Gilbert Bougainvillea Novels & Stories

"I found this. It looks expensive. I thought to get it for you." The silence in the room became intense enough to drown in. Gilbert’s gaze fixed on the silver 'V'. A small muscle jumped in his jaw. "Where did you find that?" he asked, his voice dropping into that low, vibrating register that made Shine’s chest ache. "Please accept," she whispered. "My humble gift." She hoped he got the memo. She hoped Sir Gilbert was the wild savage that ravished her the previous night. Gilbert stood up slowly. He walked around the desk, his movements fluid.

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

She set the pruning shears on the table with a sharp metallic clack that cut through the silence. As the older woman walked away, Victoria smiled in quiet satisfaction. She picked up the shears again and snipped two stems of chrysanthemums that were about to bloom. That evening, Sebastian arrived at the Reed estate with Evelyn. An elderly man was already waiting by the door. “That’s the head butler, he’s been with the family forever,” Sebastian explained casually. The man bowed politely. “Miss Sinclair, I’m Gilbert. But please, call me Gil.” Evelyn smiled politely. “Good evening, Mr. Gilbert.”

I had been so sure I would never forgive either if them for what they did to me, but only a wave of butterflies collided in my belly when I looked at the row of dandelions and purple lilies lined against the wall. How did they know I liked dandelions? I could tell the sunflowers were from Laziel. Something about its slow lazy beauty reminded me of the elite shifter. Ronan must have gotten the pristine white spider lilies. Of all the four, he was the perfectionist. The most mysterious. “That has to be from the Alpha. Red bougainvillea. Outlandish, and yet, reserved, just like him,” I chuckled, pointing out the wooden pot on the side of the big window that was overflowing with bougainvillea.

Magnolia shook her head. “Bryst said that it was not a bedtime story, but the legend of one of our ancestors.” Killian lay on his elbows and looked to the clear sky. “Hundreds of years ago, there was a boy, Gelan Gottanlich. From a young age, he showed great potential, and everyone said that he was probably the strongest Gottanlich in history. They were right. Gelan was the strongest pureblood in the history of Malorenia, not just in the Gottanlich family.”

Take this very rare plant, for instance. Ileana had noticed the small movement away from her, and her lips curled in a gently mischievous smile. She followed him quickly to a staging platform, where a shocking pink spray of flowers glowed hotly. ‘This is Doritaenopsis “Malibu Gold” - allied to the genus of Paphiopedila .’ Bevis’s rolling Scottish burr seemed to soften when he talked of his orchids, Ileana noticed. How sweet it was. She began to feel quite jealous of the fabulous flowers around her. Now, if only she could get

They couldn't look away from each other's faces. The garden was decorated with various species of flowers of different colors. From Claire's favorite Frangipanis to Lillies. Hyacinths to Lilacs. Tulips to Buttercups. Periwinkles to cosmos. And lots and lots of gypsophila adding beauty to their surroundings.

"You can watch TV as long as you want. I will try to come back soon." He told her and then left the apartment in a hurry while Scilla watched TV. "But it's the box with people inside." She spoke but Gian was already gone. ........... "Scilla peruviana is a bulbous perennial from the Asparagaceae family. It produces striking blue circles of flowers from spring. The flowers measure around 1.5cm. Scilla symbolizes loyalty, fidelity and constancy but it is highly toxic if eaten." Gian sighed at what he got from the internet. There was nothing that could help him right now.

I shouldn’t trust someone who just appeared in the forest, which was my turf. “How about I give you something to remind you that you indeed met me tonight?” And from his pants’ front pocket, he pulled out something. It was a very rare kind of flower called guabula. One that could only be found in the north of Aryan. It had small three petals and a tube-like star in the middle of it, and it smelled so sweet. Addictive. The flower itself would turn into different colors by each passing day. Tonight, it was violet, and it just matched my lavender gown. I knew that it would take two months before it would dry up and die.