Floral Names Novels & Stories

Siena would think that he wanted to buy flowers for her! “Too bad it’s not sakura season yet. My grandparents loved sakura flower so much,” she responded. She turned her gaze on the various flowers. The beautiful flowers would soon disappear as the winter was coming. “Your grandparents loved sakura flower?” She nodded. “Yes. They even called me Cherry, from cherry blossom. That’s the name for sakura flower in English. So my Mom and I have a name of same meaning,” she told, smiling. Her heart lightened upon recalling the memory.

“Me too.” The kids soon joined us, and we spent the evening talking about baby names. Mina was determined to suggest names inspired by flowers, while Hibiki preferred names with strong meanings. “What about Sakura if it’s a girl?” Mina offered. Hibiki made a face. “Too common. What about Ren for a boy? It means ‘lotus.’” “That’s a flower name too!” Mina argued. “Well, yeah, but it’s cooler,” Hibiki shot back. “Kids,” Jiro interrupted, laughing. “Why don’t we make a list and let Papa and I decide later?”

“ . . . Shall you? Oh my.” “Yes. I wish to give my daughter a rather conflicting name, you see, and I felt that being called after a poisonous flower would do just that. First I thought of Elephant Ear, but you can imagine how that would be when she hits twelve or so—” “Yes, yes, I see your point,” the nurse would whisper ever so faintly. “And there are so many other names to choose from, really. Gardenia and Foxglove. False Hellebore is just right out, you see, but Baneberry . . . ”

The last flower was Ursinia in case you forgot. ~Damien. Opening the old wounds, aren't I? But what if the old wounds weren't healed? I am just doing what it takes me to move on. So, taking a pen and paper lying beside me on the desk I noted the name of the flowers and highlighted the first alphabet in the order I received them. 'I'ndigo 'L'ily 'O'riental poppy 'V'iolet 'E'nglish Bluebell 'Y'arrow 'O'rchid 'U'rsinia

When we arrived at the part where there are a lot of flowers, I thought that I want to go down from Kyros's back. "Are you sure you're fine?" Kyros keeps on worrying about my foot. "If you're that worried then just hold my hand," I said as I reached my hand out to him. He looked surprised while looking at my hand. As if he remembers something. "This is so not like you." He said and I chuckled. "Just hold it." He's an obedient wolf, he held my hand and helped me walk towards the beautiful flowers. I smiled when I suddenly remembered my mom planting these flowers. Her favorite flower is Lily of the valley, that's why she named me Liliana.

She pointed to the apartment building in front of the flower shop. Peeking at the building, the handsome young man gasped. “Oh? You are really near from here.” Jane nodded her head very quickly. “So, just like what I’ve said to you before, I studied in the Botany department. I know a lot about flowers and plants." She pointed to the flowers one after another and gave them their names. "White Lilac means innocence, blue Hydrangea means apology, Chamomile is a symbol of rest and relaxation, Blue pansy represents trust in love and..."

The vivid colours of the flowers make the place like a painting exposed in the middle of the plants. “I take care of it every day,” Axel said. “No wonder it's so beautiful,” Oliver mumbled, staring right into his eyes. Axel blushed and kept walking. “Do you want me to show you my favourite flowers?” “Sure,” the young prince followed him until they stopped in front of some gorgeous looking flowers. “These are called Als—” “Alstroemerias,” Oliver cut him off and Axel widened his eyes, not expecting him to know about such rare flowers. “Do you know them?”

Michelle walks in. "Sorry to interrupt, but did you order flowers, or can you check with Arthur if he did?". I look at her arms, and she is holding a small bouquet of a white, pointy flower. Mary gasps. "Lotus flowers. They're beautiful. But I don't think Arthur would have picked them out for me. He knows my favorite are Daffodils". I suddenly get an idea and start googling on my phone. Lotus flowers are the flower of knowledge. Rose found something.

Floral chuckled and smiled at Finn, "What's your name, boy?" "Finn." "Oh, Finn, that's a nice name you've got there." "Everybody says that, ma'am." "But mine is supposed to be special." "Not in the type you must be thinking about, ma'am. If we speak of the mosquito's way of special song, and the sound of an empty barrel, yes, maybe that type." It took Floral a while to know that Finn was saying that her compliment was very unpleasant to the ears. Claire, who got it earlier, cracked a smile and looked proudly at him.