My Daffodil Novels & Stories

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.

the woman replied with confidence. “Ma'am, can you tell me more about the white rose, I mean, I didn't even know they existed.” “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.

he repeated, placing his hand in front of his face, only to stare at her. Maybe it was just that she was easily embarrassed, a roundabout way for the boy to say that he had noticed it. She didn't want to think about it, she would become a tomato again. She didn't need to be one again. "What's the matter with you?" she turned her face a little toward him. "Daffodils." "What do they mean?" "Selfishness, but they could also mean chivalry or frivolous love." "How can such a small thing carry so many meanings?" She couldn't help but wonder, thus turning to the sky again.

She had wanted to use her original name, but after some thought, she wrote “Daffodil.” Daffodils symbolized rebirth, and that was what Bertha had gone through. All of her love for the man in her past had gone with the wind. From that moment on, she had a long road ahead of her, and she was going to make it exciting.

I added under my breath, my chest sinking. “Hey.” Her hand left the blade for a moment. She caught my chin between her fingers and turned my face toward hers. Her eyes pinned me in place. “Don’t speak of yourself that way,” she said, firm but gentle. My lips parted, but no words came out. “Now,” she continued, “tell me. What do you like? A flower, perhaps. Everyone has a favorite.” Her question caught me off guard. But slowly, a picture rose in my mind. “Daffodils,” I said. “I like daffodils. They… they make me think of sunlight.”

“How are you?” Just says the letter and has the letter D signed, at the very bottom of the paper. She quickly released it and she recoiled in shock. “Da-Darwin ?!” the name first entered her mind. And if you count each type of those sent to his flower, it indicates six letters in the name. And if Nadia pulls out the flower she will see a red ribbon tied to each flower with the letter written, D for rose, A for orchids, R for tulips, W for lilies, I for dahlia and N for lotus flower. Six kinds of flowers and six letters.

She added, pushing the orange liquid to me. Okay, but one very important question. "Where the hell am I supposed to find them and how do I convince them to go back there?" "Daffodil, find out of their whereabouts. You'll have to think of a plan when you get there." Daffodil nodded and shrunk in size, her wings popping from her back before she could land on the ground. As fast as a baseball that's been hit by a bat, she flew out of the window silently and disappeared into the trees.

her lips were curled into a soft, welcoming smile. I offered a small smile in return before muttering a soft "Hello" Lilo looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to say my name, but then sighed when she realized I wasn't going to. "Colleen, this is Rosalya, but she also goes by Rosie. She's Calix’s human mate!", Lilo said like if she were a proud mom. Oh my gosh, this girl. Colleen gasped, clamping her hands to her mouth with widened eyes. I shrunk into the bed a little as I wasn't really liking her reaction.

When it comes down to thinking about Love, people get confused. I am taking the dance shoes you bought once from me. I am taking a few more things with me which will remain with me forever. In return I have nothing to give you except some painful memories from my end. But I grew a small bunch of Daffodils down there at the side of the lawn these days. Take care of them as they were my favourite. You know Daffodil means rebirth or hope. They struggle through the winter to come in Spring in order to decorate our nature with its colour of happiness.

Remembering how the Pladitus flower looks, it was really pretty, and more than the other flowers. "You see that purple and white flower there, it's an Alyssum, and that's Amaranthus, Daffodil, Tulip and….." she stopped " you look like you know them," she said, noticing that I was not behaving like it's my first time hearing them. I nodded "yes, I had a little garden at home" "That's nice, what is your favourite flower" " I don't really have a favourite, but if I were to pick, I would choose the white Orchid" I replied