Flower Fell Novels & Stories

It was a very pretty place, flowers in orange, red and yellow were scattered all over the place, the petals of each flower moved like flames. It was very warm and even the sky looked like it was set into a forever sunset. Callie could hear the sound of liquid hitting stone and turn around to see a waterfall but in lava form. It was basically a lava-fall. She took a step back out of fear, that thing could melt her and leave nothing behind.

*Poppy* The air in the car felt heavy as we bounced along the dirt road, the rhythmic bounce of the wheels barely covering the chaos swirling in my mind. I couldn't shake the image of Dante's lifeless body, now shrouded in white silk and adorned with calla lilies and black roses. Each flower seemed to mock the tragedy, a haunting reminder of our failure. I gripped the edge of the seat, trying to steady my raging heart. The news we carried was more than just the death of a warrior; it was a ticking time bomb, threatening to ignite a war between kingdoms.

That faithful moment that changed her and her sister’s life forever. Rie dried her face using the towel hanging on her shoulder and then walked out of the bathroom. She weakly sat down on the bed. She no longer knew what was happening. Rie was still drinking tea made of flax seeds every night. Flax seed was one of the major ingredients for a sleeping potion.

I looked down at the pretty flowers and saw a droplet of my own tears fall onto them. “My love.” “It was supposed to be a trap, Cassiel. A trap that could go wrong. Why involve cameras? Why risk—” the bouquet was ripped from my hands and tossed to the floor as Cassiel pulled me into a fierce hug. “My flowers.” I sobbed, clutching the sides of his shirt.

BETH I woke up around eight in the morning. The sun is beaming through my dorm room window. I know today is the day to finish the pile of homework that needs to be done before spring break ends. I have about nine days left of spring break to finish everything that I haven't gotten done. I looked at my phone and noticed that today is the day my besties are going to take a flight home for a couple of days to see their families. I decided that I was going to stay back because of the homework. Tate and Skye made sure not to get behind on their work like I did.

"Oh, Carlo. Look at me. Take a good look... Whose wedding do you think this is? This is my wedding. Mine, and I'll be marrying Luca. And you? You're just a madman crashing someone else's wedding." His smile froze. Tears rolled down his face. "No… It's not true… Rosa, you love me…" I dropped the wilted roses at his feet. "You're wrong. I did love you...but that was in another life. You murdered that love with your own hands, and my life along with it. All I have for you in this life is hate." I took Luca's arm and walked past Carlo without looking back. His cries echoed behind me, but none of that mattered to me anymore.

The Fallout Flora took up the lone corner of a black, unornamented café outside of the glistering halls of the Alpha pack, her voice pulsing as she spoke to her dearest friend ever, Marissa." I noway imagined that I would be then, down from it. I noway imagined that I would leave that world before," she confessed, her voice cracking in anguish.

Would Wolfgang get mad and finally decide to torture me for real? I look at Magda and nod. I'm worried about meeting Wolfgang, but I don't want to make Magda feel bad because she's the only person who has cared for me in a long time. Magda smiles with relief and gets out of bed. “This is for you.” She places a yellow flower print dress on my lap. “I chose that dress myself. I'll wait for you in the hallway." I nod, and do what she asks me to do, it's what I do best, follow orders.

At the time, Lucas's thoughtless words struck me like a bolt of lightning. I had clutched the flowerpot, forced myself not to cry, and then raised my head to wager with him. But as soon as he turned away, my tears flowed uncontrollably, falling into the pot and landing on the rose seeds. Then I dug up the seeds and carelessly tossed them onto the lawn below. “You will never bloom. It's a waste to be planted here. You deserve to grow freely.” I placed the pot back in its original spot, pretending as if nothing had happened as I returned to my room.

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.