Novel & Cerita Flor Naranja

So what the hell is this? Walking closer, I reach out to the bouquet, arranged in a square orange vase. It’s gorgeous. A combination of sunflowers and orange roses, with rust and gold chrysanthemums and fall leaves. Whoever sent this… they know me well. Sunflowers and orange roses are my favorites. I absolutely adore them.

I ask, keeping my eyes on the girl and somewhat ignoring the mother. “I’m Leonora, Luna. But mommy just calls me Nora.” “Oh!” I look at the mom with a tender look. “What a pretty name for a pretty girl. Is that flower for me, Nora?” “Yes! You and the Alpha. I plucked it myself.” She hands me the flower, and I immediately smell it. “Mmh, this is the best flower I have ever smelled. It smells like love.” “It does?!” Nora’s eyes widened with surprise and happiness. “Mommy! My flower smells like love!” She exclaimed with excitement, and the mother laughed with tears running down her cheek. She crouches down beside her daughter.

She looked at the orchid with flaring eyes and smirked, "Time to feed my fires." In a fraction of a second, Nora used her flames to burn the orchid. She turned the greenery orchid into ashes with her purple flames. The blossoms and twigs burned down to ashes while the big tree in the orchid shed its leaves with burnt bark. The fragrance from the lovely buds turned into the pungent smell of burnt smoke. The colours that gave a pleasant view to every passer’s eyes became the ashes.

"Nonsense! You've done more for me than you realize. It's the least I can do." Flora watched as Catarina arranged the fruit in a colorful display, the bright reds, yellows, and greens a stark contrast to the dullness of the hospital room. The sight of the fresh fruit, cut with care and arranged with love, filled her with a deep sense of gratitude. She reached out and took a piece of mango, savoring the sweet, juicy taste as it burst in her mouth.