Little Garden Arc Novels & Stories

The silence would feel too loud without him. Kellan sat on the edge of the bed and buried his face in his hands. “Damn it…” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Arden hummed softly as he walked round the garden of the mansion. The garden was large and beautifully maintained, spreading across the back of the mansion like a private paradise. Tall trees stood at the edges, their branches providing shade from the afternoon sun. The stone walkway beneath Arden’s feet was clean and smooth, leading through rows of flowers arranged in perfect order. Roses bloomed in different colors, their scent mixing gently with the fresh smell of grass. White lilies stood proudly near the fountain, while sunflowers grew farther out, t

The lady had yet held Lara’s hand as she ushered the excited girl towards the garden area. “If you love this living room then you will also love my personal garden area.” Lara entered the garden and was surprised to see the tiny garden decorated with several colorful potted plants in all four directions. Right in front of her, was a stone made waterfall with another metal statue of Lord Buddha. Just in the middle was a dining table which had several candles lit on it. There was fine Victorian cutlery decorated on the table while the maids were already waiting for their arrival. “Wow!” The girl stepped in the garden area and then turned to look at the lady.

“Is there somewhere quiet I can walk?” - The garden is a masterpiece in itself, an extension of the mansion’s opulence. Lanterns glow softly along winding stone paths, illuminating beds of roses, lilies, and tulips in full bloom, their colors so vivid they almost seem painted on. The perfume of the flowers mixes with the cool night air, heavy but soothing. At the center stands a vast fountain, its waters glittering silver beneath the moonlight, droplets leaping and catching in the air like tiny jewels. A few benches are scattered around, perfectly placed for quiet reflection.

I wrap my cardigan around my body, but it doesn’t cover me because of my belly. I’m about to ask him if we can go back for a coat when he wraps a warm shawl over my shoulders. “Thought this through, see,” he says with a wink before pulling me into the back garden. We walk in silence while I take in the beautiful garden. The gazebo is littered with an array of different buds and flowers, making it look even more beautiful than before. I place my hand on my heart and let out a sigh. “Wow…” Maxim laughs. “I knew you’d like it. Ariadne will be out here soon. She wants to have some tea with you again.” He says and my head whips towards him in surprise.

We entered the park, the soft glow of the streetlights casting long shadows on the pavement. We found a bench beneath a tall oak tree, its branches rustling in the evening breeze. Arcane sat down, her gaze fixed on a distant point. I settled beside her, giving her the space she needed. The night enveloped us, the quiet broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves. I could feel the waves of grief washing over her, each one a testament to the depth of her love for her mother. "Arc," I began, my voice soft, "Don't worry too much. Everything will be alright."

(Ariel's POV) “It's time for the second phase. What are we doing for it, Raven?” I asked Raven as we took our slow and quiet stroll around the garden. Raven's hands reached out to brush the flowers. The garden was beautiful. A large expanse of land with beautiful flowers and trees forming a serene space. At least 4 different flowers adorned the garden, and the beautiful shrubs were neatly trimmed. I reached out and plucked the lavender flower, I loved the lavender color. Its color reminded me of royalty. Butterflies fluttered as I plucked a strand, and an unconscious smile formed on my lips.

As the host, he went out for a meeting, at this moment, he walked over to greet them apologetically. After greeting for a while, he went to play chess with Xavier while Cecilia and Gemma headed towards the kitchen. Arthur took the opportunity to ask Kinsley, "How about we take a walk in the garden?" Kinsley nodded. "Okay!" The garden was spacious with a few small paths stretching across and flowing water of the small bridge. Kinsley raised her head and looked at him gratefully. "Thank you for willing to accompany me." "Do you want me to come with you?" Arthur stared at her small face.

They shared quiet moments, passing tools back and forth, smiling at each other between tasks, their hands occasionally brushing, their eyes meeting with a warmth that needed no words. As the sun began to sink lower in the sky, casting long shadows over the garden, Nicholas finally stood back, wiping the sweat from his brow as he admired his handiwork. The arbor was simple but beautiful, a wooden archway that framed the view of the garden and the distant cliffs beyond. The vines Lillian had chosen were already winding up its base, promising a future filled with green leaves and delicate flowers.

“But I don't think you are exactly the picnic and flowers type, Damian.” He didn’t reply, just stopped in front of a tall iron gate entwined with vines. With one hand, he pushed it open. Aria gasped. On the other side stretched a garden bursting with color—rows of white roses, jasmine, lilies, a fountain in the center, and tucked beneath the shade of olive trees, a swing seat draped with cushions. Her eyes widened. “You… did this?” Damian’s jaw tightened, like he wasn’t used to explaining himself. “You said once that gardens remind you of your grandmother. That they made you feel safe.” His gaze softened. “So I built one for you. Here. So you never forget what safety feels like.”

The silence. And calls it sacred. One child—Auri—recently placed a folded thought into the Field. We do not know how she folded it. Only that when it touched the center, the Field shimmered— and a garden bloomed where none had ever been planted. It was made entirely of forgotten paths. Stone steps leading to choices no one made. Bridges that never held footsteps. Benches shaped by waiting. We call it the Garden of Almost. We go there not to mourn.