Flower Innocence Novels & Stories

A forceful strike of wind grazed over everything which made a beautifully glowing white iris flower to break down and fell on the ground which caught her attention and Inessa was so drowned into the beauty of that moment, her feets on their own straddled towards that fallen flower , totally forgetting about the Emily's words that, never let yourself to get captivated this garden's beauty as it has been made forbidden by its worshipper , creator and destructor. Inessa stopped in front of that flower and then got on her knees, she picked up the white iris flower and without even her notice, a soft smile crept on her face by watching it shinning so beautifully even in that deadly darkness but

I ask, thinking back to the afternoon Madeline and I spent with Caressa learning all about flowers. “Every one of these is white, symbolising innocence, but also every one of them is more or less linked to forgiveness. It’s just that the combination is off. Why not only white roses? Or only lilies with some green?” “Maybe the combination of scents forces someone to forgive you, or at least say so to prevent them from sending you another bouquet,” I try to joke. “There’s jasmine in here as well,” Mom looks slightly unhappy. “That seals it,” I take the bouquet and take it outside and dump it in the bin. Even if it’s a different subspecies of jasmine I’m not taking any risk.

It was Rosie's - as Lilo calls her now- room. She lied on the white, twin sized bed. The covers were hugging her little form as the AC was on. To Calix, she looked like a delicate flower more than ever. An angel, even. He carefully approached the bed and sat in a cushioned seat next to her. His fingers caressed her soft cheeks and tentatively hovered over her slightly chapped lips. He could never deny her beauty. That would be considered a sin. No matter how little he wanted her, he wouldn't lie about something so obvious.

She awkwardly dipped her dainty fingers in the back pockets of her jeans. He wasn't saying anything. He only stared. That made her even more uncomfortable. As Eloïse's eyes wondered, they settled on the bouquet of white calla lilies. Then she remembered, "Oh before I forget, thank you so much for the flowers." She picked them up and sniffed. "I love them." "Purity and innocence." "Huh?" "The significance of lilies; Purity and innocence. And you represent them faultlessly." Embarrassed, Eloïse sniffed the flowers one more time to hide her bloodshot face.

He said and she smiled, she walked to the shelf and a few minutes later she came back with a bouquet of mixed flowers. “Here, take it.” She said and stretched it to him, he slowly took it and stared at it. “Why different flowers?” He asked. “You said she is innocent, kind, playful and unique right?” She asked and Alex nodded in response. “The lilies represent her innocence, the baby breath represents her kindness, the white roses represent her being playful.” She explained and Alex stared at the flowers and his eyes started to get watery again. “Thank you, how much is it?” He asked as he brought out some cash from his pants pocket.

He was worried, with how low the foam on the sofa got, he could simply guess that she did not move an inch after he left. He worriedly sat beside her and brushed his hand through her hair. His gentle gaze caught her attention and so she quickly glanced at him, his heart shook as she met her eyes as if he was being sucked to the dark oblivion while looking at those pair of orbs. “Victoria, are you alright dear?” His voice was exasperated, she could tell he hurriedly went home, at the table were the seedless grapes she asked and he even brought her favorite Freesias. Freesia because it symbolizes freedom, something she used to long for when she was still a young girl at the organization. It wa

"Simple but elegant." Emma nodded and walked towards the other side of the tiny shop. Grabbing a few stems of Lilies—white lilies— she walked back and placed them on the counter. "Something that represents purity and innocence." Emma heard him again. She walked to the section where Lilacs and Daisy were kept. Putting the beautiful flowers on her working counter she threw a glance his way. Minutes piled on but his description of that woman didn't come to a halt. And when it finally did, Emma heaved a sigh and her eyes once again searched for him. He was now standing near the window display, looking at the flowers. Strange! She never thought he'd be into flowers.

She was going by the saying, ‘Go big or go home’. She reached for the flower she had painstakingly searched for and obtained, the hair clip she had made from it would rest as a symbolic icon made only for those who knew its meaning. Birdsfoot Trefoil, a flower that symbolizes revenge in the flower language. She’d always wondered whether it was because of the traces of cyanide it contained, but the flower itself wasn’t poisonous. But the meaning was enough to drive one toxic kick home. Which was her purpose tonight. As she stared at the mirror, she smiled at the olive dress she was wearing with small embroidered yellow flowers. The color and style conveyed a degree of innocence and charm, but

Then she returned and pointed out each selection. "Gladiolas for strength and faithfulness. Calla lilies for innocence and purity, amaryllis for splendid beauty, and daffodils for unrequited love." "Unrequited?" Charles asked. "Think of it as a plea for it to be requited," she answered with a wink. Charles noticed she missed one flower, a flower he recognized. "And the gardenias? What do they mean?" The young florist smiled and touched his gloved hand. "Secret loveand the sender of gardenias is lonely." The woman's gaze drifted to the flowers, and he realized she must be lonely as well. Loneliness was so tragic in such a shop such as this.

Prisila uttered, trying to lighten up Eizlina's mood a bit because she could clearly see how distressed and disturbed Eizlina was looking, so she attempted to call her mind a little. Eizlina looked at her and saw her pointing towards a bunch of flowers. She didn't know their names. They looked unique and extremely beguiling. She had never seen them before, but their beauty couldn't keep the attention of her eyes for long because her gaze automatically trailed towards a flower, which had fallen from its plant on the ground. It was looking extremely dry and on the verge of dying. Eizlina walked towards that flower. Bending down, she collected that dried up flower in her hand and silently gazed