Mo Flower Novels & Stories

Colby said, shaking his head. “He has his moments, but he really does suck at it.” I agreed. Just then my door opened, and Jax walked in, looking winded, holding another mess of flowers. “Again with then the weird mess of flowers. Can’t you just choose two or three?” Ross questioned Jax. “Molly likes a mixture.” Jax snapped. “Are you sure or do you just not remember what flowers she likes?” “No. She likes a big mix of wildflowers.” “I doubt that.”

"I'll get to the point. What herbs were you looking for?" "Moonflower. It's a flower that only blooms when the moon is out. Its petals are bright and attract fireflies." Alan asked some more questions after that, but he wasn't able to find any holes in Olivia's story. "I apologize for what happened before this, Dr. Ophelia. Mr. Maxwell is a little quick-tempered. You'll be rewarded handsomely if you heal him." Olivia frowned. "I don't care for any rewards. I just want to be set free. Who are you people?"

My body was already fragile, worn out from the emotional and physical toll of the past days, and now someone was toying with me? As I reached for the doorknob again to close it, something caught my attention. A sharp, peculiar scent. Sweet, yet spicy. Oddly familiar, but...wrong. My eyes fell to the porch, and my breath hitched. A bouquet of Moon Flowers. Only, they weren’t the crystal white ones that gently glowed in the dark. These were black. Deep, glossy black, shimmering under the pale daylight like polished onyx. They didn’t just sit there—they loomed, almost alive in their stillness.

According to G****e, the Myosotis flower, also called the scorpion grass is most known as the Forget-me-not flower. The flower is small and blue, simple but pretty and delicate as if one touch was enough to kill it. Ryder could understand why Midnight liked this flower. The problem was the fact that Midnight described this small and delicate flower as doleful. Was it because of its name? The more Ryder thought about it, the more the furrow between her eyebrows deepened, the frown on her lips looked as if it would never leave.

I didn’t feel like I was in the Silver Moon pack, the forest seemed different. Up ahead were a bed of flowers. As I paced closer towards them, I discovered an open field with hundreds—no thousands—of stunning white flowers. I plucked one, admired its beauty, and indulged in its beautifully strong, lemony scent. Ipomoea alba (moon flower), I remembered coming across this flower during my research for the herbs used in witchcraft. I loved how they blossomed in the afternoon and lasted only through the night. They reminded me of my comfort of being awake at night, feeling like my mind was clearer when I was in the presence of the moon. ‘There she is!’ I heard the female spirit scream.

He walked out of the room not bothering to wait for him. Feng Shao huffed and followed him to the hall. He could see beautiful flower beds on the sides of the pathways which he was walking on. He could also smell the calming fragrance. And some medicinal herbs used merely for the purpose of decoration. The sun was shining so brightly with a wonderful breeze accompanying the heat that was making multiple hazes on the soils. It was a wonder as to why those flowers were thriving nicely in such a weather. "We're here." The little boy announced in a bored tone.

The pay was minimum, but the expenses were endless—her own needs, her siblings’ schooling, contributions for the household. “Flor, I’ll go ahead. Don’t forget the resume, okay?” Elaine reminded her as she packed up. “Got it,” Flora Amor replied, tidying her things and retouching her makeup before heading outside. Standing by the entrance of MOA, she debated between booking a Grab taxi or a motorcycle, finally deciding on Grab. “Flor? Is that you?” She froze. A man stood a few steps away, eyes wide in disbelief. “Oh my God. It’s really you! You look gorgeous!” he exclaimed.

A uniformed delivery man stepped in, holding a massive bouquet of unusual, breathtaking flowers—deep blue petals with pale silver streaks that shimmered like frost. "Delivery for Mrs. Aisla Reyes," he said with a polite nod, placing the card in my hand before turning on his heel and leaving. Before I could open it, Nico walked in. His presence, always commanding, filled the room in a blink. Immaculate as ever in a tailored suit, his jaw freshly shaven and his hair slightly tousled. "You're up," he said, voice smooth, almost casual. "I got these..." I held up the bouquet. "I know," he replied, already pulling something from his coat pocket. "They're called moon orchids. Only bloom once a year

Inside, a single plant bloomed. It was beautiful in its own way. Delicate purple flowers clustered along its stems, their petals almost translucent in the sunlight that filtered through the wire mesh overhead. The color was a stunning, deep violet that faded to lavender at the edges. The smell was equally lovely, sweet and slightly intoxicating, like honey mixed with something floral and wild. But Autumn knew better than to let the beauty fool her. This was moonbane bloom. One of the most dangerous plants in existence.