His Flower Novels & Stories

He even has a rose. He said it was his favorite flower, and that each flower in his garden represents a woman in his life. So I asked, how many flowers do you have? He said 36. But my favorite is my first flower- Jasmin. I asked him why. He laughed a bit. My being inquisitive reminded him of a woman he calls his rose, his 36th. He offered me coffee and hot pandesal or salt bread which at first I declined. Due to

Oh no. I blush, “You did, a little bit.” I admit, and he smiles at me apologetically before picking up my sketch pad. “Crocus, the most beautiful flower to bloom under frost and snow.” He says before handing it over to me. My eyes widened. “You know your flowers,” I commented, clearly surprised at the fact that he knew the name of the flower I had been drawing. He grins, “Why, of course. Since I was the one who planted them here.” He says, and my heart soars with excitement. What???

Just his eyes burning into mine. He was for a fourteen year old. I let him into my life, he held on the bumpy ride. I put up my first flower on the wall that day, next to a butterfly. It was a rose.

"Oh my, it was so sweet of you, hijo. Thank you." "You're welcome, Auntie. Honestly, I don't know what flower do you like, so I just ended up searching what flower should I get for recovery. It says that lavenders improves the feeling of a person and that flower is called healing flower." Well mom do like pink tulips, but I like the way he chose the flower he gave. "Oh, I haven't heard of that. But don't worry, I like it so much. Thank you again." He smiled at mom.

Theo, on the other hand, was prepared to go to any length for Heather. They stroll together towards the flower plant, which has a variety of different kinds of flowers. Because it is spring now, the breeze is stronger, making it more pleasant to go for a stroll. Heather's grin remained unwavering as she reached for a little flower. It is crimson and black, and if you look carefully, you can see that it represents blood. However, since Heather finds everything to be lovely, she didn't even give it a second thought; it was only Theo who did. When Logan saw the white flower, he took it up and the two of them came to a complete halt.

he walks off and kneels next to a small patch of Crimson Beebalm. Crimson Beebalm is a stunning flower. The petals are long and slender and they come out of a hairy looking center that is connected green leaves that look like they support the bud and a long smooth green stem. Best of all, it’s edible so I’ll be collecting some of it for the camp. Wait, what did he say? “It’s obviously either red or yellow, I don’t know of any grey muted colored flowers, the center even looks black.”

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

She believes she is successful in making some progress with it. "You are very young my child. And you have your whole life awaiting you with blissful events. Trust me on this." Agatha placed a small kiss on her forehead affectionately earning a subtle smile from her. Rose made themselves a pistachio latte and brought it to the backyard garden. She had grown various flowers like chrysanthemums, lilies, orchids and some pink tulips in there. Agatha, being a flower shop owner, and Rose, a lover of plants, were a golden match indeed. Agatha's small flower shop has increased its sales rapidly with the help of Rose's dedication and knowledge behind the curtains. Everyone around Rose is to be benef

Freya’s nails, which were cut like daggers, sliced against Cassiopeia's cheek, leaving a visible claw mark. Cassiopeia was bewildered by what Freya was saying. "I don't know what you are talking about. Let me go." "You’re still lying!" Freya gestured at the pale-looking Liam, who was lying on the bed, and teared up. "Liam is only four years old and just had a kidney transplant. How can you be so cruel to him? Aren’t you a mother too?"

"These are beautiful. Who's your secret admirer?" "They're just flowers," I said, trying to distract her while carefully arranging them in a vase on my dressing table. "Just flowers?" Callista laughed, flopping onto my bed dramatically. "Seraphina, these are imported cornflowers. Do you know how much they cost? And look at the arrangement—it's from Moonlight Florals, the most exclusive florist in town. Someone must have spent a fortune on this." I felt the heat rise to my neck. "It could have been anyone."