Little Garden Arc Novels & Stories

So, I follow Anna as she leads me towards the stairs. Anna shows me around the sprawling gardens, pointing out the various features. We come across a beautiful pool, which is currently covered, and a hot tub nearby, which is on, the water bubbling below the cover as evidence. The house, nestled among the rolling hills, is adorned with arches made of roses and climbing vines, which serve to camouflage it even further.

“You’ll love it! Arlo’s mother designed it herself, and it’s one of the most beautiful spots in the house.” As they stepped outside into the garden, Lune was immediately struck by the vibrant colors of the flowers and the lush greenery surrounding them. The scent of blooming flowers filled the air, and a small fountain bubbled gently in the center of the space, creating a serene atmosphere. “It’s beautiful,” Lune breathed, taking in the scene around her. “I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this!” Mary smiled, clearly pleased with Lune’s reaction. “It’s a great place to relax and unwind. Arlo often comes here to think when he needs some time alone.”

She quietly walked towards the garden. Her eyes turned round in admiration when she spotted multiple canopies standing in the garden. They were small in size but at least twenty in number. Their presence was giving a romantic air. She walked nearer and saw a man mowing the grass. The preparation was in full swing. Her wandering eyes clapped onto Azriel who was engaged in a conversation with one of the workers. She watched as he drew a breath and suddenly stopped talking. She began to count in her head. 1..2..."

Joy was easily frightened, and I often couldn’t resist gently teasing her. As I approached, I paused for a moment to admire the breathtaking scenery. My eyes were drawn to the vibrant tapestry of flowers in full bloom. The entire garden resembled a private paradise, bursting with colorful roses, lilies, hydrangeas, and fragrant jasmine. At its heart stood an elegant stone fountain, its gentle cascading water bringing a soothing melody and refreshing coolness to the air. Madam Lucia had a particular passion for orchids, and her exquisite collection drew admiring visitors from across the city who came specifically to stroll through this floral sanctuary.

ARIA’S POV The twilight wraps the garden in a shroud of tranquil hues, the sky shifting from deep indigo to a softer blend of violet and navy. Each stroke of the brush seems to echo the delicate balance between day and night, capturing a fleeting moment of serenity that has always eluded me. The cool air whispers through the leaves, and the distant hum of crickets adds a gentle rhythm to my creative process. In this ethereal light, the garden transforms into a sacred space where time seems to slow, allowing me to lose myself completely in the act of painting.

Chapter 16 You Seriously Can’t Go Fourteen Days? Arik stood up from where he’d been crouched over some weird, spiky little plant at the end of the garden, jumping a step back as I charged him between two rows of trellised peas. “Jared?” he asked warily. “What’s going—”

"Atarah!" Shouted a lady in a plain beige gown, with hairs nicely combed and folded into a bun at the lower back of her head. The girl with sparkly cornflower blue eyes turned as her name being called and she let go of the rabbit she holding in her hands. Atarah was sitting in a massive garden with the layer of grass spread till the vision ends. Her yellow, lace gown was filthy because of playing in the garden and grabbing were hopping around her. Atarah looked at the lady with no curiosity, it was like she was here to tell her of the same thing that she did every day.

“Don’t worry. When you see her, you’ll feel better.” I really hope so, because right now I’m having some truly serious reservations. Maybe it’s because the whole thing came down on us like a ton of bricks or because of all the drama we’ve had these last weeks – or maybe it’s normal and I’m overthinking this. The garden has been transformed into a fairytale. Little tables and chairs dot the green landscape, and on the far end, they set up a platform holding an arch decorated with gold and silver leaves. The inspiration being mine and Maya’s eyes, no doubt. The aging priest stands under the arch looking over the gathering crowd.

Birds chirped from the branches, their melodies blending harmoniously with the rustling leaves. Lily gasped, eyes widening as she took in the sight. “Whoa… it’s so pretty!” I smiled, squeezing her hand. “And I have something to show you before we start picking.” Her curiosity sparked. “What is it?” I led her toward the back of the garden, where a small corner was filled with delicate, colorful flowers I had been secretly tending. A tiny wooden bench sat in the middle, surrounded by pink lilies, deep red roses, and soft purple lavender.

“Just a few minutes from the main house. We are here whenever you need us.” Lena’s garden glowed behind her small veranda, wildflowers tangled in neat beds, twinkling stone lanterns winding along a cobbled path. Nyah’s yard was neat and shaded, soft grasses curling beneath wide maple trees. Neither home was small, but compared to Kieran’s looming fortress of marble and stone, they were intimate. Aria exhaled a soft breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “They’re beautiful. You have both made them full of life.”