Names Meaning Flower Novels & Stories

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.

“I’m going home. My stepmom’s having a party and dad wants me there. I don't want to go but I don’t have a choice. I don’t want to be cut off. At least not now.” “That sucks,” I mumbled. “It really is. Are your sisters coming too?” “Yep.” “I so wanna meet them,” Taylor said. I told her about my sisters Dahlia and Hyacinth. She even refers to us as the 'Flower sisters'. Well, my mom's name is Flora. That's why we have floral names. My parents are so creative. “I guess tomorrow isn’t the time. I’m leaving very early.” “Maybe next time.” We walked around the area to find a place to eat. We found a ramen place and decided to just eat there.

Here, I can take a break from thinking about Xavier for a while. "Yes, but not too far." "Mama, what are these flowers?" Jasmine crouched down in front of a cluster of bushes that grew up around the fence. Its long-pointed leaves and white, tiny star-like blooms gave it an alluring appearance, accompanied by a delicate scent. I kneeled down next to the little girl. "This is Jasmine, just like your name." "It's so pretty!" Her eyes glittered. Shortly after, I found Jasmine trailing behind her sister Rose, who was enthusiastically sharing the names of the flowers. Despite the fact that Rose had only ever read about most of the plants in books or on the internet, she was very intrigued by the g

“Daisy is the one to the left. Rose is the one in the middle. And Sunflower is the one to your right.” Because Mane had his eyes closed he couldn’t see the women, but he could tell them apart from their life auras. That was why Ashera took her time to mention the positions of the women so that Mane would take notice. “What is with Elementals and naming their women after flowers?” Mane wondered. Just like Lily, these three women were named after plants. And Mane found that funny. So much so that even in his current circumstance he could appreciate it as comedy. Ashera’s lovely brows twitched in annoyance, and Mane smiled gleefully. Although he couldn’t see what kind of expression she had on,

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.

his English was very good, but you could still hear the accent. I bent down on my knees and started to copy what he was doing. "What is your name, miss?" He asked politely. "My name is Mia." He nodded his head, "That is a very pretty name, Miss." I shrugged, "It's simple." He stopped what he was doing turned to me. He picked one of the small baby pink flower and held it in his hand, "No no. No name is just simple where I come from. In my country, there is a meaning for all names. Your name represents who you are," He places the flower in my hair, "Your name means Beautiful in my language. It symbolises the gentleness and kindness of a woman's heart. That is not simple, miss. It is who you ar

“What is the flower for May? That is when my mother was born.” “Over here.” She takes me over to some white flowers. “These are Lily of the Valley. They are the flower for May.” I slide my hand down the stem of one. “Lily of the Valley. I wonder if that’s where her name came from?” I say more to myself than the florist, but she heard me anyway. “Oh, was your mother’s name Lily?” She asks looking at me more closely. “Yes. Lily Nelson was my mother.” Her hand goes to her mouth. “You’re Cara Nelson?” She asks.

I shut the door of the flower shop at his face. I headed straight for the counter, and stood in front of the pretty lady I assumed to be the sales girl. "Good afternoon, mister. How can I be of help?" Without speaking, I turned in the direction of the flowers and pointed at the one that had entrapped me. She smiled. "Irises. Beautiful choice. Wise one too." Irises. As in, Iris? The flower shared the same name with her. "They symbolize wisdom, hope, and admiration. You must really respect your woman if you're giving her this."

-Well I can tell you. -Do you know the meaning of the flowers? I say raising an eyebrow. -Why does it surprise you? -The thing is… -Don't tell me anything, just pay attention. -Okay. -Well this flower -she says touching a very beautiful flower- is called Dalia and it means impulsiveness and passion. Young people gave these flowers to indicate that they were looking for a love affair or asking to be carried away by passion. -Wao, what about this one? I say pointing to a red flower.

She pointed to the apartment building in front of the flower shop. Peeking at the building, the handsome young man gasped. “Oh? You are really near from here.” Jane nodded her head very quickly. “So, just like what I’ve said to you before, I studied in the Botany department. I know a lot about flowers and plants." She pointed to the flowers one after another and gave them their names. "White Lilac means innocence, blue Hydrangea means apology, Chamomile is a symbol of rest and relaxation, Blue pansy represents trust in love and..."