Greenhouse Aesthetic Novels & Stories

He had a penthouse suite, which I wasn't surprised by. When we got in, he excused himself to go and change and then told me where I could get some wine and where the glasses were. The penthouse was gorgeous. It had some inviting warm colours like velvets and whites and oranges. It was very tastefully curated. Probably done by a designer. Nobody had recognized when we were out because he was wearing a cap and had the hood on most of the time.

she asked hopefully. “No.” They rounded the corner of the house and the garden and greenhouse came into view, wiping Arla’s irritation away. The greenhouse had finally been completed, and it was more than she’d ever hoped for. This was her happy place. The foundation and bottom third of the building was made from the same grey stone as the packhouse, the stones jutting out around the ledge upon which sat planter boxes, currently overflowing with flowers of all colours. The beams and glass supports were painted dark green, which helped the building co-exist with the background of the forest behind it. The roof and walls were glass, allowing sunlight to penetrate every corner.

Of course it is. The greenhouse is at the back of the property, past a stone patio and a pool that looks like it's never been used. The glass structure is old, Victorian maybe, with wrought iron frames and climbing vines that have gone wild. Inside, it smells like earth and roses. Plant life spills over tables, reaching toward sunlight. No one's trimmed anything in months, but somehow it makes the space more beautiful. Wild and honest. "She used to spend hours in here." I spin around. An older man stands in the doorway, leaning on a cane. He has Dominic's sharp features but weathered, like they've been carved by years of disappointment. Silver hair, expensive suit, eyes that miss nothing.

They stood in what appeared to be a vast greenhouse constructed from crystallized time, its walls transparent enough to reveal the swirling chaos of creation happening beyond, but solid enough to contain the impossible garden that stretched before them in directions that shouldn't exist. Every plant in this cosmic greenhouse was a memory made manifest, their leaves and petals formed from moments of love, sacrifice, and transformation that had occurred throughout the history of consciousness itself. But these weren't passive recollections preserved in botanical form. Each specimen pulsed with active potential, waiting to be awakened by beings capable of conscious creation.

Children no longer woke up with frost in their hair. But the real miracle was happening in the South Courtyard. Vespera stood knee-deep in soil. She was wearing a simple wool dress, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Her hands were caked in dark, rich earth. Around her rose a structure that had baffled the local carpenters: a skeleton of iron ribs, filled in not with stone, but with glass. It was a greenhouse. But not the flimsy, decorative kind used by the Southern nobility for their orchids. This was an industrial machine.

“Come on. I’ll show you around the house, and you can warm up a little while we’re at it.” Under the night sky, Green Garden had a classical, almost mystical beauty. The courtyard had been remodeled with care, styled like an elegant old garden, full of scenic charm. Two rows of quaint wooden cottages were tucked behind bamboo groves. Simple yet refined, they had the air of a hermit’s retreat—graceful but with personality. It was clear Camden had put a lot of thought into designing it. He pushed open a door, and a soft breeze blew in, setting the wind chimes above the roof tinkling gently.

I whisper, startled, but it’s only Lady Brook—dark-haired, wry-eyed, and entirely unimpressed by formal entrances. She seats herself on the stone ledge, boots tucked beneath her, and gestures for me to sit beside her. I do. The arch overlooks the lower garden, snow having softened the sharp angles of the land into something gentle and bright. Only the peaks of roofs remain untouched, but beyond that, the glass dome of the greenhouse gleams like a crystal heart. I know the plants are safe in there—protected by old enchantments and the steady heat of a fire-fed system. My gaze lingers.

An Taotao came to her senses and said with a smile, "Please lead the way." The servant nodded and walked ahead to lead the way to Antaotao. An Taotao followed, and couldn't help looking around. He saw that the scenery in the backyard was very good, the venue was also very large, and the garden was not an ordinary garden. He even built a glass greenhouse. Looking at the glass greenhouse in front of him, An Taotao was slightly amazed. The transparent greenhouse is full of all kinds of flowers, and each flower is fresh and gorgeous, just like the emperor's royal garden, which makes people unable to move their eyes.

The place was made entirely of glass, so that the sun would enter easily, and the windows opened, all of them, and Becca was delighted to realize that this was done with a simple button press next to the door. The decoration with light threads was something that came up in my mind, because I did not want to use the artificial lights for the plants, and the peculiar orange mixed with the countless different colors, made Becca's eyes shine. Next to me, she walked through the flowers, looking at all of them. The perfume was cloying for me, who didn't like sweet fragrances, but for Becca, it was more than perfect. "I didn't know your mother had time to take care of something so beautiful," she s

The pavement we crossed to it was highly decorated with pretty roses, green to be very specific. "Green roses, huh?" I chirped. "Yes, green is my favorite … it's like a symbol of peace and tranquility" The greenhouse shone outstandingly as the sunlight pierced through the glass, and the plants glittered beautifully in it. I gasped in awe, and I swear I could see George from the corner of my eye give a weird smile, like he knew I'd love it. As I stepped inside, it felt like I had crossed into another world filled with warmth, humidity, and rich scent that smelled like mother earth… a jungle, a distinct pretty garden preferably.