Floral Names Novels & Stories

It's beautiful, mommy. “It is," she giggled, tapping on my nose lightly. “Just like you.” I laughed. “No! It's more like you, mommy!” “It is not truly a lily, but the flowers are no less resembling a calla lily. I read about them while researching the plants when I was in school.” Her sweet voice smoothed my mind when it rang in my head. “Spathe flower and cobra plant are its names, which they go by.” A slow but sure slight curve of my lips told me. I was smiling at the distant memory embellished by my mother.

Luke said this while taking in the smell of the sweet flower. “Why are you so obsessed with this particular flower, Lily?” Kelly asked curiously while walking towards them. Lily looked at her before throwing a grin. “Because it has the same name as her.” Abigail answered before Lily as they all gathered around to see the beautiful flower. “That’s one of the reasons. Papa says this flower is called the flower of heaven, and it smells exactly like heaven.” Lily answered while explaining the reason behind her obsession with one particular flower. Lily felt Rayan’s hand wrap around her shoulder before his fingers brushed over her bare arm. His warm touch almost made her shiver in the chilly nigh

I asked. "Any ideas?" Lis asked. What should we name it? "Women support group?" Sussie suggested. "We can't be that obvious. We'll receive a lot of resistance." Tille explained. "Hmmm… How about the Plum Blossom Appreciation Club?" I asked. "Plum Blossom?" Lis asked. "Yeah, plum blossoms are flowers that bloom even during the winter. It's a flower that symbolizes perseverance and hope." I answered. "Wow, that sounds noble." Tille commented.

I couldn't find words, could only nod as I stepped further into the room, reaching out to gently touch one of the nearest blooms. "They're called 'Moonlit Frost,'" he explained, his voice gentle. "They only bloom under certain conditions, making them incredibly rare." I remained speechless with surprise and delight, taking in the breathtaking scene. The name echoed in my mind – "Moonlit Frost."

“I am Chlofloris, the mother of rose wielders. Now Little Girl, you should know me, wouldn’t you?” “Chlo…?” “CHLO-FLO-RIS. Say it.” “Ahh, Chloforis. Uhm, what should I call you, Ma’am?” “Hmm… most rose wielders just call me goddess, but I don’t want to be compared to those self-centered goddesses. You can just call me however you like.” “Oh… alright…. Then how about, Flora?” Chlofloris widened her eyes with a look as if she couldn’t believe what just said. Is there something wrong with what I suggested?

What was going on? She knocked on his door and walked in. "Here's your coffee sir." She was about to leave but Xander softly held her hand unlike the last time. " Sir" "Xander" "What?" "Call me Xander, Ariande." " Say it. I . want. to. hear it." "Xan... Xander." Ariande gasped out his name. It felt like melody in his ears. It made him feel good. "Hmm" He pulled her close to him and inhaled her scent. Ariande's eyes were about to pop out in shock. She pushed away and gave him a frown.

“Do you really love me that much?” “Yes.” “Then it’s decided. After my birthday, we’ll marry.” He kissed her forehead tenderly. “Do you know what your name means?” “My mom said my grandmother gave it to me,” she replied. “But do you know its meaning?” She shook her head. “Flora means flower in Spanish. Amor means love. It suits you. To me, you are my flower of love.” He kissed her forehead once more. A smile bloomed across her face. So that’s what her name meant.

Cleansing me. Iris. The name made me scoff under the roar of the water. Not his real name, of course. I never asked. He was just another flower in my greenhouse. I name them all after blooms—delicate, temporary, beautiful in their briefness. And like any flower, when they began to wilt—when their colors dulled or they started to cling—I plucked them out at the root. Disposed of them.

she questioned while looking at the flowers basking beautifully to the sun, Peirce scratched his head, "A name?" he looked at the flowers then at Sniffia, "A name? Hmmm. Yes!" "Yes?" "No! No. I mean I have a name." he looked at the sun, tenderly rising. "Lotus!" Sniffia nodded, "Lotus. Lovely name." she said with a smile, Peirce was shocked, then he knelt down near her, "Did you just say, lovely?" he asked to be sure he heard her right, Sniffia ignored his question, as she sniffed another flower, "Lotus, can I call you that? You said it's lovely,"

I said, then turned and walked towards the sofa where my sister and Jay were busy discussing crypto and who knows what else. "Um, Miss Azalea?" the dressmaker suddenly said, and I turned. "Maybe it would be nice if you use white azaleas and baby's breath for the wedding." Ikaros' lips widened into a thin smile. "Good idea," he said. "I like the name of those flowers, azaleas and baby's breath." And if the mental warfare between Ikaros and me were likened to a chessboard, he had just taken down one of my pawns standing in front.