Names Meaning Flower Novels & Stories

This was a collection of carefully handpicked girls, raised with a specific purpose in mind. We were named after flowers. Mine was Aconite, the flower of hatred. It was a cruel joke by whoever had named me, a constant reminder that I was unwanted, unloved. But I had discovered a different meaning, one that suited me better, a warning to be cautious. And cautious I became.

Its petals were mauve around edges, then buttery yellow and cream. "That. Is. Incredible," I said, moving toward it. "That is Polly," Leo said, respectfully. "The flower has a name?" The closer I got, the more glorious the flower became. "She goes by many names. She is the heart and soul of Polonias." I stopped directly in front of the flower. "Well, she's lovely," I said, confused about why he would bring me all this way to see a flower, even if it was the biggest, most beautiful flower I ever saw.

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?”

Haunting because being able to witness with your eyes the moment your loved one took their last breath will forever be marked in your memories. After my Irish mother closed her very eyes, my African father gave me my second name. He told me that the name was derived from a Japanese flower, kind of resembling a tulip but more elegant compared to a usual one. Nadeshiko. He told me it had a silent “I” when you pronounce it. He told me that he named me after a flower because, despite my mixed races, my Irish side is still dominant. I don’t know but I kind of have this funny feeling that I sounded like a daughter of a boutique owner since my two names are both flowers.

I shivered a little and peered up at him with a shy gaze. "I'm sorry for that vase" I apologized in a low voice and he caressed my cheek in response. "Like i said, don't worry about it, it's not worth worrying your pretty head about" He said in a soft low voice that made me literally melt. Skskskssksksk. "And about the name, it's Locus Persica, it means flower" He continued. Who in their right minds name their royal looking restaurant flower? My train of thoughts were interrupted by a low chuckle as my eyes widen a bit. Did I said that out loud?

"I think we should name her after a flower. After all, she did come from a blossom so unexpectedly." Blossom laughed. "Dahlia. It means Elegance and Dignity with Grace above all and that's exactly what she is. She's precious." "Dahlia," I repeated and stoked her tiny cheek where she was still latched on nursing on her mother. "I need to make some calls and have some clothings, a crib, bottles and all that stuff to be brought to the house for baby Dahlia," I said. I got up and made the call to my assistant.

"Peony for beauty and Elegance." I can feel My cheeks turning red. Skye Is always eager to let me know how much she loves me. "Alstroemeria for Devotion and support." She said smiling proudly. I can feel the butterflies inside my stomach. "Chrysanthemum for joy and optimism." "Sunflower for adoration and loyalty" Happy tears started to swell into my eyes. And I can hear the kids giggling around us while stuffing their mouths with a cupcake. "Zinnia for respect and honor."

Caesar casually asked, "You seem to like roses a lot?" Lola said, "They're delicious!" She put her hands on the cold stone railing, excitedly pointing to a red flower growing not far away, and told Caesar, "Ah! General, do you know that flower? Its scientific name is Pseudorchis albida. The stamens taste sweet. It's said that as long as an Alpha gives it to an Omega, the Omega will never be able to leave the Alpha. Many Alphas pick it by hand to express their love for their Omegas..."

"She looks like Sophia." "She has the chin," Liam noted. "That stubborn Cross chin." Marcus looked down at the baby. He touched her chin with his finger. "Lily," he said. "Lily?" Sophia asked from the bed. "I thought we liked Jonah?" "Jonah is a boy's name," Marcus said. "This is a flower. Like the ones you put in the garden. The ones that come back every year, no matter how hard the winter was." Sophia smiled. "Lily. Lys. It is beautiful."

"Do you know its name?" Avery asked as they started planting the flowers together. Crystal shook her head as if she didn't know. "It's freesias, and it's my favorite flower. Even though it was never my favorite until... until Ramos risked his life to get this flower for me from a narrow cliff." Avery said with love-filled eyes but her words froze Crystal in surprise.