Novel Paradise Garden Novels & Stories

It was called the Peony Garden because of its many peonies. When Old Madam Marquez was still alive, she doted on her second son Zion a lot. As a result, before she died, she gave her favorite Peony Garden to her second son. Because Zion was a cunning and selfish person, he was never liked by the old master. Therefore, after the old lady passed away, he was chased out of the big house and moved into the Peony Garden. When Jayden and Elizabeth returned to the residence, Zion and his wife was still in the mansion participating in the banquet and did not go home.

Every stitch she gave was like a painful reminder of her son she would never know. Gabriel, trying to bring some encouragement to Thais, decided to surprise her. He organized a secret garden in the backyard of his house, filled with colorful and delicate flowers. It was a place of peace and tranquility, where Thais could find some solace in the midst of pain. When Gabriel revealed the garden to Thais, she was speechless. The flowers seemed to whisper words of hope and renewal. She sat on a wooden bench, watching the petals dance in the wind, feeling a deep connection to nature and her son who left too soon.

She suspected he was with Alexia but kept her thoughts to herself. The summer sun bathed the mansion’s gardens in a warm, golden glow. The roses were in full bloom, thanks to Mary’s tireless efforts. The garden, once declared a gift from Maximus, had become her sanctuary—a place of peace and healing. Though her early days as his wife had been fraught with pain and despair, his absence brought her unexpected freedom. Her panic attacks grew less frequent, and she began to find joy in the simple act of nurturing the plants.

He was now staring in astonishment at the garden, which was almost complete, the sleeping beauty truly awoken, the overgrown wilderness a distant memory. In its place was a child’s paradise—a maze of soft hedges, each leading to its own exciting end, soft turf underfoot and thousands of tiny fairy-lights adorning the massive willow—twinkling in the dusky light and bidding enchantment. “What do you think, Katrina?” “It’s very nice.” Katrina’s response wasn’t exactly effusive, but Emma couldn’t have cared less. The only thing she needed to see her through was the

The others gathered themselves, checking for injuries, taking stock of what we'd lost. As we started moving, I looked around at our surroundings for the first time. We were standing on a hillside overlooking a valley. And in that valley was a garden. Not just any garden. Paradise itself. Trees heavy with golden fruit. Flowers of every color imaginable. Fountains with crystal-clear water. Paths lined with perfect white stones. Everything was beautiful. Perfect. Inviting. "That's the Memory Thief's Garden," Kara said from beside me. Her voice was hollow. Empty. "The last world before the Core."

' I knew this place was heaven on earth, if a family house can be this beautiful, I wonder what is left in paradise ', Clarisse said in her mind as she gazed through the window, watching the garden in the compound, it looked so beautiful as she watched from above, its garden of flowers and plants was protected by a glassy wall.

‎ ‎Small, silver-haired, red-eyed. ‎ ‎She places a new seed in the earth near the stones. ‎ ‎“I’ll choose too,” she says. ‎ ‎The garden breathes. ‎ ‎Warmth rises. ‎ ‎Light glows. ‎ ‎The seed sprouts. ‎ ‎The gathering sings. ‎ ‎Not the old song. ‎ ‎A new one. ‎ ‎Born of ordinary days. ‎ ‎Of choices made in quiet moments. ‎ ‎Of love that lasted. ‎ ‎The manor breathes with them.

"How deliciously ordinary you are. Tell me, child, do you have any idea what you've gotten yourself into?" "I know enough," Iris replied, surprised by the steadiness of her own voice. Through her connection to the garden, she could feel the plants' terror, their desperate attempts to flee from something that represented everything antithetical to growth and life. "I know that you're a parasite who feeds on others' suffering, and that you've come here to destroy something beautiful because you can't bear to see redemption flourish."

Even though she was totally confident in the knowledge that nobody was lurking in the stairwell waiting to pounce on her, she held her breath almost the whole time, not releasing it until she was standing on the ground floor. Still in stealth mode, she headed to the library and made a beeline for the cabinet that housed Gideon’s sermons going back as far as fifteen years, when he’d founded The Garden of Divine Light. Iris herself had spent untold hours transcribing the recordings of his words and beliefs and commandments, then copying and binding them as books before placing them with proper reverence on the shelves and cataloguing them.

I heard the distinct, heavy click of a lock turning. I was alone again. The sunlight felt mocking now. The pink walls felt like they were closing in. I looked at the books—were they my favorites, or just decoration? I looked at the vanity—was it for me to use, or for him to admire his possession? I slid out of the bed, my legs wobbly. I went to the window. It was large, but the glass was thick, sealed shut. Outside was a beautiful, walled garden. Blooming flowers, a manicured lawn, a high stone wall covered in ivy. It was a prison yard dressed up as a paradise.