Floral Unscramble Novels & Stories

“Now the secret to making a flower crown is to be very gentle with the flowers. There should be a frame you want the crown to be in, like a shape you want it to have. If all the flowers fall off the frame, then you just have the frame and not a flower crown. Luna Scarlett seems like a jasmine kind of gal, so you can have a jasmine at the center, standing proudly above the rest and waiting to be accompanied by the others. You can freestyle when you’re at this point, try to do whatever you feel comes naturally to you, but to be safe, start with the larger flowers converging towards the center. They should border the jasmine on both sides….

It was the kind of data point that required more information to interpret and I filed it accordingly. I leaned in. The jaw first. That was where the scent read most clearly, at the jaw and the throat, where the pulse ran close to the surface and the body's chemistry expressed itself most directly, the specific compound of skin and blood and whatever the cellular state was beneath both. I brought my face close, not contact, proximity, and read what was there.

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

Luna Croía smile as I bow my head and dash out of the room. I dash forward, my feet caressing the soft soil. The lush green grass tramples beneath my bare feet as I dash forwards. I rush to my tiny garden and pluck the flowers I had been lovingly growing. I pick up some cobra saffrons, daffodils, damask roses, and daturas. They effortlessly form a colourful arrangement to decorate any room. I rise up and smile at the colourful blooms. I complete the bouquet with a few wildflowers from the garden and a few green leaves. I walk to the packhouse, holding the flower arrangements as delicately as I can in my hands. I look up as the wolves rush up to the packhouse. A frown forms on my face as they

she replied, sipping her drink. “Then you should go for a masculine arrangement with a strong, solid structure like the anthurium, tulips or even a bouquet of big, bold, cherry sunflowers. No one might be crazy about a sweet scented flower but don't you think a flower with a spicy scent might just be the ticket?” “Like a purple or dark red carnations with a clove-like aroma? Or perhaps, some frilly flowers like stephanotis could fix the problem?” “Great, don't forget to add a beautiful note and maybe a canape box, those go well for men.”

That means I did that, didn't I? I closed my eyes and wanted nothing more than to tear it into pieces angrily and throw it away. But I need to go on. If I wanted to move on I had to read it. 'Want to tear it and throw it away, don't you? But don't. Just listen to me. I'm so sorry. I know it doesn't matter what I say. But I just need you to know this. Just this. Take all the clues and take the first letter of all the flowers in the order you received them. Please. The last flower was Ursinia in case you forgot.'

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.

“What kind do you think she would like?” the florist with kind eyes and dirt under her fingernails asked after William had just walked into her bouquet shop. William looked at the different options available. Grace wasn’t a roses kind of woman. She liked things that surprised her “Those,” he pointed to some pale pink peonies mixed with white ranunculus and delicate sprigs of eucalyptus. “Can you make something with those?” The florist smiled like he’d passed some kind of invisible test. “Good choice. Peonies mean compassion and romance. Ranunculus means radiant charm

She blushes softly before waving me off. Her answer makes me dissapointed but I don't blame her. It is not I have any right over what she does. I follow her out her perfume wafting into my senses with her every step. She smells so nice just like a mixture of lavender, jasmine and hyacinth. I can't stop staring at her when she is not looking. She turns back when she reaches her car that I almost bump into her. That is how absent minded her body has made me. "Do you need a ride home?" she asks.

“Oh my!” Sharon screamed, at the top of her voice apparently As she looked at the parcel of land she had intended to weed Someone had cleared the grass, and placed baskets of seeds for her, flower seeds. Another basket had trowels in it “Sunflower, lilies, chrysanthemum, roses, dandelion—” “Do you like it?” Sharon turned around, to see him standing behind her. His arms were folded in front of him, and he was wearing black shorts