Flower Innocence Novels & Stories

Elena turned just in time to see Eve running toward her, small arms outstretched, a flower clutched tightly in one fist. She bent down and opened her arms. “There you are, sweetheart.” Eve barreled into her, giggling, then pulled back to present her gift. It was a daisy, slightly bent at the stem, but perfect in its innocence. “For you! Because you’re pretty like a flower.” Elena laughed, her heart squeezing. “That might be the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.” The little girl beamed. “You always smell like sunshine.”

I knew my mom would be pissed that I was even considering marrying this man, but the thought of him with someone else made a ball of furious rage form in my chest. I swallow as we stop in front of a high entry way covered by hanging flowers. "Have fun, Lady Delilah." I smile at Chepi and walk through the flowers. Here we go. The greenhouse was probably twenty feet by twenty feet, with rounded edges rather than squared like the rest of the rooms. The ceiling was replaced with a crisscrossing wood pattern, no glass though, just vines and flowers and moss climbing over the wood. I wondered if it'd form a natural roof one day. The sides of the room have rows of seedlings just barely sprouting, f

The irony was so thick it was almost erotic, a tangled web of desire and identity that made my blood sing. The pattern continued for four days. Every morning, a new bouquet appeared in my room. Lilies of the valley. Exotic orchids. Rare Spanish peonies. Each one was more extravagant, more hot with Lucien’s intent. And every morning, I stripped them of their thorns and delivered them to Evelyn. I watched her bloom. The flowers filled her room, their scent a constant defiance against Alaric’s sterile presence. She began to wear them in her hair. She began to look for me every morning, her eyes searching for the daily miracle I brought her.

He was a vampire, obviously, his presence carrying that same unmistakable stillness she had learned to recognize, but she had never seen him before, and outsiders weren't allowed inside the mansion, were they? "Galanthus, so precious, and a beautiful flower resembling purity and hope. While Eranthis, a toxic, poisonous flower just like the people in this palace. They are poles apart yet are being forced to stay in the same place. No wonder galanthus withered faster than their actual time. And look at those vicious things, they still have some life in them." Zinnia wasn't familiar with this much information, yet she couldn't stop herself from saying something, the words slipping out before sh

I closed my eyes to remember the feeling of his fingers on my skin, and his hot breath against my neck. “Anuty Elina,” a child voice called, a girl. She is a mix of her mother and father. She has Ezra features and her mother's hair color. She is cute. “I brought you flowers,” she said, holding the flowers forward for me as she sways, “You must be Nyx, you are an angel” I said. “Carnations? How do you know I love carnations?” I asked, and she blushed looking at me. “I wanted to give you flowers from my garden, so I asked Alpha Kieran to choose for me, and he said you love carnations” she said slowly.

"Passion? Forgiveness? Just because?" I considered for a moment. "It's… a mix of things. She's strong, fierce, but also incredibly gentle.” My eyes landed on a display of white lilies, elegant and pure, nestled amongst deep red roses, vibrant and bold. "Something that speaks of both strength and delicate beauty. And… hope." The woman nodded, her expression growing thoughtful. She began to select stems, her movements practiced and fluid. "Lilies for purity and devotion, roses for love, of course. And a touch of baby's breath, for lasting affection." She added a few sprigs of deep green foliage.

The scent, sweet and honeyed, lingered in the air. I carefully clipped one with the tiny shears, making a soft snip against the stem. The scent enveloped my senses like a wave of sunshine and warmth. With a shaky breath, I offered it as a silent plea for connection during our quiet conversation. "Here," I murmured, my voice breaking slightly. "For you. It is lovely." My fingers trembled slightly; it seemed like everything depended on this small gesture. The delicate bloom was offered as a symbol of the growing hope in my heart.

Frowning, I analyzed my invoices, but didn’t see anything similar to these. “Oh, those are Angelica flowers.” I turned to see the girl I had talked to outside the kitchen the other night, Madelyn. ”I don’t think we ordered these.” I knitted my brow, flipping through my papers. ”They’re a traditional aphrodisiac.” Madelyn said, “They’re often added to bouquets at romantic events like this one. They’re supposed to bring good mating luck.” ”I didn’t know that.” I sighed. There was so much I was learning, but stuff like this made me painfully aware of the gaps in my knowledge.

The look on his face was calm and steady. I held the bunch of flowers closer to my heart, Gideon ripped them away and said with scorn, “ There are 5 flowers of romance here: Rose, for deep affection; Tulip, to declare your love and affection; Orchid, to show how beautiful you think she is; Lily, to signify innocence; and Carnation for admittance.” My heart dropped, I wasn't breathing. I stared keenly at Charles, waiting for his response. He laughed, and he said, “ Brother, are you scared?”

Let's go in".. Bryan said and held her hand Entering the inner garden was a beautiful heart shaped bed covered with pinky flowers and potraits of lovebirds springing to get a redcurly flower with a sweet frangrance scented everywhere. And a beautiful large blue and redrose flower flyer written 'For My Idol Sophia'.. beautifully on it. Sophia held her chest warmly. She was pleased, She was just standing motionless admiring everything. Sophia was practically melting and going weak on the knees and decided to rush up to Bryan. She hugged him tightly holding his waist.