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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?

They sneaked around, looking for where Lucas might have put Lindsay's diary. "Rain, sshhh... Rain," Flower whispered after a few minutes of searching. "Look at this!" Flower found Lucas' study, but there were so many books that Flower didn't know where to start. "There are so many books," Flower complained. "Has he even read these books?" Rain laughed. "Never mind, let's look for them one by one. You start from that row and I will look for them from here." Flower and Rain started looking, looking from one shelf to another. Not long after, Rain's headset turned on.

No more. ‘This is just the beginning.’ I ignored my other. I chose rather to focus on the open magic book laying idly on the floor. I chose rather to focus on the fact that I could understand the writing on the book explicitly now. I chose rather to focus on the strange flower, lying next to the book, which had turned burnt black.

"Here, take my hand. Even if you fall, I'll be there to help you stand back up again" His Flower's Point Of View The thick stench of blood was strong in the smoke filled air. My nose wrinkled as I inhaled the scent. My instincts had me gagging, maybe too loudly. Another scream echoed from not too far away and I squeezed my eyes shot, willing the horrifying sound of pain to disappear. A small sound of desperation escaped my parted lips and I froze in my position. That was loud. More loud than I thought it would be.

Anita would spend hours browsing the internet until finally, she clicked on a link that changed her life. "mmmm, what is this, on my feed?" Anita mused as she slowed her scrolling to a stop, on the top of her feed there was a novel that was recommended to her by one of her F******k friends. The cover displayed a man and woman that were intimately intertwined, and on the woman's wrist were chains, and in the man's hand, there was a red riding crop. The novel instantly caught Anita's interest, she was not a virgin but she was innocent still in many ways so seeing the cover of this book piqued her interest so she gave it a chance, and this one fateful moment in time ended up opening her eyes to

I walked to it, and opened it, peeling the wrappings off one by one, until the original box came in sight. I saw it, something that I’d never seen and known. Then to the roses on my bed, I touched them, fresh, like they’d just been plucked from the garden, I smiled, butterflies filled my stomach. I took them in my arms, a card was folded inside. I read it as I sniffed them. “ Flowers for my little nun and a little gift to feel your lonely life,” it wasn’t signed but I sure knew that it was his handwriting on the note.

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?"

He isn’t sitting with her coz he wants to but he wants to ask about her best friend. Nick stared at Flora weirdly .”You are not answering me “He said “Uh !, What did u say ?” “I asked what the title of the novel you are reading.it kinda caught my attention. Sorry .., but am a fan of novels “He smiled. “Oh ....” Flora was taken aback. “Erm...It ...The title is Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte ...Here, You can have it “She said giving it to him. He collected it and observed it.

“I want to be yours… freely… willingly… forever yours.” The end. Thank you for reading, if you enjoyed this story I invite you to read another one of my stories: “Between the mobster and the CEO” and “Flowers for Olivia”. You can find them both here at Goodnovel.

It was like death had taken up residence inside her but was too polite to knock. I flipped through the fragile pages, my fingers careful not to tear the brittle edges. Most of the writing was cramped and hurried, like the writer had been racing against time. I almost missed it. In the lower corner of one page was a faded illustration of a five-petaled flower. The petals were long and wispy, curling inward in a spiral, and the ink used was faint, almost as if the flower didn’t want to be noticed.