Flower Profiles Novels & Stories

Miranda was right, this is what I needed, a change of scene. When I go back to my desk after lunch there’s a yellow orchid with a hand written note on my keyboard. I feel embarrassed. Obviously, it’s not for me, this is my first day, no one knows I’m here, the messenger probably made a mistake and now I’m going to have to look for the girl this was meant to. I read the note. Have a great first day, doll. Stefan. My heart skips a beat. The orchid is for me. I can’t help smiling. So Handsome Intruder is named Stefan. It’s nice to know. How did he guess orchids were my favorite kind of flowers?

Arabelle, on the other hand, tells how she gave flowers to Prince Aegolus. "And what flower is that, Dear Priestess?" Vaste inquired. "I don't know what it's called, but I can describe it to you," she said. "It has lightly succulent leaves that are mildly lance-shaped. It has a tall flower stalk covered in multiple white-colored blooms. The flowers are star-shaped and have a strong distinct fragrance, I think it's similar to gardenia or jasmine but slightly muskier," Arabelle said. Ulula and Vaste looked at each other and their jaws almost dropped when they heard that.

"Her majesty, I saw her in the passage near the Falling River. She was seriously injured and there was a flower with her." "What flower?" Amnisty doesn't answer right away. She and the queen already talked about this situation but they need to do it again to inform Dealla. She sighs before answering. I hate repeating. "It's Peony." "Oh, what a nice flower and it's the favorite of our friend, Amnisty. Right?" "You're right, her majesty." "Since you don't remember your name, darling. How about I'll name you Peony? Is it fine with you?" The queen strokes some strands of Dealla's hair. She puts it behind her ear. The queen stares at Dealla’s face.

He jumped off and landed perfectly, making her take steps back. "Do you always come here to pick up flowers from these trees?" he asked. Good thing he had knowledge about flower bearing trees. And he's quite thankful for his keen eyes to have noticed what she has in her basket. "Occasionally," she answers. "I bet you haven't seen a tree called Wisteria." "Wisteria?" "Oh yes," he tries to entice her. "It has blue, purple, white or rose colored flowers but mostly purple and blue." And you have seen one, he wanted to add. "Clearly they are beautiful when they are at their bloom. I think they suit your personality."

Towering trees of various species and sizes, some ancient and gnarled, others newly planted, created a majestic canopy overhead, filtering the moonlight to create dappled patterns on the ground. Flowerbeds of every hue imaginable dotted the garden, from vivid reds and yellows to delicate pinks and purples. A riot of petals and blooms filled the air with a heady fragrance that tantalized the senses. Roses, lilies, daisies, and other blooms vied for attention, each more breathtaking than the last.

Qri glanced briefly at Emma's expression, gently asking. "A pot of Sea Blossoms." The weather was warm, perfect for flowers to bloom. It wasn't surprising. Emma frowned, glancing at Luther, who had led in someone carrying the Sea Blossom. At a glance, she knew it was a masterpiece. The Sea Blossom flowers were starting to bloom, a vibrant shade of red resembling lipstick. Most were already in full bloom, petals intermingling gracefully, creating a beautiful contrast of shades. The backdrop of the leaves was exquisite, too, with a light and refined green complementing the red perfectly. It was as if the red was floating over the green background, creating an indescribably enchanting scene.

I looked at Coral, " was that......a compliment?" She laughed, " From Darrell.....oh yes. Mark the day– you've just been knighted." Coral poured herself another cup of tea, then glanced at the list again before setting it aside. "What about flowers?" She asked. "Have you thought about what you'll use to decorate?" "Flowers? It's winter so...." She smiled. "There a few that bloom if you know where to look. Hellebores are hardy and elegant–white, plum and deep rose. Snowdrops are delicate but beautiful. And there's winter jasmine– bright little yellow things that look like hope."

Bellamy said. "Next time when you're back…" This sentence was too beautiful. It was so beautiful that she felt like she was getting ahead of herself. "This rose is in the Rosaceae family. It has an advantage. After cutting it and putting it in the water, it can bloom for more than a month. It is suitable for room decoration. Besides, the flowers are large and lovely." "Alright, let's buy it," she said as she saw several rows of cactus. There were many kinds of cactus. Some looked like fingers, some were round, some were flat, and some had red flowers. There were spikes all over them. Some of them were sharp and some were soft.

My heart was soaring as I took in the high domed ceiling, glass windows and doors that were overlooking the pool and what would be the Spring gardens. The cosy cottage feel of the furniture décor in warm autumn colours, a waterfall feature and coupled with the overhead flowers, shrubbery and fresh scent of soil, had me falling in love with what would be my new safe space. Evening Primrose, Moonflowers, Foamflowers along the path leading to a day chair, Casa Blanca Lily, 4 ‘o Clocks, Tuber Roses, Mock Orange, Night blooming Jasmine and Angels Trumpets. These flowers only bloomed and released their fragrances in the evenings.

Igna cocked her furry head as she lay on her belly and stretched, closing her eyes and going silent before the image disappeared, leaving the omega alone in her mind again. Axe looked up finding the greenhouse surrounded by roses everywhere, his heart beat a little at the sight of them, because, they were not red, not even white, but rather a strange combination of both colors in gradient, like when you want to paint something and suddenly you run out of material, he touched one walking towards the place, bending down and inhaling for the scent, being powerful and strange. Even for wolves many flowers had no scent beyond the typical forest, fresh or something like that, roses included, he tr