Kambili Purple Hibiscus Novels & Stories

After wrapping his hand with handkerchief, he took out a yellow coloured flower which was blotted by purple imprints which looked like as if web of blue veins are running through it.  (Scientific name: Hyoscyamus niger common name. : henbane) Everyone's curiosity was on fire after seeing a, plant in Stephano's hand. Luca came forward in order to touch the shrinked leaves of the plant(since it was plucked previous day therefore it leaves were bit shrinked) but Stephano jerked his hands away and shouted, "Are you fool? This is a poisonous plant or else I wouldn't have used handkerchief to pick it. It can cause rashes on skin.

If her family has a museum, why isn't her mother buried there beside him? He had so many questions in his head, but he did not ask anything. He is respecting Infinity's silence. Like him, she was just looking inside the museum. The silence in the cemetery might feel eerie, but oftentimes it's calming. And amidst the silence, Infinity decided to drop a bomb. "We are his second family." (1) Gumamela - also known as Hibiscus is a genus of flowering plants in the mallow family, Malvaceae. (Wiki)

Jai immediately told him, and Yuta nodded. “I won’t. I’m just taking a look at it.” Yuta said, examining the wound again. He noticed a very faint purple lining around the wound. “It’s close to lilac. Is it diluted or is it the thick one? The Violet Lily? Or is it Gun Petal?” He muttered to himself. “But isn’t Gun Petals pink, brother?” Ruta asked in confusion. “Yes. But the center part of it is thick purple pink. If we squeeze that out, we’ll get a substance that’s purple pink in color. But looking at this lilac color… I don’t think it’s Gun Petals now…” Yuta said.

His eyes widened when he realized what that could mean but he still wasn’t sure because as the description went, it could be used for anything. He wanted to do a little more research. He opened the pictures of the plant. It was a very beautiful purplish-blue flower plant. He wasn’t satisfied so he searched for its uses.

Some floral scents were around more and were easy to pick out, but Hibiscus? "Hibiscus doesn’t really smell unless you brew it," she started, "but that's what it smelt like, if you’ve ever had it, you know it. It’s like light florals and some kind of cranberry or pomegranate scent.” My expression must have given something away when the realization hit me because she looked like she was waiting for me to tell her what I was thinking.

The balcony is made from plants mostly, and some purple and blue flowers. Wisteria, bellflower, foxglove, lavender, purplish blue veronica, freesia, blue-tinted statice, and cornflowers. They are beautiful, so eternal but if you look closely you see they aren't full of life. There's something strange in those color shades. Like they are out of the world. So dark and so full of... I don't recognize this thing. Maybe, I'm just delusional. Yes, I might be, being here in this 'too much too purple' world where I feel all kinds of foreign emotions and all kinds of shades of blue and violet.

Gardenias were one of the most common flowers in Prenia, and one of the flowering plants my parents had brought with them to their estate here. Joseph watched me scurry between the flower pots with a grin on his face. “I had them ordered specially. They’re usually white or cream, but I had found a grower who was able to produce a much larger variety, as you can see.” I pulled a deep purple one from the wall, which had a deeply floral, earthy scent. My mind was washed over with memories of my childhood, playing in the gardens and picking flowers at the edge of the woods in Prenia.

Her fingers brushed delicately against soft petals as she passed. Alpha Villion watched her more than he watched the garden. A faint smile curved along his lips. “Of course it was me, my love…” Alpha Villion replied. “I gathered those from the distant mountains. It wasn’t easy to find flowers that bloom in your favorite color.” As he spoke, his eyes never strayed from Lila. She stood a few steps away from him in the middle of the garden, delicately cradling a purple blossom between her slender fingers. The flower’s petals were a deep, velvety violet, their edges kissed faintly with frost.

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

Thus, Javier went out to admire the flowers rather than listen to two old men reminiscing about their past. ‘The flowers that Zeke has planted here are pretty decent, plus they’re from outstanding species. ‘He’s got a pure-bred Pygmy water-lily here, which is supposed to be a delicate flower in a certain country that can only be bought there. ‘This plant’s flowers will only bloom for seven days. The outer petals will be purple, while the middle is filled with lots of gold stamens. There’s a budding stamen inside that will only bloom for a moment before it wilts.