Flower Innocence Novels & Stories

Its sweet scent fills my room, a gentle reminder of his thoughts. At the diner, it's always a delivery of another flower. Each time a single stem. I've received red carnations symbolizing 'deep admiration', white gardenias for 'you're lovely', purple irises for wisdom and compliments, yellow daffodils for new beginnings. Ellen, ever knowledgeable, shares the meanings of each flower, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

***Raven*** Hyacinth was the flower of the night—the only bloom that thrived in the moonlight. She was radiant, captivating, and effortlessly enchanting, much like the woman who had raised her, Margarette Sinclair. Though I hadn’t yet formally met the Sinclairs, it was clear that Hyacinth had brought a sense of joy and peace to Margarette’s family. Watching her interact with Margarette’s eldest son, I could see how her honesty and authenticity had won them over. It was impossible not to fall under her spell. She was introverted, yet she had a way of connecting with people, especially those with old souls. She was extraordinary, and I was endlessly proud to call her mine.

I had always wondered why he called me this but never thought to ask him why, because every time we were around one another, we bickered. Walking towards my bed, I turn around to face him and lean against the four poster canopy. I shake my head, “No, but I always wondered.” He then walked up to me until we were a few inches apart. “Because the flower represents innocence, purity and new beginnings.” he says and he peers down at me. “That and your signature perfume is ‘Daisy’ by Marc Jacobs.”

The air in the florist’s shop is a thick, humid sanctuary of botanical scents, a sharp contrast to the sterile, recycled oxygen of the floor. It’s a tiny, tucked-between-buildings spot that somehow maintains the delicate, dew-heavy smell of fresh-cut roses even as the spring heat begins to bake the city pavement outside. I stand there for a long moment, my eyes scanning the buckets until I find them: white lilies and soft pink peonies. These are Selene’s favorites, the specific blooms she once pointed out during a late-night walk, claiming they reminded her of "quiet nights and no drama." In the wreckage of the last two weeks, those words feel like a taunt, but I figure if fourteen days of a

Christian takes a seat beside me and plucks some pink daisies from the raised bed beside him. “For your Luna?” I ask, wondering if he knows the flower’s significance. “Yes, she loves to have fresh flowers around her. She says they bring her peace.” He arranges the flowers in his hand and adds some gypsophila to the growing bundle. It can’t be coincidence that he has chosen flowers that symbolise love, purity, innocence and gentleness. “What made you choose those flowers?” I’m invested now. Is there more to him than meets the eye?

Maybe I am being childish, but I was utterly giddy because, after tonight, we will be fair play… That means he will not hold back anymore, and I will be able to see the real, passionate king under all that restraint. I walked around my room, which now smelled like a divine flower shop. Every bouquet had a little note explaining the kind of flower and its meaning for the elves. There was a Rainfall Rose that meant eternity, a Sunglow Peony that meant happiness, and so many more. In the center of all the flowers was a single MoonPetal Orchild, their symbol of true love.

Soon Astraea, Zander with Elizabeth in his arms joined them. " You need to throw the flower bouquet in the air. As Royal tradition instead of throwing it in front of another royal, we believe that we should throw it towards our people to include them into this ritual" Astraea explained to Aurora as she looked at the bouquet of lily of the valley and sweet William flowers in her hands and nodded her head. ( Lily of the valley represents absolutely purity, youth, sincerity, discretion and absolute happiness and Sweet William represents admiration, passion, love and gratitude.)

The next Morning Sky woke and her jovial mood turned into a thrilled one with the sight of the room’s decoration, which was covered with all kinds of flowers. “Wow, Stee, there are so many flowers in my room. It’s so beautiful,” Sky said. She was very excited at the first sight of the room, and Steve was silently adoring her face. Sky got down from the bed and started touching flowers happily, sniffing rose flowers in taking its fragrance, then took one red rose from the bouquet and started caressing her face with it while giggling. “Stee, I love these flowers, they are so beautiful.” Sky was repeating this line, again and again, twirling around in the room like she got her treasure.

Britney called out to Fia first. Fia turned around and asked, “What is it?” “What’s the meaning of these flowers?!” Fia looked at the flowers on her bedside table and gently said, “I’m so sorry for not being able to buy you real peach blossoms. It’s not easy to get them in this season. Since you like the scent of peach blossoms, you should like this too.” “How do you know that I like peach blossoms?” Britney tried her best to control herself. Fia narrowed her eyes as she stared at Britney. There was nothing wrong. Her voice was also different from Esme.

she asked as she cleared her throat. "Carnations mean admiration while the purple tulips mean deep love to a partner. That is, if you want us, but I'm not pressuring you." She chuckled loudly as her hand brushed through the flowers on the bouquet. "Why is there a fake white rose though?" she asked, now realizing that the flower was fake yet it looked real. "Flowers will bloom and flowers will wither. Nothing will last forever but that white rose, you can keep it forever. It's our new beginning, cherish it." She couldn't contain her feelings as she tried covering her mouth from making any noises.