Paper Flower Ch 1 Novels & Stories

For a dangerous moment, the sheer contrast between his aura and his physical touch is completely disarming. Then a brilliant, cold light flickers momentarily between our joined palms followed by warmth, and a piece of paper materializes there with a dry, papery whisper. He instantly releases my hand, and the warmth drains away from my skin, leaving behind a cold, faint tingling sensation. “What is this?” I ask, my voice rough, quickly unfolding the paper with my free hand. Strange, angular symbols slant across the heavy page—thin, curling strokes that seem to deliberately shift and swim when I try to focus my eyes on them. They are undeniably magical.

A Burgundy rose flower was being carried by the black dog in his mouth. The flower symbolizes 'Unconscious Beauty.' When I bent down to pick up the flower, I noticed a white folded paper on the floor. Perhaps the dog accidentally dropped it. I opened the paper and read what was written, and tears streamed down my cheeks. 'Cornelia. 'I'm sure you already know what this flower represents.' Was boldly written in the paper, and I found myself nodding my head as tears streamed down my cheek. I put my hand over my mouth and sob quietly, because this flower represents your desire and passion for someone, and I don't need Arthur to write it down because I understand what the flower means.

Al slightly frowned, "Isn't this a home for night butterflies? The place is a flower and these women are the butterflies." "Yes. That's what the Night Flower means," Gail muttered to himself. #to be continued in Chapter 6.7 - Human World

I was right about the book, just not the location. She looked up at me through those beautiful long lashes. “Yes, Orion?” She licked her finger and turned a page. The lick was innocent, but every little thing she did was sensual to me. “Just wanted to see my flower. Is that acceptable?” “I guess.” Her eyes went back to book, her foot slid through the water, gently rubbing up and down the calf of her other leg; the sight caused me to gulp. “Are you coming out of there?” “What time is it?”

The tranquil setting of an evening gradually came into view before his eyes as the time passed. Every day, he takes in the splendor of the setting that he fashioned. But honestly, he always felt that this scene had nothing special to hold his mind. Perhaps, he was longing for the figure of the owner of this place, not the beauty of the scene. As he stretched his hand out in front of him, a flower suddenly dislodged itself from the branch and flew into his hand. This rose, which is a red velvet rose, is stunning. There is nothing that can be done to improve the shade of red that appears on these petals; they have reached their full potential. It is beautiful, fragile, yet thorny; this beauty

The two journals now — Don's and mine — are doubled inside the account. He wrote: The tenth year is the year of the last chapter. The roses are at the first east wing windows. The foxgloves are at the quince trees. Thomas's grandmother's recipe has been made twice now — the second harvest larger than the first. Mexico City has given the book its necessary darkness. The building is in the fruition phase and is still building.

, My fingers instinctively tug at my hair, tucking it behind my ear as I pause. I'm unsure of how much I need to reveal. So I just make up an excuse, my cheeks burning from embarrassment. "Gotta go, Kiki. I need to check my emails." “Okay, but you owe me!", Kiki says, laughing. I end the call, cautiously approaching the study table. I carefully pick the black card up and set it aside, my hands going for the paper . The paper resembles something picked straight out of the rumble of a burnt building, with its hard surface and burnt jagged edges. Judging from the deep lines and jagged lettering, the scribblings on the paper seem to have been carved in.

Lady Regina said as she held a small piece of paper towards me. I slowly approached her and while keeping my eyes down, I carefully took the paper from her hand. The moment that my eyes lowered to take a look at the paper, I found out that it was actually a photograph of a flower. It’s mix of red and purple color along with the shape made it look unique. I had never seen a flower shaped like this before and perhaps that was why the Duchess was attracted to its exotic beauty.

I brought it closer to my chest as I couldn't get enough of the vanilla mixed lavender scent. The flower smells so nice. I wonder who dropped it carelessly on the floor. I decided to return it back to its spot when my gaze landed on the white small piece of paper in between the flowers. I pushed my two fingers into the flowers, and brought out the white paper which was rolled up. [Please forgive me. I regretted my action. My life is void without you. I need back in my life. Please come back to me. By your lovely mate, Damon]

While Chu Nian was busy sniffing the flowers and thinking about Han Yuren. There was a sweet smile tugging on her lips while her heart was dancing and jumping. Thinking about it, her hand suddenly passed through a card hidden in the middle of the flowers. Wondering what it is Chu Nian took the card out, kept the flowers in her lap, and turned to open the note. The card seemed to be really delicate. It had a whitish tinge and was intricately carved. Curiously Chu Nian opened the card and started reading the contents,