Novel & Cerita Paper Flower Chapter 1

Mike why you got flowers in you hand oh these are for you, I thought you might like them, here take them he said as I took the roses from him. Ok but I'm confused why you got me flowers ok here goes nothing look Maria I really like you for along time now, so when I hear you broke up with your boyfriend I decided to take my shot and I'm asking you out. So will you go out with me on a date tonight.

Come on, Sha," Kian said. Kian was about to take my hand in his, but I preferred to walk casually. I took another sniff of the white rose I was holding. Hmmmm... The scent...as it's enticing as Kian's perfume. Maybe he sprayed it with perfume. I just smiled inwardly at what Kian had done for me. I hope it continues and that no more tears are shed. I hope Kian's generosity continues. Chapter 13 is coming soon.

"You must be heavily retouched. Men like this don't exist in real life, but damn, whoever designed you sure was talented..." I flip back to the first chapter, only to let out a dreamy sigh when I see the chapter is named "Meet cute." It immediately makes me feel a twinge of jealousy toward the main character. "I wish I could take your place, girl. If my instincts are correct, you're about to meet the man of your dreams and find your happily ever after with Mr. Frontpage Daddy." As I say those words, something odd happens. The page of the book lights up in gold, like that scene in the second Harry Potter movie. Only this time, there are whispers, and the ink disappears from every page of the

I am still not sure of how many pages the test will have. I watched him pass a load of paper by row. When I got mine, I noticed that it has two pages. I discerned a lump in the center of the test paper. I raised the first page and a flower appeared before my eyes. I looked at everyone. They seem to be busy reading every question. I looked back at the flower. Its color was red, its petals resemble spider legs. It looked elegant but also unusual. I lowers my head and smelled it. It was fragrant.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN I woke up slowly, my eyelids felt heavy at first, then they fluttered open. The room was dim, machines hummed softly nearby. A single flower rested on the small table beside my bed. Its petals were a soft, creamy white with the faintest blush of pink, delicate and perfectly formed. I reached out with a trembling hand and picked it up. The stem was cool and smooth between my fingers. I brought it closer, turning it slowly. Beside where the flower had sat was a folded piece of paper. A handwritten note. My heart gave a small, unsteady beat as I opened it. The handwriting was elegant and the most beautiful one I had ever seen.