Flowery Prose Novels & Stories

With each heartbeat, the world around them faded, leaving just the intoxicating mix of passion and relief that neither had dared to dream could exist. A gentle breeze danced through the lush trees, carrying with it the intoxicating fragrance of freshly bloomed roses, their petals vibrant and velvety. The fairytale garden was bathed in a warm, golden glow, with tiny fairy lights flickering to life above like stars that had descended to earth.

Such a blooming process, under the focused gaze of everyone, was quickly completed. Faintly like dancing clouds in the high sky; Faintly like dewdrops condensing into tears; Faintly like an eagle soaring out of a vast forest, like a small rabbit escaping from a sturdy cage. Emma's dance was gentle, graceful, and flowing. With her dance, small and large flowers intertwined, petals overlapping, some petals shyly closing while others unfolded, and various flowers bloomed on the pure white folding screen. Amidst the blossoms, the silhouette behind the folding screen danced gracefully. As the music quickened, the flowers on the screen bloomed faster, more abundantly, energetically, and enthusiast

The room with dim lighting created the same atmosphere filled with the breath of lust and sweetness. Declan's hands roamed all over her body, gradually moving up her thighs, past her waist, and into her bra. Hot hands with rough ridges burned every inch of flesh. Fidelia's body was like a blooming sunflower that slowly unfolded under his caress, emitting the most intoxicating, graceful, and gentle fragrance that made him even more infatuated.

it's resembles my situation , where this world is a garden ; And I at the other end , just a "LONELY FLOWER" . Just I was thinking about that , A butterfly with blue and black wings landed on the single daisy flower . "It's seems, it's not alone anymore". I also wish for a butterfly who'll make me a party of this world. Ah ,I feel like crying. "My lady , we shall head back inside. it's windy outside". we went inside and I started to write a novel , to divert my attention from crying. Though I said that , I can't stop myself , my tears are running to my cheeks and feel in my writings .

___________________________________________________________________________ Rosemary’s Pov The night rolls in as slowly as the night before – I pull the curtain aside staring at the the beautiful night sky. The stars beautifully twinkle , they look like little dew drops that lay on a flower petal in the mornings – how ever , they twinkle away. I see them twinkle like the night before , the night before that and the night before that. It has been three days and three nights since Andrew and I have left our home – our palace. It has been three long , exhausting day and three long . extremely hot and uncomfortable nights. How ever , I try not to complain much because I know that I have the eas

Sable riding Lorien hard while multiple tongues worshipped her body. Chains of triple penetration spreading through the garden—bodies stacked and joined among the blooming flowers. Mouths devouring cocks and dripping pussies. Seed spilling across petals and glowing skin. The living flowers responded, releasing clouds of sweet, aphrodisiac pollen that heightened every sensation. The Song swelled into a lush crescendo as shared climaxes triggered new blossoms across the Flame Root and distant realms.

Why did I entertain the Unfortunate with the forbidden drink? He wriggles his hips, further anchoring himself between my legs, his hard length touching me. I cry out in fear and hopelessness, praying desperately for Kade. He grips himself and rubs up and down, coating me in a slick fluid that isn't mine, and I sink deeper into the recess of my mind. I'm in a field surrounded by tall grass and flowers in my favourite shade of purple. The sky is as blue as I've ever seen, the clouds fluffier than any bed I've slept on. A zephyr blows, carrying sweet scents of wildflowers. It whips my hair across my face. Peace.

The seeing did not sharpen. It had never been dulled. The knowing did not deepen. It had never been shallow. Every sentence written in earlier chapters had been a loving attempt to point. Now the pointing hand relaxed. The moon it indicated relaxed. The sky holding the moon relaxed. Only seeing remained. Not as a function. As the field. Not as an event. As the timeless. The white flowers had not become the air. They had revealed that air was never without fragrance. The oak had not become the sky.

He tried to shake it off but he couldn’t his slightly wide eyes gave him away. “Zephyr. I don’t know who you met before but that is not me. That is a fake creation of a mystical flower. This entire place is a fake creation of a flower. You are too. That flower turned its version of me into some promiscuous fool. I won’t lie to you, there was a time I wished I could have as many guys as I wanted and switch them around just like the beta jocks did to she-wolves in my school. I also wished I would pitch those guys in a fight with each other to see who was most desperate from my love. The flower, what it did was to take all the things in my imaginations, past and present and use it to make a wor

Fleshes Gleaming with wetness to the morning gold. A mead Bordered about with warbling water brooks. A maid Laughing the love-laugh with me; proud of looks. The heat Throbbing between the upland and the peak. Her heart Quivering with passion to my pressed cheek. Braiding Of floating flames across the mountain brow. Brooding Of stillness; and a sighing of the bough. Stirs Of leaflets in the gloom; soft petal-showers; Stars Expanding with the starr'd nocturnal flowers." I finish.