Flowery Prose Novels & Stories

He kept doing it over and over again till she melted. “You can’t be an earthly woman. You must be a siren or an angel. You are so beautiful. Like a white rose. Like the dawn. Like the winter sun. You are every beauty in the world. Flora. My Flora. My sweet beautiful Flora. I love you. I adore you.”

ʜᴇ sᴍᴇʟʟᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, sʜɪᴇʟᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡɪʟᴅ ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ɢʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ sᴜɴ sᴘʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴊᴏʏ

Lyra glanced back at me more than once. And then everything faded. ** I stood in the middle of a field filled with white, glowing flowers. They stretched endlessly in every direction, a quiet sea of soft light that moved with the faintest touch of wind. Each petal carried its own glow, not harsh or blinding, but gentle, like the moonlight was caught and held within something living. The light reflected faintly against my skin, casting pale shadows that shifted as the flowers swayed. I had never seen anything like it.

She wrote with a frantic, desperate intensity. As the charcoal scratched against the paper, something strange began to happen. ​The grey fog surrounding their rock began to shift. The words she wrote—a cool breeze, a golden orchard, the sound of rain—didn't just appear on the page. They manifested in the air. A gust of wind, smelling faintly of damp earth and blooming jasmine, swept across the barren rock. The static in the sky above them parted, revealing a fleeting, illusory image of a golden orchard bathed in twilight.

The letter didn't have a header and it didn't say from who it was either. It's the wind, can't you hear it? The sound is melodic, almost a whisper. Little by little, the voice turns brittle. Drop after drop, the tears don't cease to stop. The tune itself surrounds her, and like a spell her thoughts drown in the well. A soft murmur caresses her petals that are so thin, the light in her eyes slowly turning dim. The sigh of defeat makes the whistling howls of the wind freeze. Everything stops just as the rose falls.

Vivian sat alone in the shadowed corner of the bar, watching strangers drift beneath the amber glow of the lights. She could not believe she had actually fallen for a rumor. “The real reason the Hayes and Carter families postponed the wedding? Sebastian’s ex was kidnapped. He’d rather call off the marriage than leave her to die.” One reckless sentence was all it took for her to book the first flight to Harbor City. Sebastian was the untouchable heir everyone admired—a fixture on the covers of financial magazines and the polished businessman delivering keynote speeches at charity galas. What could a man like him possibly be doing in a place like this? Vivian shook her head, set down her g

The air was infused with the heady fragrance of blossoms, a sensory haven that momentarily whisked them away from the harsh realities that awaited outside the garden's confines. As they strolled along the meandering paths, Larry's words, like petals carried by a gentle breeze, filled the air. His voice, softened by the tenderness of his emotions, became a melody that intertwined with the rustle of leaves and the distant hum of bees. Amidst the vibrant blooms, he spoke not of illness or uncertainty but of love and hope, a solace that transcended the physical world.

I thank God the dress is braless because when I notice her perky dusty rose nipples calling out to me, I don't waste time. "Crescent." she moans lowly. That is a switch to something so carnal deep within me. I ravage her nipples and breasts like a starved man. Satisfied by my work on her breasts, I trace a finger down her torso while I kiss her. I am not surprised to find her wet and ready.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The flowers around him bloomed in deeper colors. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" He let them.

The soft glow of the chandeliers casts a warm light, creating a welcoming atmosphere that is both luxurious and inviting. As I step outside, I am greeted by the sight of a vast garden filled with my favorite flowers. The scent of blooming roses and lavender fills the air, creating a sense of tranquility and serenity. Flamingos gracefully stroll around the lush green grass, their vibrant plumage adding a splash of color to the landscape. The garden is a paradise, a peaceful oasis where I can relax and unwind amidst the beauty of nature.