Little Garden Arc Novels & Stories

Shockingly enough after the entire packed church turned their attention to the pair, he was never invited back, and the girl had dragged him out and neither called him nor answered his calls again. "Ah yes are you near the southern wall? Great just wait there a moment then pull inside," Collen walked over to the wall and pressed the seemingly normal Garage door opener. There was just the simple fact, it was by no means an ordinary garage door. The far brick wall began slowly opening to the sides revealing behind it the regular parking garage that lay underneath The Garden for employees and important guests. The familiar Bentley pulled into the Garage. Cody could only look around in awe at a

We laugh like we never stopped being friends. And then, we reach it. The garden axis. Tiny lights hang above like captured stars, strung between rose-covered arches. The scent of lilies and fresh earth fills the air. It’s so beautiful it almost doesn’t feel real. “Is it called a garden because of this?” I ask, spinning slightly to take it all in. No answer. “Ella?” Silence. I turn. She’s gone. “Ella?” My heart skips. “Where the hell did Ella go?”

The School of Light had become a second home to her, its halls filled with the laughter of students and the wisdom of the ancestors. One evening, as the sun set in a blaze of gold and pink, painting the sky in colors that seemed to hold the very essence of hope, Lyra sat in the garden with her granddaughter, a young healer named Aria, named after her great-grandmother. The ancient oak tree stood tall and strong, its branches reaching toward the sky like arms raised in blessing. The air was filled with the scent of roses and lavender, the gentle hum of bees, the distant song of birds. The garden was quiet, the flowers resting, the trees standing in silent witness.

"Thanks, Arcel," I said with a grateful smile as she handed me the iced coffee. She returned the gesture with a small smile of her own before asking if I needed anything else. I shook my head, indicating that I was fine, and watched as she walked away. Alone in the garden, I took a moment to savor the tranquility of the surroundings before deciding to head towards the pool. I knew from past experience that it would likely be deserted at this time of day, providing me with a private sanctuary.

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 .

"OK! I'll be back soon!" Aurora waves her hand before she heads towards the small street in the garden. It's a huge garden and she can't see the boundaries from here. In the depths of the garden, she notices a small way with a gate leading to somewhere that she can't see because of the bush. She walks slowly there, removing the Lilac branches from the gate. As she enters, she feels her body becomes lighter. Before her eyes, a heavenly garden reveals itself. Butterflies to Soft breeze, everything is there with a mystical surrounding.

********* Private Park After their meeting and discussion at the cafe, Kaitlyn had another engagement with Sarah that same day. They had a light lunch before they decided to take a stroll through a private garden nearby, enjoying the warm afternoon sun. The private garden was an abundance of flourishing, peaceful space adorned with beautiful flowers and elegant statues that offered a break from the busy city’s hustle and bustle. As they strolled through the garden, they were engrossed in a lively conversation, their laughter flowing with the soft whooshing of the wind through the trees. Kaitlyn felt a sense of peace settle over her, grateful for the companionship and support her friends offe

DEVA LOREN/ LANA ALVAREZ. We stepped into the garden through an archway draped in blooming roses, their petals brushing my shoulder like a breath. The vines twisted up the iron frame, stubborn and soft, opening into a timeless garden. The path beneath our feet shimmered with fine stone dust, curving through sculpted hedges shaped into wolves mid-howl and shields worn by age.

Aria The stones are warm beneath my fingers. The sun has just crested the eastern towers, spilling gold across the courtyard in long, lazy streaks that catch on carved edges and softened corners. Ten stones stand in a half circle at the center of the garden, smooth, pale granite hauled in from the river cliffs and shaped by hand. By our hands. Each one bears a name. I trace them slowly, one by one, the way I always do. Corran. Loira.

She asks petulantly. “You can open them now,” I reply smugly. Penelope opens her eyes, giving me a chastising glare, then gasps with shock when she sees where we are. The garden is large with a marble-tiled walkway and a beautiful fountain with two cherubs holding hands in the middle. Around the walkway and fountain, there’s lush green grass filled with flowers and plants. Penelope walks around it, her eyes filled with wonder. After a moment, she turns to me, her hands covering her mouth.