Flower Poem Novels & Stories

"There's still a lot of time left until that awful party." "You're right. That's why you and I will leave here now." I open my eyes in surprise. "Where are we going?" "We'll buy the dress you'll wear today. And then we'll go wherever you want." I don't have to think about it. "I want to go to Campo dei Fiori. I also want to visit a museum," my hands move quickly with excitement. "I want to go to the Trevi Fountain too. They say if you make a wish and throw a coin, your wish will come true."

The veins on his neck popped up as pure, unadulterated lust pooled in them. Just a mere innocent touch of her virgin lips incited a swirl of fatal desire inside him. Meshing their lips together, Adrian didn't give her time and started devouring her. Those pink, beautiful petals resembled juicy fresh cherries. Even being dry, they couldn't hide their ripeness and quell his urge to taste them.

A knot of anxiety grew in his stomach, but he was stuck there until the ceremony ended. Just as the bride was about to walk down the aisle, the courier handed Frank a bouquet. Susanna was mid-speech, and Frank nodded with a smile, lifting the flowers. However, his face went ghostly white when he saw the card. The courier said, "Sir, there's also a video. The lady who sent these flowers wanted you to see it. "She wishes you a lifetime of happiness with your chosen one and that she hopes you two never cross paths again—"

Alexa ignored it and changed to another topic. "No." "Alright." She said and when Doreen was about to leave. "Tell Blue to meet me, right now." She said and Doreen bit her lips, nodding. "By the way, ma." Doreen said and Alexandra raised her brow, "Do you still love me?" "What?" Alexandra let out a chuckle. "That's what the flowers symbolize. They are Daffodils." Doreen said and the smile left Alexandra's face as she looked at them.

Anastasia One by one, the shewolves step forward, each offering a flower. White petals pass into my hands, soft and light, almost glowing in the quiet light around us. There's something about them that tugs at my chest—like I’m being trusted with something fragile and beautiful at the same time. Each flower feels like a piece of something bigger. I don’t even try to hold back the smile pulling at my lips. It grows with every step they take toward me, with every petal added to my arms.

The tranquil setting of an evening gradually came into view before his eyes as the time passed. Every day, he takes in the splendor of the setting that he fashioned. But honestly, he always felt that this scene had nothing special to hold his mind. Perhaps, he was longing for the figure of the owner of this place, not the beauty of the scene. As he stretched his hand out in front of him, a flower suddenly dislodged itself from the branch and flew into his hand. This rose, which is a red velvet rose, is stunning. There is nothing that can be done to improve the shade of red that appears on these petals; they have reached their full potential. It is beautiful, fragile, yet thorny; this beauty

Sunflower maybe? Yet wait where petals curl. This clue is so vague. Does he know how many flowers have curled petals? I'll just check all, I guess. I walked towards the closest flower and looked around it. They were Camellias. I looked around it and it and got a pack from it. They were seeds sure enough but not Sunflower seeds. They were Lavender seeds. I opened it to check if there was a poem in it. I pulled it out and read: "Soft fragrance drifts where you may go,

But the fog pulses behind him like a living thing, and something in me knows he’s right. Still, I take a step. He sighs deeply, as though he knows I wasn’t going to give up this easily, then pulls something from his pocket. It’s a flower. Unlike anything I’ve ever seen. The petals shimmer, iridescent and darkly crimson, shaped like drops of blood caught mid-fall. Its stem curls like it’s alive, pulsing faintly with energy I can’t name. “This flower only grows in the Hollow,” he says, holding it out to me. “It’s considered a herald of change when it appears.” His eyes narrow on mine before he adds, “It smells like berries.”

Even though she couldn't see his face, Midnight felt as if her gaze could see right into his soul. "Because I want to believe so." EXTRA: Author: If you were a flower what flower would you be? Ryder: Pansy flower Midnight: Myosotis flower Jasmine: Geranium flower Remy: White Camellia flower Aiden: A tiger Author: Did you fail biology? A tiger isn't a flower (눈_눈) Aiden: Real ♂️💪🏻MEN♂️💪🏻 don't call themselves flowers

Glad that she didn't take much time to reveal what she meant. "It's the 'delight flower' plant. It spreads the aroma of its own as long as it's a small plant but the moment it starts to grow old the same plant of the beautiful flower becomes poisonous." That was an untold fact, I wasn't mindful of. "As long as it's a baby, it's fine, but the moment it grows it holds the capacity to kill." "That's sad..." I mumbled, feeling hurt over the fate of the mesmerizing flower. "I know."