Innocent Flower Novels & Stories

Don't touch anything meant don't open doors, don't lift lids, don't pull files, don't leave fingerprints on surfaces that someone clever would trace back to a Silver Dawn field investigator who was absolutely not authorized to be inside the Supreme Alpha's compound walls. I had given myself this rule specifically because I knew myself. Four years of fieldwork and eight clean assignments had not made me less curious. If anything they had made me more precise about my curiosity, which was a different problem. Precise curiosity found better justifications. Don't touch anything. No exceptions. No creative reasoning. I touched the loose board on the eastern outbuilding at eleven forty-three in th

“It’s not simple. The only known counter to this type of poison is the purple Floricent flower. When ground into a paste and applied directly to the wound, it can neutralize the poison and promote healing.” “Purple Floricent flower?” I repeated, racking my brain. “Where can I find it?” “That’s the problem,” the doctor admitted. “It’s extremely rare. It only grows in specific climates and under certain conditions. Finding one in time…” He trailed off, not needing to finish the thought. My mind raced. A purple Floricent flower. I’d seen one before—I was sure of it. But where? Then it hit me like a thunderbolt. Henry’s garden.

I held a white rose in my hand so tightly that the throns pierced my palm. when the priest asked if anyone wanted to say something, I stepped forward. Noelle didn't. I said what I could. she said nothing. That night, I knocked on her door. it was slightly open. I saw her at the window, looking out into the garden where Mom used to plant sunflowers. "I miss her," I whispered. "Noelle?" "I'm training tomorrow," she said. Her tone was flat. Mechanical. I took a step back. "she's dead, Nico. Get over it."

My hand moved very carefully, as if I were touching the most fragile glass in the world. I pulled out a small, round wooden box. "I have something for you," I said, my voice dropping into a soft, serious whisper. Vivian turned around to face me, her eyes full of curiosity. "What is it?" I slowly opened the wooden lid. Inside the box, sitting on a bed of soft green moss, was a perfectly bloomed Moon Whisper flower. It was a beautiful, rare flower. Its petals were as white as pure snow, and they shone with a faint, magical silver light that looked exactly like the moon. The flower looked perfectly fresh and alive, as if it had just been plucked from the earth a second ago.

"Here, take my hand. Even if you fall, I'll be there to help you stand back up again" His Flower's Point Of View The thick stench of blood was strong in the smoke filled air. My nose wrinkled as I inhaled the scent. My instincts had me gagging, maybe too loudly. Another scream echoed from not too far away and I squeezed my eyes shot, willing the horrifying sound of pain to disappear. A small sound of desperation escaped my parted lips and I froze in my position. That was loud. More loud than I thought it would be.

Authors pov A handsome guy (Felix Johnson- male protagonist) is in hurry to attend the important meeting, his driver is driving the car but suddenly he put a break making him a jerk. "What happened?" "Boss..." Before he completes his sentence, the handsome boss heard a sweet voice apologising to him. Without his will, he saw the owner of that voice and got awestruck seeing a gorgeous beauty. "Sorry sir, this little girl unknowingly came in between so..." A girl who stopped the car says.

I lifted my hand to scratch the back of my neck, but she spoke sharply, stopping me in my tracks. “Hands down! A Consort must always be the picture of elegance and restraint.” Her voice rang with both authority and disdain. I nodded silently, not wanting to say the wrong thing. I turned back to look at the flowers, but she spoke again. “This is the Nolorith flower. It is a plant of both poison and medicine. It is dangerous to handle it carelessly,” she remarked, while stroking the stem of the branch closest to us. “Nearly all the plants in this courtyard possess poisonous properties.”

But if this is the only way to end everything once and for all, then Brett and Adam are ready to risk their lives. However, the pinwheel didn't go the direction they expected; because what happened next has surprised Vincent’s visitors. "Yeah. I started to have interest in gardening," Vincent responded to Chocolate’s supposedly bait. "Oh really?" Chocolate acted. "Then, what is that flower's name?" She pointed the six petals white flowers. Brett then watched how Vincent switched his eyes towards that plant. "Konki flower," Vincent shared. He crossed his arms and leaned on his chair while staring at the so-said flower.

He said and she smiled, she walked to the shelf and a few minutes later she came back with a bouquet of mixed flowers. “Here, take it.” She said and stretched it to him, he slowly took it and stared at it. “Why different flowers?” He asked. “You said she is innocent, kind, playful and unique right?” She asked and Alex nodded in response. “The lilies represent her innocence, the baby breath represents her kindness, the white roses represent her being playful.” She explained and Alex stared at the flowers and his eyes started to get watery again. “Thank you, how much is it?” He asked as he brought out some cash from his pants pocket.

The intoxicating fragrance seems to be emanated from the garden of flowers "Shook! Quick! Close your eyes! Don't look at the flowers, Run!!!" Audrey was reminded about a specific mystical plant described in their Plant Mysticism book. The description in the book, fits perfectly on what they are experiencing right now, The DEVIL SMILE FLOWER! It was actually a scary existence. It doesn't look harmful, but behind its harmless appearance hides its terrifying ability. The Devil Smile Flower is always in its bud form all year round. It will only bloom once it senses the presence of breath. Upon blooming, it will release a sweet scent but the most crucial detail is that, whoever saw the flower b