Innocent Flower Novels & Stories

"Yea? It's a lily? What about it?" My answer made him snicker as he turned his head in my direction. "It's not a lily. It's called Elnea. It's a flower tended to by the flora fairies that used to follow Eleanor's orders. The sword was what Eleanor knew how to use the best. Eleanor smells like Elnea." So, the flowery scent I smell on Eleanor is Elnea? "So, it has nothing to do with your glory?"

“It’s obviously either red or yellow, I don’t know of any grey muted colored flowers, the center even looks black.” I plant my butt on the grass next to him, “this is Crimson Beebalm,” I touch the petals, “this one is bright red but they can be a lot darker than this. Red is,” I take a second to think as his smile makes my brain short circuit, “hot, intense, and even dangerous. But this flower is all talk and no show. It’s edible and used for medicine,” I tell him as I begin to pluck some of the flowers out of the earth. “I’ve never had a color described to me,” he admits with a smile of appreciation on his face.

Zayn called her making her come out of her thoughts. "Tell me which one is Blue devine flower and which one is purple devine flower." Zayn out two similar looking flowers in front of Giselle while Giselle blinked. "Three petals, smells fruity with a purple dot in middle. This one is purple devine flower." "You remembered it well." Zayn nodded as he praised her while Giselle chuckled. "It can act as a strong drip on immortals." She added again as this flower was forbidden for immortals. It can awake deepest desires and make the victim vulnerable to anything. It has the same effect as Rohypnol.

I wasn't about to wreck a home. "So dumb." I wipe my eyes on my knees, but the tears don't stop. I look up and can see people making their way through the trees towards me. I sniff and rest my chin on my hands. My eyes trail down, and through my blurry vision, I can see dozens and dozens of flowers blooming around me. I furrow my brow, wiping at my eyes again and moving to sit on my knees and crouch over the flowers. I hadn't wiped my hands on the ground, but they were still blooming. Pink ones, purple, white. Still smaller than a quarter, but slightly bigger than the last ones I made bloom. And there were a lot more of these too. They continued to appear around where I sat as I watched.

She blinked for a few seconds and watched the beautiful scene before letting her fingers do the magic. Liliana was extremely a clean artist, she was great at mixing colors and bringing life to her art almost making them realistic. The picture captured all the important details like the few small butterflies swirling around the flowers looking like bugs from a far, her smile widened when she watched the seated old couple leaning into each other's arms, she placed her head on his shoulder while he held her body near his chest watching the silent row of colorful flowers.

Alethra laughed and said, well, I had to find away to hide what I was doing. There are four different types of flowers here, the first three are Lavender, Jasmine and Rosemary. As you know, are the main ingredients in making the scent masking spray that our warrior's use, when they are out to gather information. The last one is called MoonFlower, this flower only blooms at night. It is a really pretty white flower that shimmer like moon rays, even through it is really pretty, this flower has a secret. Every part of it is poisonous, even the roots. I said. Both Elzie and Amelia looked shocked at this piece of information.

The bungalow-style home blended stone and rich hardwood, surrounded by perfectly manicured gardens bursting with roses of every color imaginable. For a moment she forgot her fear. Forgot her tears. Forgot the ache in her chest. She wandered toward the flowers. Their beauty offered a brief escape from reality. "You didn't come here to stare at flowers." Leaf's voice exploded behind her. Sahara nearly jumped out of her skin. Her heart hammered. "P-Please don't yell." Instead of softening, his expression darkened. "Get inside." His voice was cold. "And cook. I'm starving." The order stung. Not because of the words. But because of how easily he said them. As if she were staff. Not his wife.

He asked, still unsure about her behaviour, while caressing her lips. She shuddered. "I don’t know why you ask me the same question... And what does it mean to be innocent...?" She tilted her head like an innocent child, giving him no room to doubt further. He took a step back, handling her scarf while wrapping it around her neck. He saw the marks of passion or a cruel act he didn’t know about. Maybe last night he did. She was saying the truth. "Wear some other full-sleeve and full-neck dresses."

" And his yellow eyes glinted with the fires that no longer safely banked. On that Tuesday afternoon,. which was the was fifth day of her captivity, a florist delivered a stunning bouquet of pink carnations and baby's breath. Luke took it at the door and when it was closed he turned to her with mass of flowers hiding the upper half of his body and said, This is for you. I know the apartment is gloomy for you, with all this rain. For me, you are the bouquet, So this is for you. Pink and lacy, a lady." Having worked for a florist, Georgia knew how Much he'd spent on the flowers and she was shocked by such a squandering of money. Men tended to be elaborate when all they needed was a token. Thre

Meher said excitedly looking at the vast rose garden. Well, Sehreyar has brought her to a rose garden to make her happy. He wants to apologise for his behaviour with Meher. He knows that Meher loves flowers too much. That's why he decided to bring her here. He didn't bring Mehrab here as he wants some time alone with Meher. " Did you like it?" Sehreyar asked Meher curiously. Meher said with excitement touching the flowers," I love it." Meher is still looking at the vast rose garden when she felt that someone has kneeled in front if her. She looked at the person and found that it's none other than Sehreyar.