My Daffodil Novels & Stories

Amanda’s mother asked, she felt kind of dizzy but she tries to hide it from Amanda. “What is that flower called, then?” “It’s a Dandy Lion!” Amanda proudly said and placed both her hands on her hips, “A Dandy Lion! It’s called a Dandy Lion because it has a thin and tall body and a head full of mane.” “Really?” Amanda’s mother could not help but laugh. “Now where did you get that explanation? I am sure that I never told you about that.” “I just thought of it,” Amanda replied, letting go of the now-empty stalks. “When you tell me flower names, I make up stories so I could remember them. Baby’s Breaths; smell sweet like milk. Tulips; look like puckered lips. And Lily-”

Rayan paused as he looked at Anthea, who was staring at the plate in her hand, before nodding at Nevaeh, making her grin happily. “See. We have lilies of the valley and daffodils in our home. Daddy loves it, and I love it too. They are so pretty, just like her.” Nevaeh’s innocent eyes filled with excitement as she pointed her small finger at Anthea while saying the last part. Anthea, however, was once again startled after hearing the little girl's words. What was that? He still had lilies and daffodils in his home. What the hell was that?

"I have got a new job." "Yeezy!" The girls jubilated. "But... I am working in someone's house as a personal maid." She paused

She simply answered. “Narcissus?” She raised her eyebrows. “I’m pretty sure not the Narcissus in the Greek mythology. Since it’s a flower shop…Narcissus… Daffodils; are the flowers that are seen after the winter. The flowers represent rebirth. New beginnings… I like it.” Althea only smiled and said nothing. Victoria didn’t mind and asked another question. “I saw you earlier at the flower kiosk. Why are you in the mall, by the way? Is your business not busy? You're the owner, aren't you?"

“From your husband, ma’am.” “Another?” “That’s Lily of the Valley,” Dali exclaimed. “I heard it is hard to find in the city and costs a lot.” Anna’s cheek hurt even more as her smile widened. She just couldn’t stop the smiles as her fingers wrapped gently around the delicate stems of the Lily of the Valley bouquet, cradling it as if it were a precious treasure. The tiny bell-shaped flowers were graceful with their pure white petals. As she brought the flowers to her nose, the scent of it enveloped her and filled her heart with warmth. It was like a gentle hug, reassuring and comforting.

"What's it for?" "To congratulate you on finally getting out of here" "Aww ... That's very sweet of you. Thanks!" I smile at Travis, extending my hands to accept the large bouquet of white daffodils from him, and instinctively bring one of the floral trumpets up to my nose to inhale the sweet scent of him. "You're welcome, I know they are your favorites, and considering what they represent, I thought they would be perfect" "You're right, they are my favorites and they adapt to the occasion by seeing how they represent rebirth, but how did you know all that? I don't remember saying any of those things to you"

This carried on for a little while. 'How about we just get your favourites?' My hand instantly went for the Daffodils when I heard him ''attempt'' to silence a laugh. 'What?' 'You really think Daffodils are my favourite?' I was confused... I thought they were. 'Do I look like a Daffodils type of guy?' 'Um..' I really didn't know what to say, 'Well... What is your favourite?' 'Yellow Lilies! Always have been, Always will be'.

She smiled and replied, “These are daffodils.” “Daffodils?” Daisie scratched her head. “But they look different from the ones in school.” Naomi gave a light chuckle. “Because these are wild daffodils.” She was surprised when Daisie started plucking them. “Daisie, be careful. It might be slippery—” Right after she said that, she slipped and fell to the ground. Daisie got one of the flowers and turned to look at her. “Are you alright, Aunt Naomi?”

Not any normal farms but one with a variety of flowers. "Hey, daffodils! I like them." She jumped, pointing at a piece of land that has the flowers of daffodils ranging from orange colour to dark pink. It was the loveliest day so far. "You like daffodils?" Alex asked, taking a spot beside her. Grinning amusingly, "Yes. Since childhood. Dad would get me daffodils every day in the morning before going to school." She answered.

the woman replied in turn, not looking away from the night. “Are daffodils your favourite flower?” Lila questioned, before tacking onto the end,” Mine are hydrangeas.” “Yes, they are. Why do you like hydrangeas?” the woman turned back on Lila. “I like them for the bushes they grow in. They come back every year in my favourite colour range, ‘round here,” Lila happily described,” why do you like daffodils?” “I told you, it’s because they announce spring’s arrival. The weather gets warmer, there’s more light in the sky, and they’re such a bright yellow that it’s impossible for them not to make you absurdly happy,” the woman related, beginning to loosen up a little.