Flor Naranja Novels & Stories

What she didn’t know— was that this small act— would make him far more dangerous tonight. Soon, they arrived at the fruit-gathering area. Clar’s curiosity flared. She wanted to pick everything—but the original owner rarely left the cave. Her memory held almost nothing about these fruits. She looked at Lucas helplessly. “I know the orange one—Luna picked it before. But what’s this red one?” Lucas explained patiently. “The orange one is Sweet Fragrant Fruit. The red one is Sour Fruit.” She picked one and tasted it. Sour— very sour.

"This soft blue is amazing, and they seem to flower constantly...it's Plumbago auriculata and we usually put them outside the Temperate House, but I think they're going to land at the north and south entrances. In a sunny spot, they're so reliable and easy...they'll flower all summer." "Over there, that grapefruit's been cranking out fruit...I took some home, and we had them for breakfast the other day." Looking at Jodi, Pete grinned, "Somebody's got grapefruits, bigger than those." She shook her head with annoyance, "This's my teenager trapped in a man's body...but I was thinking we could make Palomas."

he yelled at me. At that moment, a floral scent with hints of citrus and honey filled my nostrils—it was fresh and sweet. So lovely. I closed my eyes, filling my lungs with the beautiful scent, trying to decipher it. It stirred something within me, yet left my knees weak. It was so sweet that I could almost taste it on my tongue. "Orange blossoms," I muttered, taking another breath. "I know this scent..." The aroma wrapped around me like a warm embrace, distracting me from the chaos of the moment.

her lips were curled into a soft, welcoming smile. I offered a small smile in return before muttering a soft "Hello" Lilo looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to say my name, but then sighed when she realized I wasn't going to. "Colleen, this is Rosalya, but she also goes by Rosie. She's Calix’s human mate!", Lilo said like if she were a proud mom. Oh my gosh, this girl. Colleen gasped, clamping her hands to her mouth with widened eyes. I shrunk into the bed a little as I wasn't really liking her reaction.

My eyes flutter open, focusing on what he holds in his hands. “A marigold,” I whisper, marveling at the vibrant flower clutched tenderly between his thumb and pointer finger. I look at him, silently asking if I can take it. He nods, handing the flower over to me. “I didn’t know we had any here.” He shrugs. “I guess we do now.” My eyes take in the vibrant yellow and orange colors of the petals. They’re so bright. The colors remind me of the flame of his lighter. “It’s beautiful,” I marvel, twirling the flower between my fingers.

‘There are such places’ ivory wondered, she looked at the second mission and had the urge to laugh now she knew why literarily no one picked the two mission. The second mission was about bringing a rare running plant named blohy, it was a weird name, catching blohy was next to impossible for phase one-three to catch them. A phase four could but it would expend his energy and they were basically no use to them so phase four and above never caught them. ‘What if I fail the mission or if I bring herbs from there’ ivory asked. ‘No problem then, it’s just that you’ll be charged for using the portal’ the guy answered.

Orange started next to blow her trumpet: "I am the color of health and strength. I may be scarce, but I am precious for I serve the needs of human life. I carry the most important vitamins. Think of carrots, pumpkins, oranges, mangoes, and papayas. I don't hang around all the time, but when I fill the sky at sunrise or sunset, my beauty is so striking that no one gives another thought to any of you." Red could stand it no longer he shouted out: "I am the ruler of all of you. I am blood - life's blood! I am the color of danger and of bravery. I am willing to fight for a cause. I bring fire into the blood. Without me, the earth would be as empty as the moon. I am the color of passion and of lo

"My work is something a lot of people could use. Even you, Sharon—and this gentleman here—could benefit from it. In fact, he would benefit even more than you would. Why don't you take a guess?" Sharon studied her briefly. "Are you a florist?" Marina looked genuinely shocked. "How did you guess that?" Sharon smiled. "I can smell a faint floral scent on you. It's not perfume or fragrance oil—it's the kind of natural scent only fresh flowers carry. "Yours isn't a single note either; it's rich and layered. You must spend a lot of time around flowers. Also, your nail color looks like it's been tinted by petals. And you still have bits of petals caught in your hair.

It was as close to something she could not name and yet it wasn’t. Oranges. She learned to eat them a lot until her guts hurt. Some books she read said orange is a sign of marriage and so it was. But what of it. She learned to sprout the seeds and bury them beneath the soil. Some grew and bore fruits and flowers. Strangely, she climbed the tree one day and picked a flower, crushed it within the palm of her hand and inhaled it. The scent of Neroli never left her from that time on. She grew up learning the art of perfumery, realizing she had the nose for distinguishing the seven different types of smell. She started buying little vials of perfume and mixing them up to create a new scent and ha

The bright yellow and orange flowers were beautiful and Flora could not help smelling their fresh and minty scent. “Do you know what these are, Nadi?” she asked her daughter who shook her head. “These are called sanaria. I didn’t know that these could repel insects, but they do make the chicken broth taste a lot better.” Rosa probably forgot to put these on her list, thought Flora. “Let’s just pick some of the leaves, Nadi. Don’t get too much from one place or your Uncle Emil will be angry at you.” Flora instructed her daughter.