Novel & Cerita Paper Flower Chapter 1

|| Author POV || Rosa pinched her eyebrows. A letter? “Oath of blood?” Rosa mumbled the book title. She tilted her head, confused. The title sounded ominous. She picked it up, but the folded piece of paper slipped from between the pages and floated silently to the floor. Rosa’s eyes followed it as it floated gently down. “How scary.” she whispered to herself, pouting. Her heartbeat thudded lightly as she got down the chair. The cold floor met her bare feet. She bent down and picked up the paper. So she was right.

I only smiled until my eyes curved like crescents. Something seemed to block Mason's throat. He stepped back from the closet and accidentally bumped the bookshelf with his shoulder. Something fell from the top shelf and hit the floor with a slap. A dark-blue journal with a worn, fraying cover lay open on the floor. He bent to pick it up, but his gaze caught the first lines on the exposed page. "I came back from ten years in the future."

But I сhаngе mу mind whеn I ѕее the pages of thе first half of thе notebook are fіllеd wіth flоwеrу, cursive ѕсrірt. [Next POV: 'Blake' in Chapter 73]

I was about to close it when a small star shaped red flower caught my attention. The flower was attach on the small black paper. I'm not good in naming flowers and this is my first time seeing this kind of flower. I didn't saw anything like this in Mommy Adeline's garden. I narrowed my eyes before I slowly reach the paper. It was folded into two and base on the texture of the paper, it seems like it was not an ordinary paper that I used to see. I scanned my eyes around the locker room, I was all alone here. Although I'm doubting, I still dare to open it. Frown instantly reflected on my eyes when I saw what's written on it.

"Seeds I purchased from the market. Guess what they make?" "What?" "Hydrangea flowers. Sold really cheap. The Capital has been selling them in the shops." Jackson looked to Melinda. "I thought this was supposed to be banned?" "It was. Mother gave the order before passing things on to Valli." Melinda looked at the seeds in horror. "These look fresh." "They are." The 1st Emperor stood up to excuse himself. "I need to inform Valli." Melinda nodded and left with him. Cassandra following behind as well.

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

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

WARNING: This chapter contains some disgusting moments that readers might find disturbing. —JASMINE. -* Carried back like a frail and sick child to the room I was taken away from before, I feel utterly helpless. The big woman lays me on the bed, now clean and free from the stench of blood, but instead adorned with rose petals, their delicate beauty a stark contrast to my own vulnerability.