My Daffodil Novels & Stories

Drom asked, wanting to break the uneasy silence. “Well, it's not as had as when I started out. I'm catching up to the other girls, although daffodil was pretty upset about the Lady’s decision yesterday.” “What happened?” “She wanted to change her name. You see as I told you before, the orchid is like a hire achy of titles. It's like the army having lieutenants and commanders, that kind of ranking. So the highest-ranked Orchid gets the name Tulip, then followed by Daffodil, Rose, Lavender, Sunflower, and finally Daisy. But ever since the invasion we've never heard from Tulip. The lady said she stayed behind, and after five years of course one would've thought she had had to be killed somehow.

he adds swiftly. “Really? You can’t see colors?” I ask in shock. He chuckles, “I can see some colors, but yellows and reds are tricky.” “So, does that mean that yellows look red to you?” “No, my love. They look greyish or sometimes black. Like those flowers over there,” he walks off and kneels next to a small patch of Crimson Beebalm.

Drumbrazil, amaryllis, dahlia, anthurium, lavender, fuschia, orchid, honeysuckle, oleander, tulip, echinacea, lily. Siena was mumbling to herself, “If I take out the first letter of each word, the result will be… DADALFOHOTEL…!” So Adalfo was playing code with her! But what was D Adalfo Hotel, another hotel owned by Adalfo?

She was playing with a daffodil, eyeing the white petals. “Daffodils mean new beginnings, you know.” The words left me before I could think. Slowly she turned to me, still silent, “My mother used to teach me all about it. '' my eyes widened after I spoke. I had never told anyone about that. She made no moves or noise. Still silent, she turned back to her front, analyzing the daffodil. The silence was slowly suffocating. If anything it felt even worse than when she rebuffed my advances, because at least then she was responding.

Eyes sparkling, Xavia stared at him for a bit before replying, “…Any specific color in mind?” Now smirking, Zivon whispered, “Indeed… The color of daffodils, to be more exact.” …Daffodils? They were usually yellow… Wait. Was this man for real?! Now blushing, Xavia grumbled, “…Just when will you stop with the innuendos…?” “Kind of hard when I always find myself wanting to hug, kiss, and do intimate things with my woman… Besides, if I truly didn’t lust for you, what kind of marriage would that be…?”

Leah suggested. “Hmm…” I bit my lip. “Nah. I’m not a fan of tulips.” “What about daffodils?” Elsie, who was leaning on the kitchen counter, peered over at me. I raised an eyebrow as I turned to her. “Daffodils?” “Yeah,” she said. She reached into a nearby bouquet in a vase and pulled one out. The different shades of yellow seemed to catch the sunlight streaming in through the big bay windows. “Aren’t they pretty?”

She looked over at the pretty girl who was chugging down her hot chocolate, “Will you stay at home tomorrow, Daphne?” Daff and Beryl looked over in surprise. “Wha- she can’t come to uni with us.” Beryl laughed, “Her name is Daffodil. They’re Aunt Agnes’ favourite flowers.” Daff smiled, “My dad used them to propose. I think he gets her a bouquet every month.” Daryl felt her heart tug. They sounded like a cute family. “It’s not a common name but it definitely suits you!” She gave the half-fairy a warm smile.

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.”

"I don't want the grape vines to die." I pitied these vines, which seemed worthless to outsiders. I pitied myself too, who seemed worthless to outsiders. At midnight, Kash sent me home. I stood in the yard for a long time. There were many flowers planted here, almost all of which Jeffrey liked. I picked these flowers in turn and packed them. The tulip was planted after Jeffrey saw the wonderful colors it had. The Daisy, representing purity and love, was brought back by Jeffrey after watching a ballet performance. The Sunflower, with its vitality, was given by Jeffrey when he went to the amusement park.

Seconds relieved the tightness around my shoulder and third finally let me breathe a long breath that I hadn’t taken since morning. When I came out of the bathroom after completing my counting from hundred to one, with a towel wrapped around me I found a single daffodil waiting for me on the bed. I shrugged the thought of changing into clothes, instead made my way straight to the bed. I picked up the flower and laid down on the bed, the slight twinge of pain from the cuts gave me comfort that I had been seeking all day. Picking up my phone I typed the daffodil on goôgle and read what it meant. Daffodils represent new birth or new beginning.