His Little Flower Novels & Stories

It was a bag of dirt with a flower planted in there. [What is it?! It's beautiful!] I bounced around granny, curious about the flower. I had never seen it before. [This, is called Red Spider Lily,] Granny smiled, putting the bag on the ground for us, [It's Nox's favorite flower. There isn't any around this area, I had to drive into the city to get it.] [You are the best granny!] I rubbed my head against granny happily. I was worried that she might not be comfortable around Nox, but she said Nox's last life had nothing to do with me, and I could feel she really cared about us.

"This is my son, Liam. From today onward, he will be known as Liam Cadell and become one of the…" "Wait, Mr. Cadell!" The driver ran up breathlessly to him and interrupted his speech. He offered him the paper bag urgently. "The madam has prepared this present for you and gave instructions for you to open it in front of the guests." The guests exchanged glances. "Mrs. Cadell sure is benevolent." "I don’t think so. If she were, she would have shown up, wouldn’t she?" ...... The same uneasy feeling rushed at Lucas again with greater intensity this time.

I think this is the most beautiful part I can see, the budding of a flower in the field. "It's beautiful." I said full of admiration, the boy Yanli nodded and gave me the one he had picked. "You can take it with a root and plant it anywhere you want, it grows easily and does not need intense and delicate care so it will not be a hindrance in your daily activities. From now on I will call it little twilight because I don't really know what it's called, it's little and it only blooms in twilight so that's what I think of naming it, what do you think Sister Analisse?" He asked me, I ruffled his hair a little and nodded. "Nice name you came up with." I told him that made him smile big.

It must have hurt a lot and in those moments I would give everything to be me in your place, but like all other things present in my life - I could not change it just by wanting. "Yes, I think she will," I said while holding his pale little hand. He had three flowers there, a wild lily, a dandelion and a camellia. Smile. If he knew what those flowers meant, maybe he wouldn’t have picked them so perfectly. "Should I get others? I think she’d like that little pink flower..." he said as his fingers moved almost nervously. "Loren, she’s gonna love the ones you already picked, don’t you trust Daddy?"

He pulled out my chair, a small gesture that felt more intimate than any royal ceremony. "I have a gift for you," he said, reaching into his pocket. My heart skipped a beat. Was it a jewel? A map? He placed a small, dried flower in my hand. It was a mountain lily, the kind that only grew in the highest, hardest to reach peaks. "I climbed the ridge this morning," he said, looking a bit shy. "I remember you saying once that you missed the gardens in the South. I know it’s not a rose, but..."

She looked up at me with the uncomplicated assessment of a child evaluating a stranger, which was the most honest assessment I received in the course of an average week. Then she held out a flower. Small. Purple. The specific small purple flower that grew in the highland grass in autumn, short-lived and very vivid. She offered it with the unself-conscious generosity of someone who had found something beautiful and wanted to share it without complication. I looked at the flower. I looked at her. I took it. She smiled with the completeness of a small child who has accomplished something and went back to her wandering. I stood on the path for a moment.

the Little boy retorts " What of your dead friend?" "They don't seem to want to come back, I am tired of waiting" the little boy scratches the back of his head "o-okay", the little girl slowly comes down from the swing "since we're friends can I tell you a secret?" the little boy nervously nods yes, she whispers in his ears "my favourite flower is a rose, I love it when I touch the thorns and blood slowly runs down my finger" the little boy couldn't bear it anymore and ran away, the little girl was left all alone again. I giggle "Well she's a creep. but why are you telling me this?"

Stacey replies. "Mia said that she would come later," Jess said, as they walked together. **I hope she doesn't** May thought. "No way!! Guys come to check this out" one of the blonde from another class called and in answer, they went towards her. "Hey girl, what's up," Stacey asked "It's Linda" she replied. "Sorry, Linda! What's up?" Jess corrects herself. "This plant, it's a_ an Asterian flame Lily or blood flower," Linda says as she plucks the red flower with golden yellow pollen buds.

He crouched down and settled her on his knee, let her see the flower. "This is a thistle. One day, you have to be like it. Able to survive anywhere." Luna reached out, grabbing for the flower. Her fingers were too short. She couldn't reach it. He shifted her forward a little. Her fingertip touched a petal. The petal quivered under her touch, its silver-white light flashing in the morning glow. Luna smiled. Her teeth weren't all in yet. When she smiled, her pink gums showed. He gently took her hand.

‘Is this the little cutie from yesterday? “Michael, why are you here?” The little charmer had very long eyelashes and clear blue eyes. His childish face was a little shy as he held out the flowers in his hand. “For you.” Looking at a bouquet of white chrysanthemums, Nicole’s eyelids twitched. She looked at the little boy with surprise. “This flower…” “I carefully selected these for you, Pretty Lady. I think that this flower is beautiful and is especially suitable for you! Pretty girls will surely like it.”