Hutao Flowers Novels & Stories

(Katriona) “WE were told that you get cold easily, that's why we specially prepared this cloak for you. Here. Put this on, city girl.” I clenched my hands when the women tossed the silver cloak on the ground. It reeked of ‘Sariah’, a beautiful white and blue flower with its thirteen leaves. It was as big as a fist. It used to be my favorite flower until I got a hold of it and fell ill. Now, I could only admire it from afar but I would never dare touch it again.

"What kind of flower is this? I don't think I've ever seen it before..." Hearing this, Hesper was a little surprised, but she explained with a smile, "These are Campanulas, also known as bellflowers or balloon flowers back in Halwanest. They’re also known as oriental Eustomas, which is the name of our studio, but they belong to a completely different order and genus. It’s used as a kind of traditional Halwanese medicine, and it also symbolizes eternal love; it’s just that it has a slightly sadder floriography in comparison.”

The sight of their smiling faces uplifted the spirits of the crowd, a beacon of hope in troubled times. In a display of affection and admiration, some citizens reached into their pouches and pulled out delicate strings of oxyplant flowers. These flowers, grown in the airgardens, held a special significance in Tritanian culture. With a flick of their fins, the citizens gracefully tossed the flowers into the open windows of the carriage, the pearls delicately attached adding weight and allowing the blossoms to gently float inside. The carriage was soon adorned with a colorful array of oxyplant flowers, their petals reflecting the soft glow of the morning Tritainian skies. The fragrance of the

“I’m so sorry if I disturbed you while you’re having breakfast.” I shake my head sideways, “It’s fine. Um, what did you want to talk to me about?” “Oh.” He chimes as I hear something rustling. “Before anything else, I brought you your favourite flowers.” A smile creeps on my face, “You know my favourite flowers?” “Daffodils.” He answered. My brows creasing as I begin to realize that mom kept telling me about daffodils delivered to me every single day since I woke up from my coma. “You were the ones who gave me those flowers since I woke up from my coma?” I couldn’t help but ask.

A flower shop owner who's never been on television like me had a fan? "Wow, Heather! Seriously, someone sent all these flowers for you?" asked Faye incredulously. "That's what they say," I muttered. I started looking for a card among the dozens of purple hyacinths and white tulips. They wouldn't tell me the name of the person who sent these flowers, so I had to find out for myself. Damn. There were no greeting cards anywhere. "Purple hyacinths symbolize regret and sorrow, while white tulips express respect, forgiveness, and purity." Faye rubbed her chin. "Is it possible that this person wants to express his apology to you?"

Why would she give Tora that herb? "Of course, I already filled all the lamps in the house with oils made from Lune Leaves. It will become a lethal poison to the person who's holding the Purple Flower. That is why we need a host so that we won't be needing to touch the flower. The youngest would be a perfect bait for the plan since she trusts you so much," the man explained with a menacing tone.

Then he moved his fingers and showed a bunch of colorful flowers like magic. "Junior Sister, this is for you." Li Muxue was surprised and received his flowers. She said unconsciously, "How beautiful the flowers are! Did they come from your magic?" Mu Shaoai smiled slightly and replied, "This kind of flower named the Charming Beauty and only one color of the flower blooms each hour. If you want to gather all twelve colors, you should wait for twelve hours." What he meant by that was that he spent the whole night collecting the flowers.

“I was hoping to see your tulips today. I’ve been reading about them recently, and I thought I might get your thoughts on them.” Sophia’s heart fluttered at the sight of her, always feeling at ease around Helena. She set the bouquet aside, her focus shifting to Helena as she leaned in to hear her talk. "Tulips are such a beautiful flower," she began, guiding Helena to the section where the most vivid tulips stood. "They represent a variety of meanings, depending on their color. Red tulips signify love, while purple ones are for royalty and admiration. The yellow ones symbolize happiness and cheer."

“Oh, you're are only familiar with the red ones. Well, all I can say about the white rose is, it's beautiful, extremely rare, and expensive. One of a kind, if I may say. There are only few florists who can confidently tell you they have a white rose in their garden. I was only lucky to get them when a supplier called me and told me he was willing to sell at an outrageously high price and also the white rose signifies chastity, beauty, royalty, and purity. In the ancient times, royalties give it to women they intend to court or have picked some form marital interest in, especially when she's a virgin.“ “Thank you for your time.” They said as they exited the place.

And in that moment, as the bathroom door clicked shut behind them, they surrendered to the unknown, ready to explore the depths of their connection and discover the truths that lay hidden within. Liam's heart raced with anticipation as he held the flower bouquet in his hands. The delicate petals of the roses intertwined with the vibrant colors of daisies and lilies, creating a captivating sight. He had carefully chosen each bloom, ensuring that they conveyed his feelings for her. With a deep breath, Liam approached her, who was standing near the dresser, gently toweling her damp hair.