Never Dying Flowers Novels & Stories

The netizens jokingly called him a hopeless romantic, and the fans who shipped us were utterly obsessed. But one day, when he was still logged in on his WhatsApp account on the tablet, a woman sent him a message with a video. In the video, the woman was cosplaying as a bunny police officer, and her gaze was suggestive. She was sitting in a kneeling position with her legs spread apart, and both her hands were unfastening the buttons of her shirt, revealing supple skin that seemed eager to break free. "Bunny really misses Benny. I want Benny to do things to me!"

A deep frown settles on my face. “An expiration date? You mean… when he will die?” She nods slowly. “It is an old prophecy that only a few people know, including my late father.” She squints as if trying to recall the exact words. “It goes something like this: ‘And the last immortal descendant of the Varkis shall die by the hands of the ficklest, loveliest flower.’ Something close to that.” She sighs. “Ever since the incident with Astrea, I heard he has been searching for that flower. It is the only thing that keeps him sane. The knowledge that one day, he will finally die and rejoin her.”

A knot of anxiety grew in his stomach, but he was stuck there until the ceremony ended. Just as the bride was about to walk down the aisle, the courier handed Frank a bouquet. Susanna was mid-speech, and Frank nodded with a smile, lifting the flowers. However, his face went ghostly white when he saw the card. The courier said, "Sir, there's also a video. The lady who sent these flowers wanted you to see it. "She wishes you a lifetime of happiness with your chosen one and that she hopes you two never cross paths again—"

Mary lamented for their death as if they were her parents because they treated her like family when they were alive. Prince fainted. He never thought he would lose his parents on the same day. When he was revived, Mary and Collins consoled him. Their deaths wasn't an accident, it was an assassination from an enemy. They were both shot in the head. Prince felt how Rose's parents felt when they lost their precious daughter.

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?”

It’s a bit crooked, with petals falling off, but her eyes are sparkling with excitement. “Perfect.” Her grin is everything. We work quietly for a while, the fire crackling softly in the background. I can hear laughter coming from somewhere in the pack house. “Selena.” “Hmm?” “Where do flowers go when they die?” I glance at her, and she looks serious. “They go back to the earth, so they can grow new flowers.” “Oh.” She thinks about it for a moment. “So they're not really dead?” “I guess not.” She nods, looking satisfied, and continues weaving.

" Every single word out of his mouth was a knife, and with each sentence, my heart turned to ice. The fragile hope that had just flared up inside me was brutally snuffed out. Wyatt's lips curved, and he looked almost pleased with himself. He took the food and water that had been placed in the coffin, then said casually, "You're going to die anyway, so there's no point wasting these on you. I'll leave the oxygen tank, though. I want you to last a few more days. It's just a shame you won't be able to make it to our wedding."

Just looking at it gave me goose bumps. “I’ve never seen this flower before,” I told her, sitting up, and Zion nodded his head to agree with me. “What kind of flower is it?” "It's called Giyeangi," Astrid said. "It's a very rare and deadly flower that grows only on the body of a dead werewolf who was not buried. It feeds on their blood and essence, and then releases a toxin that can kill any other werewolf who comes in contact with it." I gasped in shock. I had never heard of such a deadly flower before, but what has it got to do with my poison? We didn’t have any dead wolves who weren’t buried so the flower wouldn’t be in our pack.

I couldn’t let her die for me, I wasn’t worth someone else’s life. Hastily scanning my surroundings, my fingers trembling as I pull out the lighter from my pocket. My pulse quickened, echoing loudly in my ears. Searching for dried flowers, they were more flammable compared to fresh flowers that contained more water. This garden was well-maintained, which meant that every bed of flowers was fresh and vibrant. Shifting my gaze to the forest, squinting towards the tree with ripples of bark and below was a bed of dried roses, stretching to lavender and finally a dried bush.

"The flower is called everlasting because its flowers never fade; the flowers can last up to 12 months, far longer than any other flower. Was it implying that the love we have in our family and the memories we have of Jong Ki will last forever? You bring the flower every year to remind us that you will never forget your brother, correct? Regardless of what happened...." "Wasn't it presenting our family with the four different colors? Yellow represents Jong Ki, pink represents you, purple represents mine, and red represents your father. You're hoping that our love will never fade, even though we've already parted ways?" The mothers continue in hushed tones. Her chest tightened as she lost all