Floral Names Novels & Stories

She smelled of wolf. Full wolf, not the suppressed register I was projecting behind the Switch, not the dampened human-baseline signal I was broadcasting as Lyanna Black. The real thing, clean and particular, the scent of a bloodline with depth in it, the specific compound of someone high-born and aware of it and comfortable with the awareness. My Silver Dawn receptors catalogued it automatically. High rank. Not the highest in this compound, but high enough to move through it with the proprietary ease she was currently demonstrating. I kept my face exactly where it was and did not let the cataloguing show.

She cleared her throat and wiped her face once more. “Sorry. So. Yes. Gardens…” she took his hand in hers once more and moved forward. “Don’t know how you feel about flowers, but we have hundreds of varieties. Roses, lilies, vines, carnations, impatiens, zinnias, dahlias…”

“What is the flower for May? That is when my mother was born.” “Over here.” She takes me over to some white flowers. “These are Lily of the Valley. They are the flower for May.” I slide my hand down the stem of one. “Lily of the Valley. I wonder if that’s where her name came from?” I say more to myself than the florist, but she heard me anyway. “Oh, was your mother’s name Lily?” She asks looking at me more closely. “Yes. Lily Nelson was my mother.” Her hand goes to her mouth. “You’re Cara Nelson?” She asks.

According to G****e, the Myosotis flower, also called the scorpion grass is most known as the Forget-me-not flower. The flower is small and blue, simple but pretty and delicate as if one touch was enough to kill it. Ryder could understand why Midnight liked this flower. The problem was the fact that Midnight described this small and delicate flower as doleful. Was it because of its name? The more Ryder thought about it, the more the furrow between her eyebrows deepened, the frown on her lips looked as if it would never leave.

I nodded. "I call you Cosmos, not for the sky." Flinn stroked his knuckles down my cheekbones and nudged a lock of hair behind my ear. "I call you that because of the flower. It is beautiful and resilient, a warrior for its species. It is not afraid of any weather and will many times seed itself of its own accord.". I christen you Cosmos because you're everything this so-called benevolent flower is-tough and resilient but also charming and hypnotic in one. You're the living proof that anyone can be made to bloom if they set their minds to it, crappy situation notwithstanding. "This is what you had to come here and tell me?" I kept a smile locked on my face. "That you'd named me after a flowe

Daisy looked suspicious immediately. "What does that mean?" Roman smiled. The smile of a man who had spent entirely too much time thinking about this. "Lillie's name is floral." Daisy blinked. "Oh." "And Daisy's name is floral." Harper immediately started laughing. Roman continued. "I think our next daughter should have a flower name too." Noah sat back. Interested now. Daisy stared. Then laughed. "You've really thought about this." Roman looked completely unapologetic. "Of course."

“Same-sex love and devotion.” “And this one? What is it for?” He reached out to the delicate purple flower, and, despite herself, she pulled it back before he could touch the bloom. He raised his eyebrow. “Aislen?” “Aconite,” she explained. “Also known as wolfsbane.”

The look on his face was calm and steady. I held the bunch of flowers closer to my heart, Gideon ripped them away and said with scorn, “ There are 5 flowers of romance here: Rose, for deep affection; Tulip, to declare your love and affection; Orchid, to show how beautiful you think she is; Lily, to signify innocence; and Carnation for admittance.” My heart dropped, I wasn't breathing. I stared keenly at Charles, waiting for his response. He laughed, and he said, “ Brother, are you scared?”

Chloe huffed, "Stupid man, I can still live a wonderful life without him, hmph!" "Good for you!" Flora applauded, then her face drooped and she said, "I don't want to go outside using the name Flora White. I want to have an alias." If she used the name Flora White, she feared it wouldn't be long before Maxwell caught her! "Okay, you can call yourself Irma Brown," Chloe agreed eagerly, a wicked smile appearing on her face, which gave Flora a shiver, unsure of what kind of game she was playing!

She gave me a sad smile before bringing me to the kitchen and given me my favorite pie. "We still have to get my and the bridesmaid bouquets did" My mother look at her, "You can ask Lily, She works as a nurse, I am sure you must have made bridal bouquets right?" I was about decline. I didn't have intentions to do anything. "You do !? How about you go get flowers of my choice and make us some, I can save up on the money then. They cost so much" "True," My mother said. And I nodded as my sister looked at me, "Thanks lily" I smiled. "We'll have James take you, he has been waiting for you" I felt my heart drop as I heard his name.