Name Mean Flower の小説・ストーリー

Huh, people just wouldn’t stop judging. “Do you know what flower came to my mind when I looked at Zephyr for the first time?” Luna Nesta said, looking into my eyes. “A flower that’s found only in inaccessible Gloom forests of Goredom. A flower that has the ability to take the form and shape of every flower in this world, but it has no defined properties of its own. Till date, no one has been able to find out what is the true form of that flower.” “Arcanes, also known as the Nameless flowers,” Miya said, and luna Nesta nodded.

It was—just more thoughtful than I would have imagined Zac to be. Zac looked at me again. He licked his lips. "Why did you get named after a flower?" He peered at me with warm eyes—filled with curiosity and intrigue. I had never seen that from him before. I looked at him for a second before looking back at the road. I smiled faintly. "Uh—jasmines were my mom's favourite flowers." I exhaled sharply, keeping my eyes trained on the road. "They were my, the flower he got on all her birthdays and other holidays. She loved them—so when I was born, I got the name."

I touched a particular flower, I am ignorant of the name and I don't wish to ask her about it, it would look embarrassing to me so I kept it to myself. "Sir this flower you are admiring is called a desert rose or an impala lily, it got a nice fragrance and ladies love it as well, the smell is also relaxing for our kinds." "I see." Was just the two words that left my mouth at least I know the name. "Yes sir, do you need me to get some flowers like this when you are about to leave?" She asked avoiding looking at me. "I guess so." "Noted Alpha." "I want to sit here a little, get me a brand of wine that is good and expensive, I would love to have it here," I ordered her.

I needed more than what he gave but I was stuck with him— not anymore. I smiled at the delivery man as he raised a large bouquet of flowers which spelt out my name at the middle and the smell was intoxicating. I took the bouquet from him and commanded the maid to take over with the rest procedures as I turned to walk to the living area. I giggled like a child as I continued inhaling the calming fragrance from the flowers and they were Mary’s Tears or you could call it Lily of the valley. These were my favorite. I had always admired their resilience despite their fragile nature— I related to them.

Cleansing me. Iris. The name made me scoff under the roar of the water. Not his real name, of course. I never asked. He was just another flower in my greenhouse. I name them all after blooms—delicate, temporary, beautiful in their briefness. And like any flower, when they began to wilt—when their colors dulled or they started to cling—I plucked them out at the root. Disposed of them.

Its sweet scent fills my room, a gentle reminder of his thoughts. At the diner, it's always a delivery of another flower. Each time a single stem. I've received red carnations symbolizing 'deep admiration', white gardenias for 'you're lovely', purple irises for wisdom and compliments, yellow daffodils for new beginnings. Ellen, ever knowledgeable, shares the meanings of each flower, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

- I held out my mother, and he held her gently and kissed her, making me very embarrassed. - What a beautiful name, Ayanne beautiful flower or eternal flower as you prefer, Reese originated in the Welsh culture and means enthusiasm and animation, beautiful junction, nice to meet you, my name is Draven Leblanc. - He said with a seductive voice, leaving me but impressed with his knowledge. - You are as beautiful as the flowers themselves. - He said, still leaving me embarrassed. - Thank you. - I smiled shyly.

After a brief silence, detective Jones broke the silence and asked "what do you think maria?“ “About what?” “This, of course!” detective Jones said increasing his tone. “Calm down partner. Anyways, I think we're dealing with a nasty serial killer that has an obsession with flowers” Maria joked. “It's not just that. But wait, I think am beginning to get the pieces, according to the woman, a white rose represents chastity and purity,now a blood stain on it would mean what? The chastity or purity have been stained and how is that possible?”

Slinking to the counter, I trained my eyes at Newman as he slowly turns to face me, holding a bouquet of hyacinth flowers. “This flowers, what do they mean?” His question surprised me, I observed him to see that he is bowing down on the flowers, a sad regretful emotion apparent in his eyes. “ It means, forgiveness. If you are asking for an apology, that’s the perfect flower to give.” Newman’s piercing gaze pinches my heart. I smiled at him but he did not return it back, his eyes narrowed at the collection of flowers before him, taking a pink camellia from the bunch, “And this flower?”

He supplied and a light seemed to go on. “I’m sorry what does that mean, is that just a name?” She asked interested and pulled out a little steno from her pocket and a pen. She wrote that down. She always wanted to know what the proper name was, and she called it a juniper lily. The flower looked like it grew out of a juniper bush, but had far softer stems. Not quite woody like normal juniper she’d seen. “More a name, it means forever bloom. They bloom even in winter, and can give temporary relief to pain speed up healing. No one has seen it in a very long time. How did you get it, when did you come over?”