Novel & Cerita Novel Paradise Garden

A slight mistake and you will see the path of heaven or may be hell , devils like him ruin in hell for sure. In the garden there was a slight plantation in the remote . Her eyes brightened like sparkle when she realised what was it . It was grapevines. Dark black grapes was settling in the middle of tendrils . " go ahead " he said as he saw ogling it keenly . She doesn't not more to tell . She strides toward the vines and grabbed it . " can I pluck it " she asked excitement beaming on her eyes like a kid as she turned to ask permission from the sole owner .

She quietly sat beside the big stone and watched the scenery in front of her. “This is amazing, a paradise. I have lived in the City of Bloom my whole life, but I never once thought that there was a paradise here. I wonder if I can go back here once I leave,” she murmured to herself. She sighed as she thought of ways on how she should live her life right now. She just hopes that a miracle will come and give her back her old life, or maybe she can start a new life with what her father left for her. She stayed a little longer, and it was starting to get dark already when she heard someone calling her. She stood up and looked around and saw something from the other side of the lake.

Eve looked at those dark fingers resting so close to her own pale ones, at the narrow gap between them, at the moss underneath both their hands and the ground under the moss humming with its ancient specific warmth. "What did you understand?" she asked. Lilith looked at her with those ancient knowing eyes, and the ruins of the first garden breathed around them, and the air between their hands crackled with everything that was about to happen. "That a paradise designed to require your silence in order to function," Lilith said softly, "is not paradise at all. It is a very beautiful prison with a very attentive warden."

Isabella replied, a soft smile on her lips. Their story wasn’t perfect. It was scarred, scorched, and steeped in sorrow. But from the altar they burned, God had raised a garden. And in that garden, they walked—not ashamed, but alive.

It gives me immense joy to know that someone out there is getting food and shelter because of me. Heaving a deep sigh, I open the black iron gates at the entrance and enter the white rose garden that surrounds my house. The scenery is peaceful and therapeutic to look at. The neighbors always make sure to tell me how much my home resembles the 'Paradise', which is kind of disturbing because I don't recall reading about living people knowing what paradise looks like unless they are dead. In a sense, it is quite hilarious, my home might represent heaven but my soul is the absolute opposite.

It hadn’t been there an hour ago. “How did you get up here?” “I own the penthouse two floors up. The rooftop terraces connect. A trivial detail.” A pause. “Open it.” It wasn’t a bomb. It wasn’t another photo. Nestled inside was a single, perfect peach, its skin blushed red and gold. And beneath it, a folded note. The opposite of a gilded cage isn’t freedom. It’s a thriving garden. You can’t build it with someone who only knows how to buy cages. Let me show you the soil. K.

Oh my god! Why is this so bright in here? am I in heaven or something like that? it was so bright and the raises of sun were coming through the window, it was a big wide room at the corner of it there was big piano and the lighting on the room was so luxury that for one moment I really thought I am in paradise. The room screamed luxury. Paradise thought quickly flew off my mind as I heard a dog bark, what the fuck! I stood up from the bed and HOLY MOTHER OF GOD. my whole body winced in pain as if I've been lying here for thousands year. I slowly walked towards the window and saw a dog barking how is there a dog in paradise, then there is only one answer. Well there could be more but I also s

she said mysteriously, and without waiting for another second, she finally opened the gate. “Oh my…” I was so shocked to finally see the inside of the garden. Indeed, never judge a book by its cover. This place is not just a garden; it feels like a paradise straight from a fantasy novel. I was dumbfounded as my lips were agape while staring at the beautiful landscape of the garden, but more than the landscape, the different colors and vibrancy of each and every plant, flower, and tree clearly stood out and complimented the whole area. “Do you like this?”

“You can not blame yourself for events that were out of your control.” “Thank you my dear.” He tells her softly, kissing the back of her hand gently. “I am glad that my son has found someone as special as the two of you.” He pats the back of her hand before placing it on top of mine. “As far as I know, God found Eve while traveling the Human Realm. He brought her back with him and hid her away from Seraphina, creating a garden paradise for her to live in. I only later found out that this ‘paradise’ he built for her was actually a prison.”

Even the cooks, glancing at their recipe notes on their tablets, simplified menus to jasmine rice, soft poached eggs, steamed vegetables — never seasoned beyond a pinch of salt. But Eva wasn’t cold. She was adjusting. She liked the garden best. It was where the chaos of rebirth felt least strange, where she could remember her old world without mourning it too deeply. The Lioré estate’s garden sprawled like a tamed forest: rose arches, lily ponds, tiny fountains bubbling like secrets, and Wi - Fi signals trickling to discreet cameras that tracked her steps without disturbing her. Butterflies made regular appearances. Occasionally, a fox wandered near the hedges, and the bird feeder livestream