Name Mean Flower Novels & Stories

When we arrived at the part where there are a lot of flowers, I thought that I want to go down from Kyros's back. "Are you sure you're fine?" Kyros keeps on worrying about my foot. "If you're that worried then just hold my hand," I said as I reached my hand out to him. He looked surprised while looking at my hand. As if he remembers something. "This is so not like you." He said and I chuckled. "Just hold it." He's an obedient wolf, he held my hand and helped me walk towards the beautiful flowers. I smiled when I suddenly remembered my mom planting these flowers. Her favorite flower is Lily of the valley, that's why she named me Liliana.

he walks off and kneels next to a small patch of Crimson Beebalm. Crimson Beebalm is a stunning flower. The petals are long and slender and they come out of a hairy looking center that is connected green leaves that look like they support the bud and a long smooth green stem. Best of all, it’s edible so I’ll be collecting some of it for the camp. Wait, what did he say? “It’s obviously either red or yellow, I don’t know of any grey muted colored flowers, the center even looks black.”

He said to the nurse and she bowed her head in greetings before heading back to her station. "But dad," Mackenzie turned to her father after checking for a tag and not finding any in the nest of flowers, "I don't know what these flowers are or who they're from, although they are beautiful." "The flowers indeed are lovely my dear. I'm pretty sure they're called Camellia flowers, they signify love and affection, those sort of things." "But who would possibly send these? They look expensive," Mackenzie mused, caressing the edges of the pink luxurious petals.

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 just gave him an ointment and when I told him that I used gentian flowers–” “Gentian flowers?” Emery nodded. “He acted weird after that.” “Out of all the flowers, why gentians?” “It is because it has the same meaning as his name.” After saying that, Emery knitted her forehead as she watched her suddenly giggle all by herself.

The blood flowed from his nose. He wiped it unconsciously, making him stilled upon seeing it. “Shit. You know what your name means, twig?” he murmured sleepily. “No. Tell me what my name means, please?” I begged just to hear his voice. I wished I could hear it over and over again until I let go of my last breath. “Hmm. The flower, blue iris. It symbolizes faith and hope.” He coughed out. It was fresh blood. God, don’t, please!

I nodded. "I call you Cosmos, not for the sky." Flinn stroked his knuckles down my cheekbones and nudged a lock of hair behind my ear. "I call you that because of the flower. It is beautiful and resilient, a warrior for its species. It is not afraid of any weather and will many times seed itself of its own accord.". I christen you Cosmos because you're everything this so-called benevolent flower is-tough and resilient but also charming and hypnotic in one. You're the living proof that anyone can be made to bloom if they set their minds to it, crappy situation notwithstanding. "This is what you had to come here and tell me?" I kept a smile locked on my face. "That you'd named me after a flowe

Rossie tilted her head to gaze intently at Fathia, seeking consideration from the little Fathia who had begun to enjoy the blooming Lilies in front of her. "According to Fathia, what should the flower shop be named?" The girl turned and found her mother looking intently at her. Her gaze was so warm, greeting Fathia just like the sun greets her every morning. It always gave her encouragement, even though her mother often went on business trips with her father. "Can Fathia give the flower shop a name for Mommy?" "Why not?" A radiant happiness enveloped Fathia mercilessly. "Fathia knows the name!" she exclaimed joyfully. "An Flower."

at me, and it broke me. When we moved here, my mother started calling me Flora. I was named after Sequoia trees. She had seen them once on vacation and fell in love with the scent of them. They have a unique earthy scent with an undertone of a crisp pine floral scent, and she wanted to surround herself in it. She nicknamed me Flora, and even registered me in school under the name. She made them aware it was my preferred name, not my real name, but she wanted to shield me from any further issues concerning my name. I love my name. My mother was a strong woman who cared deeply for others, and it meant a lot to me that she named me after something that brought her so much peace. I accepted the

I baked you some cookies to show that I am really sorry and also Merry Christmas! I made you a cheap present. I made it so it's priceless. Hope you like it. Remember my name is Dahlia, the beautiful flower that means Dignity and Elegance. I saw Lucas staring at me, awed as for the first time, I smiled, a genuine smile after reading the note with a flower scribbled at the end of the note that maybe was a dahlia by the shape of it. That girl was definitely not elegant but her name was as beautiful as her.