Novel & Cerita Flores En El Atico

He had Fanel trailing behind him, carrying a heavy burden. ​"Is this really necessary, sir?" Fanel asked, gesturing to the movers who were struggling with a high-end electric piano. ​"The doctor said a bridge," August snapped, though there was no heat in it. "This is the bridge." ​He had them set it up in the corner of her room, right next to the window. He went out and found a florist, but not for the expensive lilies or orchids that usually filled Harrington rooms. He bought every bunch of simple, wild blue flowers they had—the ones that looked like "pieces of the sky."

Katrina whispered to her ear. Elena looked at the artificial flower's vases around the lining room and smiled remembering Demon's words. Few days ago At Room Elena was putting flowers in a vase when Demon entered the house with some people. They were carrying several vases. "Put them here" Demon told them. The men nodded at him and put the vases on the floor, then left the room. "What are those, Demon?" Elena asked him. "From now you do not need to puck flower from garden. I have changed all vase in the mansion. We will keep those artificial flowers from now" Demon said to her and put the vases around the room.

The floor and walls are also crystal, but it's almost a mixture of blue and white with a snowflakes design all around and you won't see the flowers below, but on the wall where almost half of it is a window, I can see vast land of flowers outside. It's like we're in a world of flowers and not only that, even up here, right here in the wide hallway, there's also a garden in the middle of it, and in its upper center there's a big round hole through which the light of moon straight to the garden. The wind also comes in from the window and that causes the different colors of the flowers to dance; flowers I have never seen outside of this place, or in Madame Hale's flowershop. Its smell is fragra

Sophia’s POV……… My head aches as soon as I open my eyes, I groan and clutch it, the smell of rotten flowers full the room. Where am I? I look around the room, it's empty with just a single window , and when I look closely I see it Bouquets of roses, a lot of them, almost a hundred. Dead rotten roses. They were piled across the floor in wilted heaps. Lining the walls. Scattered across furniture. Stuffed into vases, overflowing from baskets, spilling over chairs, crawling across every surface like a sickness.

"Absolutely. I have to go. We'll chat later." When the elevator broke open to the 5th floor, Eloïse was quickly welcomed by Felicia another recruited judge. The girl unblinkingly stared at her friend, blankly. "Good morning," Eloïse greeted as she headed straight to the desk that unusually contained a bouquet of lilies. "Nice flowers," she smelled them, "from Franklin?" "I wish." Felicia picked up a handful of manuals and headed for the storage room. "You might want to take a look at the note."

Charlotte chuckled from behind, finding her ice cream even more delightful now. As the group entered the building, a fragrant aroma of flowers greeted them at the entrance, eliciting surprised exclamations from those at the front. Charlotte craned her neck for a glimpse. Impressive. All she could see was a sea of flowers. "Who sent these to Miss Sanchez?" someone asked. Mimi pondered the same question, quickly running through potential senders in her mind. Faith swallowed her irritation and continued to support Mimi. As they walked down the corridor, the walls adorned with roses of various hues, including rare Ekwadorian black roses, each accompanied by a note reading "Enjoy your work."

Chapter 19 – Brewing Magic Selene’s POV The attic door creaks open, and I’m instantly enveloped by a wave of rich, layered scents... floral, earthy, and tinged with the faintest trace of citrus and spice. My breath catches in my throat. I blink once, twice, to be sure I'm not imagining it. This isn't the dusty, unused attic I remember.

Now he wanted a seat at my table. He would get nothing. The next afternoon, the scent of fresh earth and floral sweetness hit me before I even opened my office door. Axton was already standing inside, holding a massive, overflowing arrangement of white blossoms. "What is that?" I asked, stopping dead on the threshold. "Moonlight orchids," Axton said, his voice tight. "Over a hundred stalks. They were flown in from the southern valleys this morning." I walked over, my boots clicking sharply on the hardwood floor. I reached out, my fingers brushing the pale, glowing petals. "A small fortune. Who sent them?"

(Flora Mana's POV) Outside my door, surprisingly, are two rows of candles placed neatly, stretching over to the right side of the room. I follow the candles and go upstairs to the rooftop. The rooftop, surprisingly, is filled with countless roses, densely packed and spread out as far as I can see. I can't even count the number of flowers that are displayed here. When exactly does these flowers quietly appear around this house, I don't even know... "I was going to show them to you tomorrow, the roses look brighter in the daytime, but I just said the wrong thing, so I'll just have to show them to you now to show my apologies."

Is it a fetish to fuck with my life they feel? I pushed the door and entered, watching the light turn on by itself, illuminating the entire large room of the suite. The room is largely decorated in shades of white and gold, the fluffy rug on the floor over the light carpet, the glossy wooden table for reading in the corner with an armchair, the detail that caught my attention was the delicate arrangement of flowers in a vase small, I immediately remembered my father, knowing how to identify it right away because it was hard not to know that they were pink alstroemerias, I projected my eyes to the lamps on the sides of the bed on the corner table and there were more small vases with flowers,