Paperwhite Plant Novels & Stories

I stood in front of the whiteboard, which Brooke was using and grabbed the marker before drawing a rough sketch of two plants on the whiteboard. “Look, kids,” I said, pointing at the two herbs I had drawn on the board. “This one is a witch hazel. It looks like a shrub with bare branches, and in winter, it sports bright, delicate “spider-like” flowers which have four ribbon-like petals, which are usually bright yellow and sometimes, they can be orange or red.”

Xasha and Gooseman entered the greenhouse. The first thing that greeted him was the thick smell of plants. The room was stacked with shelves filled with medicinal herbs, trees, and flowers. Verra was holding a flowerpot with a small purple plant with 2 leaves barely sprouting from it. The plant was around 2 inches tall and had amazing energy radiating from it. Verra was holding it delicately. It was as if she was afraid that it would run away if she loosened her grip for a second.

“This isn’t up for debate. I promised Ezra and Ingrid he’d be okay. I don’t plan on breaking that promise.” She gives me a slow nod. “Then you’ll need to know exactly what you’re looking for.” She pulls out a paper and begins sketching. “The antidote plant has silver-tinted leaves, a crimson stem, and when crushed, it smells like citrus mixed with iron. It’s very distinct. You won’t miss it.” As she draws the sketch, I study her hands—steady, sure, though worry creases her brow. “How dangerous is the terrain?” I ask.

She walked to a store to get water. "Ma'am, give me a bottle of water. Here's your money." Ariande handed the money over to the lady. The storekeeper went in to get the bottled water. "Thanks." Ariande appreciated and left the store. Ariande saw a mansion. The mansion was fabulous. Its exterior design was splendid. Soon, her eyes darted towards a bill board. It reads: A maid is urgently needed. Apply in person. Ariande immediately knocked on the huge gate. A man in his middle forties opened the gate.

I follow her gaze to what looks like perfectly ordinary weeds. “What are they?” “They’re…” She pauses, frowning slightly. “I don’t actually know their proper name. But they’re incredibly rare.” She moves toward them, her entire demeanor shifting to focused interest. “My mother’s journal calls them ‘white tears’ because of their shape, but I’ve never seen the official name written anywhere.” I watch her kneel beside the plants with careful admiration, her fingers hovering over the leaves without touching them. “What do they do?” “They’re part of the antidote for nightshade poisoning.”

She looked around the conservatory, her eyes landing on a vibrant, spindly plant in a hanging gold basket. Stop talking, Sienna. Please, just stop talking so I can sign these papers and get out of here. ​"And... and that one over there," she said, her voice trembling slightly with nerves. "The Aeschynanthus, the Lipstick Plant. It’s beautiful, but it's huddling toward the glass. It needs more humidity, or the buds will drop before they even bloom." ​Silas didn't look at the plant. He kept his piercing blue eyes fixed on Sienna’s face. He tilted his head, his heavy brows furrowing as if he were trying to catch something on her face.

Tiles made of light wood, and white walls with wood trimmings that matches the flooring. Also, there are lots of plants, some were big-leafed , and were called giant birds of paradise, elephant ear, and swiss cheese plant according to the staff. It was refreshing and there were some elegant colors used too, such as the royal blue-colored cushions on the four-seat sofa outside. “Human feelings are complex,” I said after having a long sigh, my mind always returns to the topics that I dearly avoid, such as debating to myself whether I am fine with what we, Azrael and me, have now or I want more.

Minimalistic, just as his apartment, with only practical furniture and pieces placed there an about. She loved that about him. How practical he was. “Your office needs some plants.” She murmured after the deafening silence. He didn’t answer, clearly ignoring her. Unfortunately, she wasn’t a woman who backed off easily. “A couple of Pothos and a vase of Peace lily would brighten up this place a great deal,” she kept on talking, and smiled, “A woman’s touch is what you need here Santiago.”

he whispered sharply. “I know that,” Mr. Waddlebug responded, still staring intently at the adorable creature. “But I’ve grown quite fond of him these past few days.” “Goodness gracious,” Corey muttered. “Listen, put that thing down, on the ground, where it will come when she calls it.” “All right,” Mr. Waddlebug agreed, though he put Pozzletot back on the counter instead. “What’s this?” Corey asked. There was a large white and blue flowering plant taking up a considerable amount of counter space and while he wasn’t positive, he was quite sure he had not seen it there before.