Magical Golden Flower Novels & Stories

"What is that one called?" He smiled, plucked one of the flowers and put it behind my ear. The aroma was deep and luscious. "It's a frevara au regalia." He leaned in and sniffed the flower he placed in my hair. "One of our gardeners created it for the Queen. In our language, frevara au regalia literally translates to the Queen of Hearts. "I like that." I turned so our faces were inches apart. His scent was everywhere. His eyes flickered to my lips. "I've never seen anything so beautiful."

I opened my eyes, we were standing in front of a big mirror in Kevin's large room. ‘A Cartier diamond necklace? Holy shit!' “You like?" Kevin asked. “Ofcourse I do, it's so pretty, thank youuu" I said. Kevin peered deep into my eyes, before he spoke again. “I want us to go on a vacation in any location of your choice, that would be after my project with Flourish Holdings" ‘Zurich Corporations was also involved with Flourish Holdings?' I asked in my thoughts, showing no sign that I was astonished. ‘we needed to work harder!'

However, she did not take the medicine as she was instructed and ended up giving birth to the child. Five years later, she intentionally went to Cadell Corporation for an interview and manufactured a "coincidental" meeting with Lucas. Cassiopeia was born rich. She was familiar with the likes of Freya and saw through her in an instant. Freya seemed to do a double take. Then, she suddenly got up and expressed in a way that suggested she felt humiliated. "Mrs. Cadell, please don’t look down on me just because you’re richer than me. The only reason I kept Liam was because I couldn’t bear aborting him! It was just a coincidence that Mr. Cadell recognized Liam!"

"You have to. For him. For the Rose." "No," I said, looking at Isabella. "There has to be another way. My father... he built a kill-switch into the locket. If I can neutralize the formula without the marrow—" "The locket is a dampener, not a cure," Isabella interrupted, her voice gaining a sharp, urgent edge. "But there is a third option. A transfer. The Grand Patriarch’s vault contains the 'Origin Strain.' If you inject the Origin into a host who already carries the Rose, it will create a feedback loop. One will become the 'Sovereign'... and the other will be purged."

“Oh, you're are only familiar with the red ones. Well, all I can say about the white rose is, it's beautiful, extremely rare, and expensive. One of a kind, if I may say. There are only few florists who can confidently tell you they have a white rose in their garden. I was only lucky to get them when a supplier called me and told me he was willing to sell at an outrageously high price and also the white rose signifies chastity, beauty, royalty, and purity. In the ancient times, royalties give it to women they intend to court or have picked some form marital interest in, especially when she's a virgin.“ “Thank you for your time.” They said as they exited the place.

As it rose, it began to blossom into a magnificent flower, its petals shimmering with a a superior glow of rainbow colours, reflecting all over the water droplets. The dragons gasped in awe, their eyes fixed on the magnificent spectacle before them. "It is the Crystal Petal Flower. A rare and magical plant that blooms only once in a million years." Master announced as the crowd turned their heads towards him. The crowd parted as he made his way forward, walking solemnly towards the spot of the miracle.

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.”

The heavy, expensive scent of cedarwood and cold leather that radiated from his tailored bespoke suit filled the small enclosure, a constant reminder of the absolute trap she had just walked into. *Thirty million dollars.* That was the price of her freedom, the price of her father’s life, and now, the exact value placed on her absolute submission. A soft, digital chime echoed through the enclosure as the elevator doors slid open, revealing the grand entrance of the Vance Tower Penthouse. Vivian took a tentative step forward, her heels clicking softly against the polished black marble floor. She paused, her breath catching in her throat as she took in the space.

Philon chimed in, a pout on his lips. "Mother, can't you stop being so immature? You're making us late to bring Aunt Melora her necklace!" Faking it? I forced a bitter smile and pushed myself up. The poison was a beautiful liar. It silenced the curse's agony and froze my body’s decay, all while devouring my life force from within. It painted my cheeks with a rosy, healthy glow for my final three days. It was working perfectly, apparently. I forced myself to stand. "My magic was just a little unstable. I'm fine. I'll go to the temple with you. There are domain transfer scrolls that require Melora’s personal seal."

Because pf that, I start mass collecting the flowers and sell them when they’ve filled the palm of one of my hand. I placed them all in the dropbox, and a different description appered in front of me. SELL MIULA FLOWER x 167? I mouthed a surprised OH, didn’t expect that I’ve gathered those tiny flowers that much. I mean, there’s still plenty of them that I havent plucked yet. I tapped the YES button and the flowers disappear, replaced with a new window. CONGRATULATIONS! YOU’VE SOLD AN ITEM(S) Total income: 83 silver 5 copper