Flor Naranja Novels & Stories

She seemed to carry the light on her body, making the darkness fade little by little. Oralie entered the cave, she looked left and right, and her eyes stopped at the red flower crawling on the edge of the cave. The flower exudes a gentle, sweet fragrance that lingers at the tip of the nose. The flower stalks are light brown and hairy, and the yellow-green leaves are asymmetrical with smooth edges.

That faithful moment that changed her and her sister’s life forever. Rie dried her face using the towel hanging on her shoulder and then walked out of the bathroom. She weakly sat down on the bed. She no longer knew what was happening. Rie was still drinking tea made of flax seeds every night. Flax seed was one of the major ingredients for a sleeping potion.

She also picked some random lilac flowers to smell their fragrance. I faced her and said, "No question. Narra tree is one of the wonderful trees created in the world." But, Flora's lips curved down a bit after hearing my words to her. It brought me bewildered and concerned about the words I used. "...It is also dreadful..." She whispered to herself like she accidentally said it, but unfortunately for her, I heard it. I looked back to Larch, who was now touching the Narra trees' trunk. I cannot see his face, so I did not know or speculate about his possible reasons.

Where there were dead weeds and barren soil, now there are exotic flowers with bold colors. “These are the last Orchids.” Isadora rasps out as she sets a pot of orchids near my feet. She wipes her brow as she peruses the garden. “Oh, anjo, it looks spectacular. I don’t think I’ve ever seen this garden look so beautiful.” She says with unabashed delight. I slide next to her and appraise the Orange tropical flowers, Poppy-Papaver Rhoeas, and Freesias. “I’m glad you like it, Isa. Do you think Argent will?”

She shook her head in amusement, "Haven't used a number of them yet, but so far, there's Red Dahlia: when I mean business and strictly business, there's...are you sure this won't bore you?" "Nothing about you ever bored me, Louisa." He watched her cheeks almost match her red, glossy hair. "Go on...you may include the events associated with them," he encouraged. She almost beamed, "okay, Black cherry is mutism, that was what I had three days ago, Power red is tolerance, I had it on in Hawaii when we met, uh...Orange tangerine is calm and efficacy, that too was in Hawaii when I had to encounter you and focus on my work, and there's Berry Nude which is what I'm putting on now," she avoided to n

‘The flowers,’ she continued through gritted teeth, ‘are beautiful. Nero’s voice seemed to become deeper. ‘I agree,’ he whispered. ‘The nénuphar is the most beautiful flower of all.’ As he spoke his hand found her clitoris and began to massage the erect, erotic stem. Then his fingers encircled the rosebud pink petals of her sex-lips and began, with excruciating slowness, to penetrate her.

Caesar took out the little red flower hidden behind him and handed it to Lola, "It's your favorite little red flower." Finally, Lola moved her ears, she sat up, looking surprised at the little red flower in Caesar's hand. She stared intently at the red flower in Caesar's hand. Caesar asked, "Do you remember? Its name is the Puhuang orchid, a flower that grows on the edge of cliffs. You said its stamen tastes sweet, an Alpha would give it to their Omega." Lola nervously held Caesar's hand, "Did you taste it?" Caesar said, "Not yet."

"Of course, you can." Noura smiled happily. She approached dozens of blue roses. She plucked it carefully so as not to get hit by the thorn. "You like blue roses?" asked Orlan, who was already standing beside his mate. Noura gasped in surprise. "Yes. Blue is my favorite color." He had new information about Noura he had just got. Orlan will keep it in memory. Noura turned to a bunch of red roses; she smiled bitterly. Her face was gloomy for a moment. A flash of memories flashed through her mind, and Noura's eyes widened. What did she just say? Blue? Oh, how's this?

If she was not around, I will invite another woman into my bed to pleasure me. But with Luna here as my mate, everything has changed. I tried to walk around the garden until I saw a unique flower on one side. It was a deep orange flower and it was beautiful. The gardener was on the opposite side so I took the opportunity to ask him about the flower. "Ahm, excuse me. What is the name of this flower," I asked? "Hello, sir. Oh, that's an Epiphyllum. It's actually a hybrid orchid cactus and it's the first time that it blooms," he explained to me.

’ “Ma'am this has to be the biggest order all year. 999 flowers signify forever love. Red roses signify Everlasting love. We hope you and your man have a wonderful love life ahead.” “Thank you so much.” Me: You got me 999 flowers? My Sweet Munchkin: Yes. You deserve that and more. They would have gotten a lot more, but that was the most they had. Me: They're so beautiful. My Sweet Munchkin: Not as beautiful as you. Me: Thank you. I'll talk to you later. Nora met her outside, her eyes nearly popping out of her eye sockets as she saw the flowers. “Are these from your husband?”