Novel & Cerita Flowers Everywhere Flowers In Her Hair

she said smiling The scenery was great a perfect spot to watch the sunset the clearing was like a rose garden there were all types of rosses surrounding us I didn't put them there to impress her but it was a natural garden blessed to us by mother nature I picked up a pink rose and placed it in her hair " Just like you.." i said smiling and she blushed i got closer to her then removed the thread she had tied her hair with " You look much better this way.." i said and she blushed even more I held one of her hand then pulled her to me so that her back was pressed on my front still holding her hand

It had been two days; two days since the signing of the document, two days without a kiss or hug from her, without the warmth of her soft body, and it made everything, every little touch overwhelming. The walk was quiet and we stopped at a bush of lilies. I watched her gasp as she hurried over to pick one of the delicate blooms. The blue flower had an almost ethereal look under the moon’s glow and with Tabitha standing there, she looked like a fairy that tended to the blooms. “They look so beautiful,” she whispered, plucking another flower and walking up to me with it. “I think this colour suits you.” She reached out and placed the flower in my hair. Her hand stroked my face gently as she di

Light bursts in through the windows and the whole room sparkles as if it is covered in magic. "What are you telling me," a beautiful voice travels through my room. Looking up I see the most beautiful woman standing in the open doorway to my room. Beautiful flowers bloom throughout her blue hair that shimmers and flows down her back like a waterfall. Her dark skin is flawless with only a few petals here and there sprinkled across her skin. My mouth is gaping open as I stare at her. Flora runs to her mother and hides her head in the folds of her skirt. "I am glad to see that you are awake," the flowered woman says as she looks at me with her chocolate eyes.

The woman they called Rose led us through the massive pack house, her lavender-colored hair catching the light every time she turned to acknowledge one of the wolves who waved or greeted her. She responded to each one with a warm smile, her presence exuding effortless kindness. I couldn't stop staring at her hair—it was unlike anything I had ever seen before, like strands of spun lilac, soft and otherworldly. Pearl nudged me, breaking my trance, and I realized Rose was speaking to me.

Emily started ahead too, even as she still talked. "That's the Rose?" "That's the Rose." "Oh, it's so beautiful, my princess!" She skidded aside and gently plucked the flowers out. Two long beautiful and fresh looking Rose flowers. She perforated her hair with the piece of flower and clicked up at Lyra with a smile. "How do I look, my princess!?" With the flower stuck in one side of her black hair, Emily looked more beautiful... more child-like. "You look beautiful, Emily."

"I'll tell the gardener to uproot those flowers. They remind me of Claire's disgusting face—I don't want them to hurt our eyes!" Lara clearly panicked, but forced herself to smile anyway.

We all looked at each other, hesitant, but when Harmona appeared in the doorway, that same eerie smile on her face, we had no choice but to do as told, as we took our seats around the table. And then, as I watch, Harmona steps forward, a soft smile gracing her lips as she carefully places flower headbands on each of our heads. Poppy flowers and orchids—an odd yet strangely beautiful combination. I feel the gentle brush of her fingers against my hair as she secures mine, humming under her breath. She steps back, tilting her head slightly, assessing her work. "Perfect," she murmurs, more to herself than anyone else.

I realize that the crowns have become an ornament on our heads so that we don't have to take them off. I lay down and hugged my friend and mate, feeling his scent soothe me, and I closed my eyes. Letting sleep envelop me. ... "In front of me is a large garden with lots of flowers, something that reminds me of the Castle Garden, but this one is different, the flowers are loose, not contained in their places, and the flowers grow freely and have different patterns. In the middle of this garden, there's a woman with long, wavy black hair, wearing a simple green dress. I see her back walking around the place and I recognize her, but at the same time I don't. It's such a strange feeling.

Her fingertips must have felt as if they were being tenderly pampered by the petals because of how velvety soft they were. Her natural hair color is a very distinctive shade, any jewelry or flowers that she wears will be accentuated by it to a greater degree than they would be otherwise. She delicately inhaled the rose's sweet scent as she lifted it to her nose before passing it to Eva. The rose was a deep wine color. "All right, I'm going to go with this rose. You just tucked it into my hair, it's that easy. Eva gave a satisfied nod and followed the instructions.

A girl. My mind froze for a second. She was beautiful in a way that grabbed your attention without even trying. Almond-shaped eyes. Smooth skin. Long lashes. A tiny waist that curved into soft hips. “Sir… sir…” she stammered. My hands and brain worked together in those few seconds. I didn’t even realize what I was doing. I just extended the flowers toward her. My brain reset immediately, but my hands had already moved. What is she doing here? Her smell is familiar! Or my mum’s words were taking more of my thoughts.