Flower Profiles Novels & Stories

“If this is another wild goose chase, I swear I will leave the lot of you.” “How many times have you said that? And yet, you always come back to us,” said by the one with blue hair in a lazy tone. “Don’t worry. Because according to the information I found, we’re in the right place.” The gray-haired guy tsked. “And how many times have we encountered trouble because of that information of yours?” “We’re definitely in the right place,” said by another, the one with chestnut brown hair. “Can’t you smell the air? It’s filled with the scent of night-blooming flowers,” he said excitedly to the others.

Louis' hands curled into tight fists as he walked into the house, his nails digging into the flesh of his palm. He completely ignored the overwhelming stench of blood as he called my name over and over again, his eyes bloodshot. "Stop pranking me!" He shouted. "Do you think it's going to work on me?" He didn't even notice that his voice was trembling. As a forensic pathologist, there was nothing that he was more sensitive to than the scent of blood, and there was no faking the amount of blood that painted the walls of our house. There was no way there'd be so much blood if a brutal murder didn't take place here?

I emphasized. “ Is there any flowers you'd prefer to send to her?” He took down a note. “ Yes, I want you to send a large bouquet of each. Lilies, orchids, red roses, chrysanthemum, baby’s breath, daises, tulips, marigold. Make the marigolds two large bouquet instead,” I adjusted the list. “ Wow, this is a long list of flowers. No offense but why are they so many, aren't flowers just flowers?” Steve couldn't have been more confused by my order.

She seemed to carry the light on her body, making the darkness fade little by little. Oralie entered the cave, she looked left and right, and her eyes stopped at the red flower crawling on the edge of the cave. The flower exudes a gentle, sweet fragrance that lingers at the tip of the nose. The flower stalks are light brown and hairy, and the yellow-green leaves are asymmetrical with smooth edges.

"Hel..." "I want you in my room now!" The boss ordered. How much she hated his commanding attitude. "Haaahhh! I will kill you." She screamed and stormed out of the room, stamping her feet very hard on the ground. Xander chuckled when he saw her reaction after the phone call. 'She is such a wild flower' There was a loud bang on the door. He knew that it was only Ariande that would do that. "Don't pull down my door as you did my car." He shouted to her hearing. She opened the door and barged in.

When he entered, he approached the florist who stood behind the counter. “Welcome to Serene Seeds, how may we help you, please?” “I need flowers, Uhm… good flowers,” he stuttered and the florist chuckled. “I could help you pick some. Who are you getting it for? Your girlfriend, friend, mother, or…?” “My wife. I’m getting it for my pregnant wife. I need something that could cheer her up,” he said and the woman smiled. “That is so thoughtful! Then, I would recommend Gypsophila paniculata which is also known as ‘baby’s breath’.”

A temple of color and fragrance. My gaze sweeps across the tableau of blossoms, a masterpiece of dazzling hues arranged with artistry so meticulous it takes my breath away. Pinks, reds, yellows, purples, blues—every shade imaginable, woven together like a living painting. The air is heavy with their perfume, rich and intoxicating, the scents so lush and layered they feel edible, like mouth-watering delicacies suspended in the air. I close my eyes briefly, inhaling deeply, letting the sweetness fill my lungs, wrap around me, soothe the raw edges of my nerves.

The scent of flowers greeted me as soon as I stepped inside, fresh, sweet, mixed with the faint scent of damp earth. The wooden shelves were neatly lined up. Roses in deep red, white, and yellow were on display. There were fragrant lilies, chrysanthemums, carnations, and in the corner of the room was a row of small pots of sunflowers. Their petals opened wide, as if smiling in response to the light falling on them.

Alice admitted without diverting her attention from the tulips at the far end of the stall. "Yeah, that's true. So that handsome gentleman won't always be grumpy," Lexy replied, following Alice's steps towards the stall where her favorite flowers were. Alice was captivated by the vibrant colors of these perfect symbols of love. Tulips originated from the Netherlands, and their distinctive petal shapes were an attraction for flower lovers. The petals consisted of six corolla leaves of various colors such as orange, white, red, blue, yellow, and others. The bright colors were also a significant factor in why many people, including Alice, liked them.

She snorted. "Wait here." She said before scurrying off to retrieve a flower. Moments later she came back with a wide grin spread across her lips. "What are these called?" She retrieved flowers from behind her. It had yellow disk florets at the middle surrounded by white delicate petals and a contrasting glossy like a green leaf hanging from the tiny stem. "That's a Lilly." He replied enthusiastically. Aurora shook her head and said. "Tell me Fredrigo, why are you here? And don't lie about it."