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They've stepped a bit further away from me, and I find myself staring at a rare purple flower with attractive seed pods. Mr. Reid, misunderstanding my rapt attention on the flower as interest, steps forward. "Rhodochiton! It's one of my favorites to grow in the greenhouse. It's a unique and beautiful flowering vine," he says, smiling at me. I clear my throat and offer a small smile. Mr. Reid takes my smile as encouragement and continues to share information about the flower. "I've always been fascinated by its climbing habit," he explains, launching into a detailed description of the plant's characteristics.

I breathe, carefully taking them with both hands. His smile is soft, proud. “I hoped you’d like them. I grow them in the greenhouses the witches maintain. They're called hellebores. That one’s Fire and Ice, and the other’s Onyx Odyssey. I figured you’d want something different—something no other guy’s ever given you.” I grab a vase from the cabinet, fill it with water, and place the flowers inside. Then I turn, walk up to him, cup his face in both hands—and kiss the hell out of him.

The mounds of goods loomed in the gloom like icebergs to the north. They continued through the room and up again to a higher floor. Rain thought they were already on the roof of the building. Ben opened the door of what appeared to be a greenhouse. The smell immediately ambushed them gently. There was a rich, dark smell of earth and a more robust, lingering smell of night flowers, such as trumpet moonflower, white angel flower, and four o'clock flower. Rain saw even more flowers she didn't recognize. They entered a glass house surrounded by glass walls. Rain could see the glow of Westlake Lake burning like frozen pearls. The decorative lights installed around the lake make the place beautifu

Somehow, my inability to see made the pain and pleasure both immeasurable. "Now, shall we go over all the rules you have broken today, my precious flower?" he whispered in my ear, his breath hot and heavy. The words sounded rather vile and somehow made me want to push him off of me. But, I held still wanting to see just what exactly is this shit. Before, I could have comprehended anything another smack landed on my clothed ass, through the thin material of the electric black-blue gown. "Words, flower." This guy, I swear.

Then , lady June smiled and welcomed me to their garden. Their garden was full of sunflowers , it's like a field in the villages with dragonflies surrounding it . Their mansion was surrounded by Boston ivy ( a shrub plant) . It's marvelous . I love this cool atmosphere. Then , I saw a angel , that's ORKHIS ANEMONE , the villainess, she has a long , shiny , silky Black hair with her purple eyes sparkles whenever She's excited . her pink lips are fluffy , if I were a male lead , I'll be her slave .

" Louis patted Adrian's shoulder, made the final step towards our house… And pushed the door open. An overwhelming stench of blood came rushing out, filling the air. Sprays of crimson stained the walls, and chaotic claw marks littered the floor. Every single detail seemed to tell a story of the agonizing and horrific slaughter that had taken place in this very house. "Rena!"

As Cheney was saying so, the employees of the auction hall came in with the Vitalis and Iron Blossom, and believing that ignorance is bliss, they hurriedly put the items down and immediately exited the room with their heads down. Seeing the Vitalis that she was now very familiar with, Hesper’s eyes squinted as she gave off a smile, she then shifted her gaze onto the withered flowers laying right beside the Vitalis plant. What Cheney said was right, the flower sitting right in front of Hesper’s eyes was so dry that she could not even predict its original appearance, even if Hesper wanted to take a closer look at it, she could not even tell what the clump dark brown matter in front of her was.

I just opened the book and started reading. I saw the blood orchid on the first page. It turns out to be one of the rare flowers, but I don't agree on just calling it rare. The ability of the flower that will make any animal big whenever it was eaten—rareness is an understatement. This is more like a forbidden flower. I saw many flowers there that I have never seen in my whole life. There is a flower that is intoxicating, there is a flower that increases libido...or they call it an aphrodisiac. There is a flower that eats people.

"Wow!” Flora Amor gasped the moment she stepped inside the old house, her eyes widened at the sight of the tiled floor. Her parted lips turned to Dixal. He burst into laughter, mischievously pinching her nose. “You like it?” His grin stretched from ear to ear. She nodded, speechless at the wonder filling her eyes. The house was small, yes—but complete. Her gaze swept across the room. From the door, the modestly sized living area welcomed her. A long sofa stood opposite an oval fiberglass center table, where a vase of roses in mixed colors bloomed brightly.

But there is a voice at the back of my mind telling me he'd fail, that I will leave the rest of my life here, and he'd probably marry Avanka fucking Granger, who's had her eye on him since we were in high school. ... Flora came to my room the following morning to give me a tour of her greenhouse. It was unlike anything I’d ever seen. Sunlight poured through the arched glass ceiling, and the scent of flowers wrapped around us. Rows upon rows of flowers stretched in every direction. “You planted all these?” I asked in amazement, and Flora smiled proudly. “Mama and I did. We were always bringing home new flowers.” She gently brushed her fingertips over a blooming white rose.