

“Ha! Just as I thought. Seems like I will receive a kiss from you again.” He reaches towards the table, where the pack of different fruits is laid down, and takes the small light brown object. “This is lanzones,” he informs. “Delicious but only seasonal.” It looks like a smaller orange but in a different color. Kleavon cracks it in the middle and white flesh comes out. “Get the flesh.” I gingerly take one. It’s also like orange, with divided sections, but it has a light, transparent flesh. “Come on, taste it. It’s smaller so it doesn’t have the bitter seed,” he urges.

I held the delicate flute glass up to the light streaming from behind the counter. The bubbles of the mimosa sparkled like tiny, effervescent stars against the orange hue of the juice. I smiled, turning the glass slightly, watching the way the liquid shifted and shimmered. I took a sip of it. There was something magical about it. It's the perfect blend of sweet and tart, with the champagne bringing that light bubbly feeling that dances on your tongue. The orange juice adds just the right amount of citrusy zing, making it both refreshing and invigorating.

I lifted my hand to scratch the back of my neck, but she spoke sharply, stopping me in my tracks. “Hands down! A Consort must always be the picture of elegance and restraint.” Her voice rang with both authority and disdain. I nodded silently, not wanting to say the wrong thing. I turned back to look at the flowers, but she spoke again. “This is the Nolorith flower. It is a plant of both poison and medicine. It is dangerous to handle it carelessly,” she remarked, while stroking the stem of the branch closest to us. “Nearly all the plants in this courtyard possess poisonous properties.”

NORA It’s been a few hours since we settled at the private villa my dad so graciously arranged for us from miles away. Mars’ fever has broken and his pain is under proper management. We decided not to head back to the resort to make sure we have everything under control. The villa smells too much like the hospital we just escaped. So I fix it. By bringing Marcellus flowers. Not cheerful yellow ones. Or soft pink roses tied with some ridiculous satin bow. I choose a bouquet of dark blue delphiniums and nearly black irises.

They were red and shiny like jewels, reflecting the sunlight that came through the trees. Elara noticed the flowers too and recognized them. She turned to me and said, "Scarlett, look at these flowers. They're called Crimson Bloom. They can help heal wounds and injuries." I was curious and moved closer to see the beautiful Crimson Bloom. The petals were soft like velvet, and the stem had small thorns for protection. It seemed strong and alive, capturing my attention. "Tell me more, Elara," I asked with genuine interest. "How do these flowers help with healing?"

He walked out of the room not bothering to wait for him. Feng Shao huffed and followed him to the hall. He could see beautiful flower beds on the sides of the pathways which he was walking on. He could also smell the calming fragrance. And some medicinal herbs used merely for the purpose of decoration. The sun was shining so brightly with a wonderful breeze accompanying the heat that was making multiple hazes on the soils. It was a wonder as to why those flowers were thriving nicely in such a weather. "We're here." The little boy announced in a bored tone.

He then brought the basket to Elio, looking like an old man who just got back from the market. After he placed the basket on the coffee table. Elio took a closer look and saw the grapefruit-sized object inside it. It had an ugly grayish-black wrinkled exterior, and it smelled nauseating. A scorching heat emanated from it as if it had just emerged from an oven. Elio's eyes widened. "It’s a Scarletflame Fruit! It's a precious fruit that grows inside volcanos, and it takes at least a thousand years to grow to this size. Despite its looks, it’s a truly rare find!”

Audrey winked at Charlene teasingly. Charlene blinked slowly, she looked vaguely around the room. “I need to talk to him. I don't need your help.” She attempted to leave but they all girdled around her, preventing her from taking another step. “There's no way out, ma'am.” Mira grabbed her hand, he spun her to the railings. “Red, black, pink, heliconia, cherry red, rose blossom, metro blue... Goodness, all these colors will definitely suit your flawless, slippery skin. What do you think, Flora?”

I wrap my body in a towel and walk over to my phone on my bedside table. I call a friend of mine how happens to be a florist. “Miss Jully how may I help you?” Ava asks. I smile. “Ava, I have aa favor to ask.” “What ever you need Miss Jully.” She says. “Do you have any flowers that means fuck you or fuck off?” I ask. She’s silent for a second. “Well, no, but I do have orange lilies and they have a similar meaning. Orange lilies they mean hatred.” She tells me.