Flower Profiles Novels & Stories

And surprisingly, I loved it. *** Ester’s flower shop sits at a quiet street corner, its large windows displaying fresh blooms in every shade imaginable, inviting passersby to step inside and admire their beauty. As soon as I walk in, the familiar scent of flowers fills the air—sweet, fresh, slightly intoxicating. The damp earthiness from freshly cut stems mingles with the fragrance of roses, lavender, and eucalyptus, creating a soothing harmony.

A delightful aroma filled her nostrils. "What is that scent? It seems familiar. It's exquisite." At that moment, Bruno removed the blindfold, and she was amazed. There were hundreds of red roses planted, and she noticed the small white flowers planted among them. She approached and realized that the magnificent aroma was coming from them. "Now I remember. They are Trachelospermum jasminoides. How did you find out?" Bruno turned to Sophie, who was smiling. Nicole thanked her with a gesture. She was happy to see it all. Bruno was satisfied.

The smoke, the fire, the lies—none of it mattered when he looked at her like that. His fingers brushed her cheek, slow and reverent. “I tried to stay away from you,” he said. “But you didn’t.” Their lips met in a crash of heat and confusion, need and fury. Her hands tangled in his hair. His mouth was urgent, devouring, worshipping. The kiss deepened, wild and consuming, like the fire roaring through the mansion. He pinned her against the wall, his hands exploring every inch of her with desperate intensity. She gasped as he kissed down her neck, her collarbone, pushing the fabric of her maid’s uniform aside like it offended him. Their breaths mingled in a haze of lust and smoke.

Alethra laughed and said, well, I had to find away to hide what I was doing. There are four different types of flowers here, the first three are Lavender, Jasmine and Rosemary. As you know, are the main ingredients in making the scent masking spray that our warrior's use, when they are out to gather information. The last one is called MoonFlower, this flower only blooms at night. It is a really pretty white flower that shimmer like moon rays, even through it is really pretty, this flower has a secret. Every part of it is poisonous, even the roots. I said. Both Elzie and Amelia looked shocked at this piece of information.

“Freesia is popular among werewolves. The scent is sweet without being sharp, and it looks elegant.” I nod. “Yeah. That is one of the few she actually enjoys.” “How about tulips? They’re pretty enough and they practically don’t have any fragrant scent at all. Plus, they come in different colors,” Jace suggests. “What about peonies?” Jace adds, rubbing his chin. “They look soft. Fancy without trying too hard.” Reed hums in agreement. “Hydrangeas could work too. They last a while, and they’re easy on the nose.”

Ava replied blushing a bit. "Don't worry. This why I am here." Mila stands up and walks over to a bookcase. She takes out 3 books and lay them on the table. Mila opens the books and I see, there are various pictures in it of flowers. Mila turns the pages to the white flowers. "We have a few white flowers here on the farm, but the flower that I think will go best with the Evolvulus is the white gardenia. It is almost like a white rose. You can also mix the white iris and the blue iris together." Mila opens up two different pages. Both have irises on but in different colors. I look over to Ava and see the wheels in her head-turning.

"A little," Melanie replied. "I don't believe you!" The anticipation disappeared from his eyes, and he resumed his cold tone. "You’re just a kid. How much would you know?" "In this house, there are scents of camellia, magnolia, fairy primrose, and rhododendron. If I'm not mistaken, you're making the middle notes of a fragrance. These scents are all light, elegant, and lingering. Therefore, you need a strong and deep floral scent to balance them out. That’s why you were waiting for the blue poppies to mature, right?"

The scent of flowers. Lavenders.

he reiterated. "Yes," I replied. "Recently, I found solace in tending to flowers as a hobby... their fragrances, especially those of hydrangeas, captivate me. Not only do they smell nice, but they're colorful. Most of its colors symbolize love, harmony and peace. I also learned from a book that hydrangea represents gratitude, grace and beauty. You can call me a floraphile."

“Don’t I know it.” I wave him in. He steps inside, eyes locked on me like I’m prey—and then he pulls two flowers from behind his back. They’re stunning—massive blooms with layers of petals around light green pistils. One is snowy white with rose-red edges, like it’s been hand-painted. The other is a deep, almost-black purple, like twilight just before night. “They’re beautiful,” I breathe, carefully taking them with both hands.