Floral Unscramble Novels & Stories

As if Gemma had conjured him up, Frank came running towards me seemingly out of nowhere. I grabbed him as I returned him back to the living room. “How about I go take you see someone special?” Frank seemed confused as he asked, “Who?” I smiled and said, “You’ll see when we get there. But we first need to get flowers.” I picked out a bouquet with mixed colourful flowers—a sunflower at the top, followed by daisies, lilies, asters, carnations, irises, and so much more—while I picked one lily and handed it to Frank. I don’t think he understood why I did that, but he smiled at me.

Like now. In the center of the table, there was a stunning floral arrangement featuring a variety of tropical flowers. Colorful orchids, anthuriums, and ginger flowers were arranged in a unique and eye-catching design, and the sweet scent of the flowers filled the air. A few leaves of palm, monstera, and areca plants added to the tropical vibe, and the whole arrangement was sitting atop a beautiful rattan tray. The vibrant colors and heady scents made the setting feel like a lush, tropical paradise.

Sunflower maybe? Yet wait where petals curl. This clue is so vague. Does he know how many flowers have curled petals? I'll just check all, I guess. I walked towards the closest flower and looked around it. They were Camellias. I looked around it and it and got a pack from it. They were seeds sure enough but not Sunflower seeds. They were Lavender seeds. I opened it to check if there was a poem in it. I pulled it out and read: "Soft fragrance drifts where you may go,

Caesar casually asked, "You seem to like roses a lot?" Lola said, "They're delicious!" She put her hands on the cold stone railing, excitedly pointing to a red flower growing not far away, and told Caesar, "Ah! General, do you know that flower? Its scientific name is Pseudorchis albida. The stamens taste sweet. It's said that as long as an Alpha gives it to an Omega, the Omega will never be able to leave the Alpha. Many Alphas pick it by hand to express their love for their Omegas..."

They were digging at the plot near the picket fence beside the golden nugget squashes. “Yes, just a bunch will you and do the cockscomb,” said the witch to her servant. “Herbie, get the cockscombs!” “Huh? Hee-hee-hee!” Herbie babbled, wondering what had been ordered by the goat-head. “The flowers shaped like a chicken’s comb– we can call it brain flower if we want brains,” said Siegfried. Although shaped like a chicken’s comb, the flowers were also called tornados as their blossoms were like a twisting storm cloud. These were planted everywhere around the garden. Helia had tea roses too at the entrance of her cavern kitchen. Pink, white and red roses blooming and climbing up the bluff.

"Enjoy your day. I can’t wait to see you later." Celia rolled her eyes. "Who even attaches this kind of dumb note to such wonderful flowers?" She inhaled the delicate fragrance of the flowers, letting the scent linger for a moment before glancing around the room. Spotting a vase by the window, she walked over and carefully arranged the bouquet inside, adjusting the stems until they sat just right. Stepping back, she admired how the soft petals contrasted against the glass, their beauty almost distracting her from the irritation bubbling inside her.

His words kept repeating themselves again and again like a broken record. Change of plans, little flower. I'm not letting you out of my sight.

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.

But Daniel was serious, and if I wanted to be the future Luna, I needed to be serious too. But after minutes of choosing which flowers to use, and which flowers matched the vase and leaves, it turned out to be a disaster. Daniel looked at the lame flower arrangement I had made, and I swear I heard him laugh a little because of how strange it looked, especially since I had put orchids with red roses, sunflowers, tulips, and ferns.

Ed threw the box in the satchel and mounted. They trotted forward for a while when Lara shrieked “Purple roses… I have to get them.” “That’s a not a rose” Ed pursed his lips “It’s Eustoma and not native to this reserve. But it starts with our alphabet E. My bet is that is our last clue.” “Anyway, Rose or Eus….. whatever, I want it.” Lara pouted. He stopped and dismounted. There was a trunk behind the shrub. “It’s here” Ed called out as he kneeled to open it. Lara pressed their buzzers.