Fragrant Flower Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

There was no point in denying it—he already knew I was lying. His presence drew nearer, a tangible heat at my back. He toyed with the tips of my hair, his touch gentle yet unsettling. I could feel his warm breath on my neck as he inhaled deeply, scenting my hair. “Fragrance flower, hmm? Changed your shampoo?” he purred, his voice a low murmur. It was a simple question, harmless on the surface. But there was nothing simple about it, not when it came to Zarion. The fragrance flower was a telltale sign, a clue he would undoubtedly recognize. My heart pounded in my chest.

Derek shouted furiously, instinctively cupping his stinging cheek. The woman let out an exasperated sigh, her voice dripping with indignation. "Do you not understand how disrespectful it is to inhale a woman's fragrance without her consent?!" Embarrassment flooded over Derek as he averted his gaze, acutely aware of being caught in the act of indulging in the woman's enticing scent. Yet, he couldn't entirely blame himself, for she possessed an aroma that was simply irresistible to him. It reminded him of sunflowers, his all-time favorite flower. Every summer, he eagerly anticipated the sight and scent of sunflowers, as they brought a sense of lightness and joy to his heart whenever he encount

When there’s finally a lull in drink orders, I walk over to Cassandra. “Hey, Cass, can I ask you something?” “Sure you can,” she says while wiping down the bar. “You love plants and gardening and all that jazz; could you tell me what flower this is?” I ask, pulling out my phone and showing her a picture of the flowers Jartre sent me. She glances at the picture and smiles, “Oh, those are beautiful! Those are called aster. Did someone give those to you?” “My boyfriend did,” I say, beam with pride, even though calling Jartre my boyfriend feels weird.

Declan smiled and stroked her head as if he knew how Lilly was feeling and tried to tell her that he believed her. “I thought it was a jasmine flower. But it doesn't look like jasmine at all.” Declan grinned. Lilly smiled shyly and nodded. “I said jasmine because this flower smells like jasmine. Smell it." Lilly held the flower closer to his nose. “Hm. You're right, baby.” Declan nodded. He studied the flower again. Surprisingly, it was still fresh not wilted at all. After making sure the flower is not dangerous. Declan let Lilly keep it.

Alex I inhale her fragrance; I couldn’t tell you what it is off the top of my head since I’m not a fragrance connoisseur but it’s florally and musky at the same time. In fact, it’s quite heady. We are seated together with Levi and coach opposite us, no doubt a ploy for nosey people in the restaurant, even though they have their own lives they still want to know what’s going on in mine.

Nah. "I dislike roses," I said directly. Though I loved roses, I mostly loved hydrangeas. Both looked nice and smelled lovely. Well, I honestly loved the bouquet he gave me. "Oh, then what do you like?" Bright asked. "You know. I love flowers that stink. For example, the Rafflesia. Try to give me one of them." "Win... they are so smelly and poisonous. Also rare to find." I nodded nonchalantly and dropped the roses to the ground.

I am sure this is after ages he is trying to be soft and polite to someone. I didn't want to show any tantrum so I just accepted the flower from him with a small smile on my lips. The sweet fragrance enveloped me, filling the air with a delightful scent as I brought it closer to see. It was a vibrant red rose, its petals vibrant and velvety, exuding an air of elegance and charm. Its thorns were sharp, a reminder of its feisty nature, while its fragrance carried a hint of sweetness. "It's the perfect representation of both feistiness and sweetness, just like you!" Vincenzo's words caught my attention.

I walked to the counter where there were different displays of flowers, their smell divine. The floral shop smelled of fresh blooms, a mix of jasmine and roses that was almost overwhelming. The displays were meticulous, every bouquet a work of art. “Hi, welcome to Scented Palace. How can I help you?” The woman behind the counter said with a smile on her face. I passed the receipt to her. “I need the address of the person who purchased this,” I said. She looked at the receipt and raised her eyes back to me. “This was given a few days ago, I wasn't here when it was purchased.” She passed the paper back to me.

I brought it up to my face and took a deep breath in, closing my eyes as the fragrance hit me. The scent was sweet and calming like a mixture of lilac and something softer. It made my lips curve into a quiet smile. Wanting to plant them in a pot and maybe place them in my room, I gently gathered a few shoots from the flower’s base, young stems that looked like they’d grow well if nurtured properly. I tucked them carefully into the opposite pocket of my dress, making sure the roots weren’t crushed. I lifted the flower I was still holding closer to my nose and inhaled its fragrance again.

“It’s a spell. It is cued by a particular scent. Why else would she smell like that even though she never has strawberries around?” How did she know? Amara really always scented like strawberries even though she barely ate them. “And what about your scent?” Lyra moved her free hand to her back. I tightened my grip on her hands as my eyes followed her motion. But instead of a knife, she pulled out a white flower. Moon flower? “Why is that on you?” Lyra smiled. “I want you to smell it.” She didn’t seem to notice my grip on her hand as she raised the flower to my face.