Library Flower Mound Novels & Stories

“You have a point Jones so what does a white rose signify?“ “I don't know but we're definitely going to find out.“ “Almond city is becoming unsafe for the rich, expect mass relocation anytime from now, no one wants to stay in an insecure city especially when you have a fat bank account.“ Maria said. “True but are there any houses or places with white rose flowers in it probably as ornamental crops or something related?“ “I don't know Jones, I haven't seen one before. It's a beautiful flower anyway maybe I'll grow them someday.“ she said. “I haven't too. Infact, I didn't even know they existed, I only know of red roses. Call David, ask him to check Almond city's digital map for popular garden

He's pouting. I walked towards the mansion , it was extravagant and detailed floral prints are painted in purple and gold colour . Even though , it's not like our mansion . It's extravagant for me . Then , we went towards the garden . The garden is filled with flowers of anemone ; it has many shades of flowers. It's pleasing to the eyes. There was a pergola , which was vertical pillars on the sideways are covered with wild vines . At the end of pergola , there was gazebo , a shadowed place which was built for tea session . June is already here in the gazebo .

A single Forget-me-not frozen in time and space. "I have to wait until it's warm again to plant the seeds of the flower in the garden, but I bought a small bouquet of it. They're very pretty." Ryder was blushing even more than the time she threw the small plush cat in Midnight's hands. She didn't know why, but for some reason in her heart the desire to give Midnight this flower increased the more she thought about it. From the moment she found out what flower the Myosotis was, that flower and Midnight were all she could think about. She really, really, really wanted to gift it to this friend of hers who still was a stranger.

The man who gave me that flower had tried to bury me. I threw back the duvet and marched to the balcony that overlooked the grand foyer of the mansion. I stopped dead. The foyer was gone. In its place was a white nightmare. Thousands of rare Himalayan lilies, the kind that only grow at high altitudes, the kind that cost a fortune to transport were packed into every square inch of the marble entrance. They were in crystal vases, draped over the banisters, and piled in sprawling, extravagant heaps. It was a sea of white, so bright it was blinding under the morning sun.

She walked to a store to get water. "Ma'am, give me a bottle of water. Here's your money." Ariande handed the money over to the lady. The storekeeper went in to get the bottled water. "Thanks." Ariande appreciated and left the store. Ariande saw a mansion. The mansion was fabulous. Its exterior design was splendid. Soon, her eyes darted towards a bill board. It reads: A maid is urgently needed. Apply in person. Ariande immediately knocked on the huge gate. A man in his middle forties opened the gate.

So she needs to think of another way how she can get rid of that woman. Roda was about to follow her cousin and Tom when the casket's cover suddenly opened. Her eyes widen when she saw a vampire rising from inside the casket. Who would think that what her cousin leaned on earlier was a casket and worst a vampire is lying inside? Although the vampire is very good-looking because being handsome or beautiful is one of their characteristics he is still a vampire who mercilessly kills and drinks human blood to fulfill their thirst. Roda's body began trembling in fear. She wants to run but it seems her feet was glued to the floor. All she could do is to stare at the vampire who slowly opened his e

The flower looked perfectly fresh and alive, as if it had just been plucked from the earth a second ago. Vivian’s breath hitched in her throat. Her blue doe eyes went wide with absolute shock. She covered her mouth with both of her hands, staring at the glowing flower. "A Moon Whisper flower..." she whispered, her voice shaking slightly with emotion. "Jacob... how? These flowers only grow on the highest, most dangerous peaks of the northern mountains. They die within an hour if they are not kept in special magic soil."

“Ms. Jensen, your partner and the kids are amazing. You’re really lucky. “Your arm would have been fine with just some ointment. But they insisted you stay in the hospital and took care of you the whole time.” Moon smiled. Pride shone in her eyes. Julian walked in with the two boys. He handed her the bouquet he was holding, and a warm smile spread across his face. “Your discharge papers are ready. The boys picked these flowers this morning. Congratulations on getting out of the hospital!” Zayden and Yannick leaned in on either side. “Ms. Jensen, look! There are still dewdrops on the flowers!” “Ms. Jensen, these flowers are as pretty as you!”

Lifting my skirt, I squatted in the soft pine straw, relieved when the pressure eased. When I finished, I stood and adjusted my clothing—but something caught my eye a few feet ahead. A flash of blue. I stepped closer. Nestled between two mossy rocks was a single delicate bloom—tiny, five-petaled, and glowing faintly in the filtered light. “Frostmire,” I whispered. Rare. Powerful. Only bloomed where magic pooled deep beneath the soil. I’d seen it in one of June’s books, but never in real life.

Isadora folded the gloves and handed them to Amelia. “Put them on,” she said quietly. Amelia obeyed. Her hands were shaking now. They resumed walking. Isadora felt something shift inside her chest. Anger stayed controlled. Fear sharpened into clarity. This was planned. They reached the smaller fountain near the tree line. The water surface rippled gently in the breeze. Floating at the center was a single white flower. Fresh. Unbroken. Isadora recognized it immediately. It grew only near the eastern cliff. The dead end.