Flowers Clouds Novels & Stories

The night sky is clear, tinted with dark gloomy clouds, making the stars appearing more bright, more twinkling. The moon is moving from clouds, playing hide and seek under these dark clouds. There are lot of trees surrounded this mansion, along with tress there are many varieties of flowers , painting this mansion like a fairytale. I can see the pool is glistening, under this bright moon light. The water is painted blue, flowing to and from to the pool corners, attracting the fireflies.

he added. Blue smiled. “I’m not sulking!” He answered as he pouted his lips. Then, he laughed. He smiled and flew towards Hail. Hail gasped when he saw the flowers grow as Blue passed by them. “Oh.” He muttered when he saw the specks of lights coming from Blue’s wings fell to the flowers, making the colors of the petals of the flowers more vibrant. He chuckled and watched them bloom. “Oh? Now you’re enjoying it.” Blue spoke and chuckled when he saw Hail humming as he watched the flowers slowly open their closed petals one by one.

What that secret was I hadn't a clue? I sighed and closed my eyes, breathing deeply the scent of the flora around me. Azaleas, blood-red rhododendrons, sky blue cornflowers and forget- me- not, exotic flowers that were nameless to me. This was as close to heaven as I could ever get on the spinning orb that I lived in, and I soon would be forced to abandon it in favour of the hellish nightmare I call the school. I laughed bitterly.

Evelyn pulled out her phone, capturing everything—the sky, the horizon, the fading light spilling across the clouds. Every second felt unreal. The helicopter began to descend. “Look down.” Roman’s voice came again. “What?” “Look.” Evelyn frowned but leaned forward. Her breath hitched when she saw what was below them. A vast sea of flowers stretched endlessly. Different colors spilled across the land—reds, yellows, violets, blues—like the ground had been painted alive. The wind brushed through them in soft waves. Evelyn covered her mouth. “Oh my God…”

Sam "You just respected what I said," she said, laughing slightly. "But you know what? Clouds collect water from land and sea, but when they've had enough of it, they turn black and drop back all the water they collected," she said, looking at me. "Do you understand what I'm talking about? Even if you're strong enough to hold it on your own, you need to let it go before you blast and break down, and then you'll explode," she added, still looking at me. "Don't be afraid to let them know how hurt and broken you are, because even the clouds don't fear letting the world see how dark they can be. I have something for you, just stay strong Roseanna, we are here with you," she gets up, and then she

I didn't respond. "Perfect family, Perfect job. Perfect ways to get away with anything" I look her dead in her eyes and she glanced at me once before looking down and giving me beads and flowers to start the crowns.

The Night-Blooming Garden was the most beautiful and popular place in the Cloud City. More than a garden, it would be more appropriate to describe it as a forest, but as it was located in the heart of the city and a long road crossed it, many would go there, especially at night, when the most beautiful flowers would open with the beginning of each season.

It's a gloomy day in Monteverde's mansion. The sky is dark. It warns that any moment from now a heavy rain will happen. Flora is just looking outside of her window. She is just looking up at the sky. At a young age she is mesmerized every time before the rain starts. The gray sky, cold wind and the sound of thunder. It's all mesmerized in her eyes. " Flora " She immediately turned her head when she heard the voice of her mother gently calling her.

I know I have to keep her talking. Flower?? No… Flower doesn’t makes sense. Why that specific purple flower? I know it’s called a misty bloom… Wait the purple mist? Could the purple mist have something to do with the rogues’ ability to disappear and reappear at will…. Portals! Ciara mentioned them before! Portals are in the mountains!

A faint smile lingered on his lips. In Camila's dream, she found herself in a breathtaking place adorned with a vibrant array of flowers. Delicate petals gracefully descended, gently landing on her hair as she swayed and twirled, completely immersed in the mesmerizing dance of the falling blossoms. Her voice intertwined with the rustling of petals, harmonizing with the enchanting scene.