Flores En El Atico Novels & Stories

I fumbled with the lock and heard Caelum gasp as the sun shone brightly, the wind blowing on my face. We emerge at the small opening and I smiled back at Caelum whose mouth is open, his eyes wide. The old rooftop now resembled the Field of Forgotten. I may have failed to capture the way it glows but the varieties of flowers I have managed to cultivate, amazes me as they dance with the wind. “So, what can you say about it?” I asked, curious as to what is running inside his head as he looks around, eyes wide like his mouth. His brows were furrowed and I bit my lips, nervous of what he will say.

Delicate ivy and flowering vines climbed along the walls, adding a touch of natural beauty to the heavenly architecture. Kaerlia found herself in a grand courtyard adorned with glowing fountains and celestial pools. The waters shimmered like liquid crystal, reflecting the starlit sky above. The atmosphere was serene, filled with the faint scent of celestial flowers that blossomed in various shades of white and silver. Statues of angelic figures, their wings spread in eternal flight, decorated the courtyard.

I can't help but wonder what exactly he wanted to use my unborn kids for, because knowing the kind of person he is, he wasn't just doing all that 'perfect heir' scheme for nothing. But I suppose I'll never know, and that's good. When I leave his office and company building, I walk straight to a florist shop which is warm and full of fragrant flowers. Athena would like these; she talked about her love for white peonies and red roses in her sleep last night. So I buy exactly those, ordering the florist to wrap them up in a large bouquet. As I drive uptown toward the penthouse, I rest the bouquet across my lap and think about everything I'm going to tell Athena when I get home.

They were unlike the familiar tomatoes, basils, and other herbs that Catarina grew in the small garden at Flora’s own home—plants that Flora often helped to tend. The leaves here were broader, more exotic, with unusual shapes and colors that hinted at something more than just a simple indoor garden. She moved deeper into the space, her eyes wide with wonder. The floor was covered in soft moss, a lush green carpet that muffled her footsteps. The air was warmer here, more humid, as if she had stepped into a tropical rainforest. She felt a strange sense of peace settle over her, the kind that came from being surrounded by living things, by the quiet hum of nature at work.

Lucifer said as he led her in. Inside, the room was transformed. Streamers draped across the ceiling: WELCOME HOME, MOMMY in glittering gold letters. The windows were flooded with soft light, making everything glow. In the corner sat a massive display of flowers—roses, tulips, lavender, and hydrangeas, their fragrance sweet and dizzying. Katherine stared in awe, taking slow steps into the room. It felt like she was walking into a dream. This was what being alive felt like. “They’re from Wilson, Cassius, Giovanni, me… and our kids,” Lucifer said quietly, gesturing round.

The pleasant and soft scent of the flowers tickled her nostrils which were only familiar with the strong and pungent scent of dust and rust. The elf found herself admiring the bed as it was something that she had never seen in her life. Then, she crawled on all four to the bedside, pushed the veils gently to one side, and then, poked her head out. She was inside a strange room that looked like a massive glass dome. The skylight was high above her head, and the room was bright from the inside out. About twenty strides away from the bed, the large window panes and a large bow window stood tall; from the floor to the ceiling. They brought about the scenic gardens outside. Inside the room itself

My heart was soaring as I took in the high domed ceiling, glass windows and doors that were overlooking the pool and what would be the Spring gardens. The cosy cottage feel of the furniture décor in warm autumn colours, a waterfall feature and coupled with the overhead flowers, shrubbery and fresh scent of soil, had me falling in love with what would be my new safe space. Evening Primrose, Moonflowers, Foamflowers along the path leading to a day chair, Casa Blanca Lily, 4 ‘o Clocks, Tuber Roses, Mock Orange, Night blooming Jasmine and Angels Trumpets. These flowers only bloomed and released their fragrances in the evenings.

I answered and she just hummed as a response Our conversation was cut short when a soft knock echoed the room. “The door is open!” I shouted as I fix myself The door slowly opened and Aeros entered the room. He have a smile on his lips as if he didn't go to work today so we can spend time together. “Flowers for my darling.” he said as he place a bouquet of red roses on the table. I slowly stand up. I blinked several times as I took the flowers. The flowers tied was at least twelve red roses. The scent of the boquet—it smells fresh—as if it was only picked early this morning.

ALINA The elevator finally comes to a stop at the thirtieth floor, and he offers me a nod just as the doors spill open. “Shall we?” My head moves in an answering nod and I follow him out of the elevator, walking into the penthouse suite of the hotel. If I thought the ground floor of this building was exquisite, then I was gravely mistaken. This place looks like a secret garden on the other side of the clouds. Roses are littered everywhere – red petals dotting the floor, floral arches bringing a softer pink set over our heads, and candles flickering with soft light that adds to the romantic vibe. The arrangement is so elegant that something constricts painfully in my chest.

Kate trembled, hugging her pillow. What had happened the day before still made her shake with fear and disgust. She stood up and looked out the window. She was on the second floor. Below, she saw a large garden full of red roses—her favorites—and a small patch of lavender, her second favorite flower. There was a massive pool with crystal-clear water. The place was so big, she couldn’t see all of it at once. What she could see was that it was surrounded by walls at least eight feet tall. She sighed against the glass, fogging it up.