Innocent Flower Novels & Stories

“I didn’t tear the doll apart, Alpha, but I did notice some strange red flowers inside the box. They had a terrible smell.” “Flowers?” I repeated, my brows drawing together. “Describe them.” “They were small, rare, red with yellow stamens. It looks like a sculpted flower,” she said, scratching her head. “I had never seen anything like them before. I meant to ask about them but forgot later.” Sculpted flower but natural. Middlemist Red Camellia. It had to be. The rarest flower in the territory. I pulled out my phone, searched for a picture, and held it up to her. “Did they look like this?”

However, she did not take the medicine as she was instructed and ended up giving birth to the child. Five years later, she intentionally went to Cadell Corporation for an interview and manufactured a "coincidental" meeting with Lucas. Cassiopeia was born rich. She was familiar with the likes of Freya and saw through her in an instant. Freya seemed to do a double take. Then, she suddenly got up and expressed in a way that suggested she felt humiliated. "Mrs. Cadell, please don’t look down on me just because you’re richer than me. The only reason I kept Liam was because I couldn’t bear aborting him! It was just a coincidence that Mr. Cadell recognized Liam!"

a girl asks curiously. “Uh...never mind. What’s my task?” I ask, eager to change the subject. They explain my responsibilities, and I get to work. Pruning, watering, and arranging the flowers is surprisingly enjoyable. There’s no pressure, and everyone is friendly. After finishing my tasks, I finally allow myself to lie on the soft grass. The gentle breeze and floral scents lull me into a peaceful sleep. ○○ I wake up to the sound of loud voices around me. Blinking, I open my eyes slightly—only to find myself in the garden, the prince's guard glaring at me.

the boy murmured sleepily. Then, to Dixal’s utter astonishment, De Ocampo exclaimed, “That kid knows how to read minds!” Dixal blinked, startled, and snatched the bond paper from his hand. “Look at it,” the tycoon said with a grin. It was a sketch of a tall building shaped like overlapping petals—a flower blooming toward the sky. “You can name it Flower of Love Hotel,” the boy said softly, his arms wrapping around his father’s neck before drifting off to sleep.

Twenty-Nine: Scars and Silence Zacian POV I woke up to the sound of silence. It wasn't the silence of an empty house, which I was used to. It was the silence of a held breath. The penthouse felt different. Smaller. Clogged with the scent of vanilla and something soft, like wildflowers, that was definitely her.

But it wasn't his presence that made my breath catch completely. In his large, calloused hand, he was holding a single, beautiful flower. Its petals were a deep, vibrant crimson, glowing vividly against the gray stone of the palace. It was a frost-bloom, a rare and delicate flower that only grew on the highest, most dangerous peaks along the northern boundary line. Cassian stepped away from the wall, his dark eyes locking onto mine as he closed the distance between us. He held the crimson flower out to me, a small, uncharacteristic softness touching his lips.

I had asked, pointing at the beautiful flower, which seemed to stand taller than the rest. “That sweetheart is a white calla lily. It is one of my favorites and it would be the flower I would choose if there was a flower that would represent you. It means purity and innocence. In many cultures though, it is similar to the daisy as it also means a new beginning.” Without me asking, she plucked it from her garden and tucked it behind my ear. Reaching up I touched it and felt the soft petals. My mother then picked another flower and handed it to me.

Only after Darren showed up again did she restart designing her flower house. With the Moon Goddess’s relic, the hidden truth of the Green Lake, and the unexpected “visit” from Adam, her dream had to be put off again, but that wouldn’t stop her from appreciating those beautiful flowers. “You have an amazing … garden!” She exclaimed, hesitating about calling it a “garden”. Adam curled up his lips. She just had this special gift of being happy and having others happy with her. “It’s Harrison’s flower field,” he said, “He is very good at gardening. I guess he is selling them for some extra money.”

While running, I look up at the lobby and. "Again, easy, lovely." My body landed on a hard surface. “Sorry.” It's Brooks, not something else. A fresh bloom has a clean scent. wonderful as usual. Although we both fell, my body hit him first. "Not me." "But I'm." When I turned to glance back, a hand came to assist, and Ronald's eyes caught mine. My gosh! No, thank you. "Yes, Miss Rose, I believe you should act responsibly around guys. You'll have to abandon your plans.” What?

Glad that she didn't take much time to reveal what she meant. "It's the 'delight flower' plant. It spreads the aroma of its own as long as it's a small plant but the moment it starts to grow old the same plant of the beautiful flower becomes poisonous." That was an untold fact, I wasn't mindful of. "As long as it's a baby, it's fine, but the moment it grows it holds the capacity to kill." "That's sad..." I mumbled, feeling hurt over the fate of the mesmerizing flower. "I know."