Novel & Cerita Flowery Prose

An incredible feeling of lightness. A warm breeze blew through my hair, ruffling it, I finally opened my eyes, as if waking up, and found myself face to face with a huge flowering field, roses, red, white, yellow, emanating a perfume so fragrant that it makes me intoxicated. As soon as I walk, the flowers that were about to bloom before, are blooming with each step I take, but suddenly, that colorful immensity turned into an all—white flash. Empty and silent, everything looked very strange, I'm wearing a light, white, flowing robe and my feet are bare.

Except someone had been passing through it repeatedly and with purpose for three weeks. I moved through the trees with the Switch fully engaged, slow and deliberate, footfalls on stone where I could find it and packed earth where I couldn't, each step placed before my weight committed to it. The morning mist sat low between the trunks, the kind of mist that arrived in early autumn and stayed until midmorning, softening the edges of things, making the forest feel like a room someone had left the lights off in. Good cover. I noted it as I noted everything, filed it in the column marked useful and kept moving.

The air was warm and sweet, carrying the scent of jasmine and moonlight. I drew my mother's sword. The blade blazed with silver light. I cut my palm. Elara did the same. We pressed our hands together. The blood mingled. The power surged. And the world exploded into light. I stood in a field of white flowers. Elara stood beside me. The sky above us was silver, filled with stars that seemed to pulse with a life of their own. The air was warm and sweet, carrying the scent of jasmine and moonlight. The flowers stretched as far as I could see—endless waves of petals that swayed in a gentle breeze.

Her whole body felt pliant. His scent was subtle, yet somehow overwhelming. It was a faint herbal fragrance she had loved since childhood, tempered by a rugged, commanding presence that wrapped around her like a heavy, unyielding net. His kiss held no art, no finesse. There was only the raw pull of instinct, claiming what he desired. Bit by bit, he parted her delicate lips, leaving her weak and lost in the moment. His arms were as unyielding as iron and tinged with a subtle reprimand, leaving her no avenue of escape. She felt her chest tighten, her awareness fading. It was as if she were suffocating and on the verge of collapse.

she protested, turning toward Anton. “That’s enough.” The voice was low—calm, but sharp enough to cut through the air. A voice she knew too well. Her head tilted, the room spinning slightly. Was she hallucinating? “Beshie,” she whispered to Mariel, blinking hard. “I think I’m drunk. I’m seeing that infuriating man here.” Mariel was staring behind her, her laughter gone. “You’re not drunk, Beshie.” Flora Amor waved her hand dramatically. “Men are impossible! When I refused to let him kiss me, he got mad. But when I finally did, he said it meant nothing! What kind of logic is that?”

" Just yesterday you said that you don't want to see me that I am ugly. 'Have anyone ever told you how ugly you are?' those were your words sir." "I didn't mean to say that. I was just trying to make you angry. I didn't know that it would hurt you this much." "Save your explanation to yourself. " She turned but he held her waist. " Don't leave now. Ariande,why do you have this much effect on me?, why do I always want to be in your arms?, why do I want to live the rest of my life with you?. Tell me" He asked, his breathe were fanning her neck. Her legs became weak but she controlled herself from falling into him.

Clay’s P.O.V Delicate. That was the only word that I could conjure up as I looked down at Flora on my bed. Her long red hair was sprawled across the cream white sheets like ripples of liquid silk. Her skin looked pale in the moonlight, but as I traced my fingers up her sides, I was struck anew with just how soft her skin was. Had I ever touched a skin quite as soft, as delicate as hers? I couldn’t remember and I realized with a start that I didn’t want to. The moonlight streamed in through the open windows and touched her skin, making it glow. It was like even the moon was her lover tonight.

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.

“Ms. Jensen, your partner and the kids are amazing. You’re really lucky. “Your arm would have been fine with just some ointment. But they insisted you stay in the hospital and took care of you the whole time.” Moon smiled. Pride shone in her eyes. Julian walked in with the two boys. He handed her the bouquet he was holding, and a warm smile spread across his face. “Your discharge papers are ready. The boys picked these flowers this morning. Congratulations on getting out of the hospital!” Zayden and Yannick leaned in on either side. “Ms. Jensen, look! There are still dewdrops on the flowers!” “Ms. Jensen, these flowers are as pretty as you!”

" Louis patted Adrian's shoulder, made the final step towards our house… And pushed the door open. An overwhelming stench of blood came rushing out, filling the air. Sprays of crimson stained the walls, and chaotic claw marks littered the floor. Every single detail seemed to tell a story of the agonizing and horrific slaughter that had taken place in this very house. "Rena!"