Her Early Leaf's A Flower Meaning の小説・ストーリー

She asked and Alex glanced at Blakeley then smiled. “Lilies, baby’s breath and white roses.” Alex replied. “Flowers?” Bryan asked and he nodded in response. “Lilies represent her innocence, baby’s breath represents her kindness and white roses represent her being playful.” Alex replied. “So she was more like Bryar?” Bryan asked. “She was exactly like Bryar.” He replied. “Why does she drop flowers at her every kill?” Bryar asked out of the blue. “It's her thing. She wants revenge so that is what those flowers mean and the baby’s breath and lilies there means the innocence is gone. And it is my fault, I broke her.” Alex explained and sighed.

My hands were still stained with blood, the blood of an innocent. - If there is still a flower, it has life. The sunflower continues to live, to shine, as long as it has its sun, have you forgotten? And you know what? A single flower has the ability to distribute life and multiply. Her little foremen help her in this-She took my hands and brought them to my face, smearing it from eyes to cheek-So my little flower will continue with her head held high? - I nodded, containing a smile for having my mother, I haven't seen her for a long time. - I did not listen? What do you confirm?

When he had asked the florist the perfect flower for a man wishing for a new beginning for his loved one, she had brought a bunch of daffodils. “Daffodils are often associated with hope, renewal and the start of something beautiful. A lovely reminder of the possibilities that come with new beginnings. And, its vibrant yellow colour and blooming in early spring represent fresh starts and arrival of a new season and something beautiful,” the florist had further explained. He took the flowers, pleased with the explanation and hoped Veronica would love it. He was clueless if she loved flowers or not but flowers are nice and he was certain she wouldn't hate them.

"Miren, I know you are probably under the impression that if you can successfully enrage me, then you will be able to get what you want, but you are wrong. I will not, under any circumstances, let go of your hand. Miren was the only person in the lilac greenhouse where she was sitting. In this place, there was neither wind nor the song of birds; rather, there was just a stand of tall, solitary lilac trees. The tops of the branches are covered in a stunning curtain of purple flowers that hang in long strips and form a curtain-like formation. The color is pristine and alluring, and it stands for an everlasting love combined with the desire to spend the rest of one's life by the side of the per

, she picked my dress and combed my hair and we went to the garden. The path was muddy, it seems they're watering the plants daily . It has varieties of flowers , different types of colours in it and the butterflies and bees are surrounding the flowers . it's a pleasing sight . I walked until the end of the path , there was nothing , but just grass . then, a single daisy flower caught my attention . it's grows in a corner of garden and hidden itself from others eyes . it's resembles my situation , where this world is a garden ; And I at the other end , just a

She licked it and raised her eyebrow. “Why does my blood be tasteless?” she shook her head and shrugged. She continued arranging the roses while humming. She paused and turned to the left side. She closed her eyes and heightened her hearing ability. She opened her eyes and smiled. “I see, they are early. Excited, huh?” she said and dropped the roses, the flower that she unlike. She went out of her house. Bulwarks were running and screaming. Some of them bumped at her but she only smiled and continued walking.

Humphrey sounded ready to cry. "The other day, Humphrey came to my shop looking for heirloom flower seeds. He said you wanted to plant them on the terrace. The moment I saw the varieties, I knew exactly what they meant. I'm a herbalist. People like me understand the language of flowers. Every flower carries a meaning. And every flower you chose symbolizes feelings that are never spoken aloud." Mortimer's hand froze around the bottle. Slowly, his blood-red eyes lifted to meet hers. The Alpha pressure in the room returned once again.

I lowly whistled at the yellow flowers. "I love them!" "I picked these from the garden this morning. That's why I was gone before you woke up. Daffodils symbolise-" "New beginnings," I finished his sentence softly, glancing at the soft yellow buds. I smiled at Lukas, "I know." *** Follow my socials to stay updated! Facebook: The Scripturient (Join San_2045 for exclusive sneak peeks, coins giveaway and more) Instagram: san_2045 ***

-Well I can tell you. -Do you know the meaning of the flowers? I say raising an eyebrow. -Why does it surprise you? -The thing is… -Don't tell me anything, just pay attention. -Okay. -Well this flower -she says touching a very beautiful flower- is called Dalia and it means impulsiveness and passion. Young people gave these flowers to indicate that they were looking for a love affair or asking to be carried away by passion. -Wao, what about this one? I say pointing to a red flower.

It is about a Rose flower. A Rose is a red flower with the joy of two or three playful babies. It has a simple birth and a simple death. You plant it and watch it grow; and when your greed is matured enough, you pluck it. Rose was my first love. It happened when I was thirteen, when i sang Christmas songs and kicked every weed that came on my way. Her lovely charm lifted my first year of teenage hood and turned it into an unforgettable fun. Her body was an irresistible mistake I could not afford to miss.