Never Dying Flowers Novels & Stories

Beth flicked a flower petal and pulled lightly on a dead leaf, removing it from the main plant. "Yes, it has. I traded flowers with Lady Witte. A few primroses and snowdrops for pansies." Lady Marjorie said, touching the flower plant beside her. "Don't you just love this flower? They appear haunted, but are one of life's best. They symbolize nostalgia and remembrance." She stood up. "But no matter how charming they are, we would not talk about them, I think we should gather and source…" Beth walked farther, crossing over to the other side. She studied the flower the Dowager Duchess spoke of; her new interest. It had a distinct look of melancholy and thoughtfulness, and the more she stared at

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?”

she declares with darkened eyes. “You could have warned me. You could have explained to me who he was!” I exclaim. “Enough with the drama, Olivia. Stefan and this baby are the only reasons we are not dead yet. Right now, we would be on a dumpster, with no fingers or teeth so our bodies couldn’t be identified... Stefan is the only thing standing between us and that future. You must stop with the nonsense and keep him happy.” My dad states firmly, I tremble because I believe his words. “It’s not that difficult to understand: death equals bad, alive equals good.”

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