Ghost Tulip Novels & Stories

The tour guide even led us to a perfect spot where we could picnic. There were different colors of tulips lined up in endless rows. "This must be heaven. It's so beautiful here." I mumbled while looking around us. "You're right." "How I wish I could just stay here forever. Away from everyone, away from the spotlight. Living with the people I love." Matthew just gave me a simple smile although he didn't say anything. "Do you know that Tulips symbolize perfect and deep love? They say that if someone gives you a tulip, that means they love you wholeheartedly. I received one when I was just in middle school, I just don't know if that has a meaning though." I chuckled.

"Flowers. Does she like any?" I raise my eyebrows in response. Yes, he really wants to impress her! "Tulips... white... I think." "You think?" I shake my head to think more clearly. "White tulips," I confirm, and he nods. "Perfect! Wait for me here!" Then, he simply opens the door in the midst of traffic, strides hastily across the street, and enters a florist that already has a closed sign. From here, I can see him talking to the lady behind the counter, who seems to explain that they've closed for the day, but he insists. Minutes later, Gael emerges with an extravagant bouquet in his hands, and I cover my mouth, holding back a startled laugh. "There, now we can go!"

Chase moved away from the hole to let them have a look. Walter was the first to look through the hole. "Isn't that a Man-Eating Flower? There's also a Coffin Plant. That's a Rotten Flower. Those are all evil stuff!"

“If this is another wild goose chase, I swear I will leave the lot of you.” “How many times have you said that? And yet, you always come back to us,” said by the one with blue hair in a lazy tone. “Don’t worry. Because according to the information I found, we’re in the right place.” The gray-haired guy tsked. “And how many times have we encountered trouble because of that information of yours?” “We’re definitely in the right place,” said by another, the one with chestnut brown hair. “Can’t you smell the air? It’s filled with the scent of night-blooming flowers,” he said excitedly to the others.

Quinnzel's POV I wake up in a garden. The one that once belonged to my house when my dad was still alive, well stepdad. The high difference between this garden and the one from home was that this one had a lot of color. There were flower beds of tulips, Tuberoses, chrysanthemum, boat orchids, Madonna lily, Dahlia, and Acanthaceae. Their flowers were also hanging on the trees like it was draped around the trees. It seemed well-maintained and it radiated a lot of delicate ambiance and calmness.

“I’m no genius, but I’m pretty sure even I know that code daddy dearest was talking in was referring to us.” Ghost scoffed, then snorted, then shook his head incredulously. “Who’s who then?” “Isn’t it obvious?” Knight clicked his teeth. “You’re the orchids. He said they’re commonly used in funerals. Funerals happen in graveyards, which is commonly where ghosts are found.” He shot a finger gun at Ghost. “Fire lily is Damon, clearly. I’m the moonflowers.” Shadows snaked across the floor, rolling over the wood like a dark fog. He gestured down at the sea of darkness. “Duh. And Caius is the rose, because he’s a prickly ass bastard.”

I headed for the greenhouse behind the herbology wing, a place rarely visited this early. In the far corner, nestled in a clay pot, was a single white orchid,rare and delicate, its petals edged in silver. Professor Lin had brought it back from the southern cliffs, calling it “the ghost flower.” It blooms once a year. Today was the third day of its bloom. Perfect. I knelt before it, hands resting on my thighs. I closed my eyes. I didn’t just picture it. I remembered it. The coolness of its petals under my fingertips from when I’d brushed past it when it first arrived. The faint scent like rain on stone and something older. The slight tremble in its stem when the wind blew through the open ven

she demanded, clearly surprised that I was there. “I knew you wouldn’t call me, so I came.” “You need to leave.” “You need to stop running away,” I responded. Her eyes flashed with something that I did not recognize. “Get out, Danny. Now.” I stood and slowly approached her. Once I was close enough, I offered the tulip to her. She did not take it. Instead, she tightened her grip on her towel. “White tulips represent forgiveness, rebirth, respect, and honor,” I explained.

Alice admitted without diverting her attention from the tulips at the far end of the stall. "Yeah, that's true. So that handsome gentleman won't always be grumpy," Lexy replied, following Alice's steps towards the stall where her favorite flowers were. Alice was captivated by the vibrant colors of these perfect symbols of love. Tulips originated from the Netherlands, and their distinctive petal shapes were an attraction for flower lovers. The petals consisted of six corolla leaves of various colors such as orange, white, red, blue, yellow, and others. The bright colors were also a significant factor in why many people, including Alice, liked them.

"Tulips, you say? What’s special about them?" Sophia couldn’t help but smile at the question. "Well, tulips are actually quite symbolic. Each color carries a specific meaning. Red tulips are a declaration of love, while yellow ones are for cheerfulness and hope. Purple symbolizes royalty, and white tulips represent forgiveness or purity. It’s amazing how flowers can convey such deep emotions without saying a word." Helena’s eyes widened slightly, clearly fascinated. "I didn’t know that about tulips," she admitted, her voice softening with interest. "So, what do you think would be best for this event? The judges, I mean."