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" While Lea and I both read the book, my eyes landed on the flower near a window. The beautiful white petals are so soothing to look at. It seems to look like a Gardenia flower. "What are you looking at?" Lea asked while she tapped my shoulder. "Oh, the flower seems to get my attention" "Where?" She asked. I pointed at the flower near the window. She ran towards it while leaving the book behind, "It's a Gardenia isn't it?" I asked. She nodded and replied, "Yes. It is a Gardenia flower." The sun rays fell from the flower as the petals bloomed more... "What does It mean?" I questioned.

“But, what is the title of the novel you read, Your Highness? I want to read it too. It seems like a good plot novel worth of your time reading it, Your Highness.” “Ah, the novel hasn't been published yet. The author is a friend who wanted me to read it first. Maybe a year or two before it will be published.” says Fuschia, not entirely lying, but still it’s a lie. *** Karrg-Karrg! The crow shouted something from the sky, its sound like a warning. I paused for a moment. My fingers comb the flowers in the garden. Sometimes hit by the thorns. Every now and then the wind will blow briefly. Quite brief but still bringing coldness. As if washing away my burning heart.

She inhaled deeply. “Wait,” she whispered. “What?” he asked. “How do you know about the flower you just prepared? You’re not from us. You are Inhumane.” Peirce ignored her question. “Just drink.” He poured it all in her mouth, watching as she swallowed it. “There you go.” She coughed. Peirce patted her back as she leaned over. “I stole the book about the flowers from my grandma,” he confessed. Sniffia wiped her mouth. “And you said you are unlucky,”

Ignoring the whispers, he scooped plain water from the stream into his hands and poured it over the flower, startling the villagers who saw this as defiance of tradition. Yet, as he watered in droplets, the flower trembled and radiated a golden glow, and the first petal unfolded. “It’s blooming!” Someone cried. The flower blossomed; its golden petals unfolded one by one. Tiny buds sprouted across the grass, blossoming in harmony, their sweet pollen perfuming the air. The flower’s golden aura shimmered; its sharp, intricate petals too numerous for Sarang to count amid the excitement. At its heart, a soft light began to dissipate, revealing a small, precious stone nestled within.

As she leaves, I can’t help but wonder what she just called me… or us ❀❀❀❀❀ Hi, my lovess♡ Nā Pua in the context that Mrs Lana said it, means “My flowers” She basically said “Goodnight, my flowers” Hope I got that right… And you can motivate me by going on the information part of this book and dropping a review/ your thoughts of the story there. It will help this book do so much better, and I'll be motivated to write so much more. Who knows, you just might get a mass release of chapters from me if I feel motivated enough🥺

She began reading a book till she fell asleep. The strong smell of smoke wafted into Sapphire's nose and she coughed. Where was that coming from and why was it insanely hot? Did someone turn off the AC? Suddenly Sapphire jerked from sleep, opened her eyes and her heart nearly stopped. There was fire around her! Her surroundings was on fire! She coughed violently and tried to cover her nose from the poisonous smoke. The fire was still at the door but it was spreading faster than a flood! She rushed to the window and tried to open it but it wouldn't open. She slammed on the window furiously but it wouldn't open. She coughed furiously gasping for breath.

It's all-natural and soft, from the silk scarf around the neck to the small hat on the head, which is made of fresh flowers. Flowers on the grass are not as many as those on Miren, she transforms herself into a spring flower fairy, loves small flowers, ready to put them in her lap and cuddle. Dylan was sitting across the table from Miren, reading a book. Although he is dressed in a very simple manner, his calm demeanor cannot conceal the noble aura that he exudes. The girl on the other side of him slowly opened her eyes, her eyes filled with sweetness and love as she looked at him. She reached out, grabbed a tangerine, and handed it to him with a smile on her face.

Assurance that she is always at her side and comfort that she never receives from her family. FLORA is in the library of the mansion. Her Nanny left her there to get a refreshment for her while reading children 's books together. Flora was just obediently waiting for her Nanny when she saw a familiar face between the shelves of the big library. Flora got off from her seat as she started to go where she saw the familiar person. She walked between the shelves as she slowly peaked between the books. Her eyes widened when she saw Giselle reading a book between the shelves. She watched Giselle reading and the more she watched her the more she fell in her beauty. She feels like she saw a fairy in

The snow fell softly, melting as soon as it touched the gold flowers' light. The story was not over. The story was just beginning. End of Chapter 115

“It’s not like that.” “Not like that?” Rhys hissed under his breath, eyes flashing. “Do you have any idea how dangerous this place is? One mistake—” “Rhys.” I stepped closer, lowering my voice. “Please. I’ll explain later. But right now, I need to take the flower.” Rhys blinked. “The—what?” “The flower,” I said quietly. “The one from my mother’s book. She wrote that it only grows near the border.” Rhys blinked. “Your mother wrote about it?”