Ghost Tulip Novels & Stories

Whenever she got hurt, both mentally and physically, she'll always run and come there. However, she wasn't there. Not in the room, not even in the backyard were there lies Tina's tomb made by Sandra. There's still the flower but it has already been dried and withered. He suspect it is a tulip Tulip that symbolizes Tina's death and Tina's love. He just realized that Tina experience lovelorn.

And if it wasn't enough, he was more than happy to bleed out and become fertilizer for Doll's beloved tulips. The tulips accepted Hades's gift greedily. Every one of them became a mix of the tom and his beloved no-fur's auras. Every bloom carried the hum of the tom's dark aura. Then they vanished in a moment of stillness so loud it hurt the tom's ears. Then, slowly so slowly, Doll's lips parted and his mouth weakly latched onto Hades's arm.

On Genad’s hands was a black tulip which was so dark yet as glaring as not to be obscured even in the dim conditions of the night as for Feral, his was a yellow tulip. However, the instance his hands touched the tulip in an attempt to raise it up it blossomed fiercely, verily changing to a lovely blue rose which shone a mysterious light. “Woah! A rose?!” voices exclaimed causing Feral to flinch slightly, luckily no one actually saw the real flower’s nature before it changed so the cupids would be left to take this bullet. ‘Thank goodness!’

he laughed, agreeing with me. “Are you trying to tease me” “Why wouldn't I” he replied as he grabbed my hands “Come on I will show you around the greenhouse” He took me to a particular section in the green house, there was a green plant with yellow spots on it” “This is a death replica” he took a leaf from the branch, “unlike the rest, it's not really deadly” “And it's called death replica,” I asked with raised brows, “if I were asked to pick between the foxglove and the death replica, with the looks I would pick the foxglove the death replica looks like it could kill you in a minute”

3 hours later: "My beautiful Tulip." He murmured softly, caressing her pale cheek. He took out the pendant from his pocket and tied it around her neck; the same pendant which he gifted her few years ago. He still remembered that day well. (Past) A boy with brown hair was sitting near the lake lost in his deep thoughts. He was thinking about none other than his Tulip; a beautiful Tulip which bloomed only for him. His eyes twinkled at the thought and his lips curved into a beautiful smile.

I go to lie down on her bed and get comfortable when an idea pops in my head. In a split second, I’m appearing in the Kartheca’s garden surrounded by stunning varieties of flora. Tulips, snowdrops, crocuses, lilies and so many more are in full bloom creating a cascade of colours around the garden giving it a somewhat ethereal appearance. I wish Yildiz could see this, it’s a stunning sight.

Rowan said. “Don’t make me command you Kane.” I said in a sing-song voice. “Yes, My Queen, I don’t know why Grog used that on you Tulip. You were too young for it to begin with. Who took it off of you?” Kane said and asked. “Ricky, he just licked my hand and it was off of me. Then he threw up some nasty black sludge.” Tulip said. “Ricky is Fae?” Kane asked. “Yea, he was a Fae. He passed on ten years ago.” Tulip said.

Now I'm already in a bad mood. "I was just joking, Quinn. Please forgive me, okay?" I turned away and crossed my arms. But then what Grayson said really left me speechless. "I truly believe these bouquet are from you because of their deep meaning. Orange tulips symbolize enthusiasm, victory, and hope. In other words, I'm getting a second chance, right?"

Emma and Conrad continued their stroll through the pampered, manicured gardens. Rows of sunset colored tulips, romantic red roses, elegant orchids, and ethereal stargazer lilies stretched out as far she could see. She could spend in eternity in this garden. It was the most beautiful place she’d ever seen.

It’s elegant, timeless, and somehow less intimidating. He opens the passenger door for me. As I slide into the butter-soft leather seat, I see them. On the dashboard, waiting for me, is a bouquet. They aren’t roses. They aren’t lilies or any other predictable, elegant flower. They are tiger tulips. A massive, exuberant burst of them. Dozens of vibrant orange blooms, streaked with fierce red flames, each one a bold, untamable work of art. They are stunning. Unconventional. Absolutely perfect.