Flower Fell Novels & Stories

Camp Atlantis had done great work in inculcating new principles and responsibilities in our lives. I was enjoying the morning view in the garden with my mug of tea. I loved to see the mist on flowers and leaves. Watching the water droplets doing their best to survive refreshes, my soul. It was my involuntary reflection that turned me back with the sounds of the steps. I was surprised to see Zayn standing right behind me. "Umm..., Good morning Zayn" I did my best to act normal. I still hated the idea that we were not friends. But my instincts said that I should not meddle with this person.

And that is also why they have gained high respects from the other fellow wealthy residents. Roy's eyes wandered out as the car engine came to stop. The smell of peonies, tulips and gardenia filled Roy's nostrils—his eyes landing on the beautiful sea of flowers, wavering in a light breeze—in the front lawn. As soon as Roy got out of the car, with Bonnie's dutiful help, a plump figure pounced on him. A masculine aged laughter also echoed nearby. Roy looked down to see his lovely grandmother, embracing him tightly and from the wetness he felt in his shirt—she was probably crying too.

Yet not long after she had left, the two of them had ended up like this. However, this no longer had anything to do with Laura, as she now had her own matters to attend to. She had pushed open the wooden window, watered the few potted plants outside, then set down the watering can and lay back on the recliner, gazing at the school surrounded by mountains. It was the summer holidays, and only a few teachers had remained in the small school. Laura had been one of them. The afternoon sunlight had made people drowsy, causing her to drift back into memories of the past.

We searched the place top to bottom but couldn’t find anything that seemed to relate to this damn flower. I walked back in the room that Pat was lying in and closed her eyes for her. I noticed that she was tensed up with her hands in fists. I tried to relax her body for her but it was difficult. Finally I got her hands to relax and a crumpled piece of paper fell out of one of her fists. I opened it up and saw it was titled properties of moondrop flowers. “I found something!” I yelled out to the others. My eyes scanned the paper and it was essentially a way to grow the flower!

" There were plenty of flower shops along the way, but none of them satisfied Willow. Eventually, she picked a store that looked clean and pretty and had beautifully wrapped flowers. Willow stepped inside. The shop owner greeted her with a smile. "What kind of flowers do you want to buy, kid?" "Roses!" Willow declared boldly. She heard that roses symbolized love. If she gave roses to her parents, they would surely understand just how much she loved them. The shop owner led her to the roses. "You can choose the roses, kid." "Thank you." Willow watched carefully from the side. There were different colors of roses—white ones, red ones, and even roses that gradually transitioned from white to bl

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

“Today, Calliyah and I are excited to share with you our research on the Enchanted Moonflower, a flower steeped in mystery and legend.” “The Enchanted Moonflower,” Calliyah continued, “is a nocturnal bloom that only unfurls its petals under the soft glow of the full moon. Its ethereal beauty is enhanced by its shimmering silver petals, which seem to dance in the moonlight, casting a spell of enchantment on those who behold it.”

Adrian drew her closer, gently brushing a kiss against the crown of her head. "Sleep, my Princess." Thunder rolled across the sky as the forest fell silent once more. Only the rain remained to bear witness as consciousness slipped away from Claire, and darkness claimed her completely. *****

It felt… Broken. Wrong. Still, she tried. A tiny white blossom emerged. For one glorious second, it was beautiful. Perfect. Then it withered. The petals darkened. The stem collapsed. The flower died. Just like every flower before it. Maya withdrew her hand. Her chest tightened painfully. “I’m sorry,” she whispered to the flower. A shadow suddenly fell across the garden. Maya looked up. Celeste walked elegantly toward her. No mockery, no pity. It was just beautiful sadness painted on Celeste’s face. “It’’s just me,” she said to Maya, “you don’t have to pretend in front of me.”

Froz sat behind his desk. Reviewing reports. Calm. Peaceful. Productive. Metro almost felt guilty. Almost. “My Alpha.” Froz didn’t look up. “Report.” Metro sighed internally. Then delivered the terrible news. “Alpha Deph sent Lady Summit flowers.” Silence. The room became completely silent. Froz slowly looked up. Very slowly. Dangerously slowly. Metro immediately regretted existing. “What kind of flowers?” The question sounded calm. Too calm. Metro knew better. “Moon Crystal Flowers.”