Present Flowers Novels & Stories

Umawang na lamang ang bibig niya at namamanghang nilibot ang mga mata sa lugar na biglang nag-transform at mistulang indoor garden ng roses at sunflowers. "Roses represents immortality, while sunflower's meaning is loyalty and a bright future. Magandang combi, di ba?" Hinawakan siya ni Martha sa braso at pinauupo sa silyang nasa sulok. "I-check mo kung may kulang pa, para maidagdag natin." Umiling siya. "Naku, wala na. Thank you so much for the effort," naluluha niyang sabi.

It has a sweet aroma coming from the leaves. She broke out a hearty smile. “Hey, Elm! I remembered that the first flowers you gave me were paper roses. Is it not time to give me a real one?” Muli siyang pumitas ng flower na nakita niya. It was very small and fragile. “Like this one?” Ipinakita niya rito ang hawak niya. Hindi ito sumagot at huminto sa tabi ng isang mayabong na halaman. Pagkatapos ay yumuko ito. Tumaas ang kilay niya at hinintay na kunin nito ang kung anong nakita nito.

With my brows furrowed I walked over to the couch to have a better look at it, I smiled to myself as I crouched down to grab the wonderful flowers and smell them. As I've expected, Elijah never disappoints me because it smells very nice. Elijah knows very well about my fascination with flowers and the every meaning behind their beauty. And now, receiving a bouquet of pink roses from him on my birthday melts my heart with gratitude and joy. I saw the little note attached to it and read, To my stubborn little baby, I hope these flowers put the prettiest smile on your lips as you received them. May you always bloom in elegance and kindness. Happiest Birthday, pretty girl.

Pagpasok ni Weston, sumalubong sa kanya ang bango ng mga bulaklak. "Magandang hapon po, Sir. Ano pong kailangan nila?" tanong ng florist. Inikot niya ang tingin sa mga bulaklak, naghahanap ng bouquet na may malalim na kahulugan. Sa pagkakataong ito, nilagpasan niya ang mga pulang rosas na madalas niyang bilhin. "Gusto ko ng kakaibang bouquet para sa fiancé ko. She’s in the fragile, early weeks of her pregnancy. I need something that feels celebratory, but distinct from standard red roses."

"GOOD MORNING, Ma'am may na-receive po kaming funeral standing flowers para raw po sa burol ni Mrs. Nora Fajardo," bungad ng empleyado ng funeral homes nang pumasok ito at nakita si Gianna. Kumunot ang noo niya at napatingin kay Stella. Kumibit-balikat lang ito. Lumapit siya sa lalaki at pinasok nito ang standing flowers na kulay red. Kumunot ang noo niya. Red? Akma bang magbigay ng pulang bulaklak sa burol?

The flower shop smelled like spring. The sweet fragrance lingered in the air, mixing with the soft instrumental music playing from hidden speakers overhead. Dapat nakaka-relax kapag ganiyan diba? Kasi peaceful at nakakagaan ng mental health pero hindi ganon ang nangyari kay Adrian. Adrian had spent the last fifteen minutes standing in front of a display of flowers, completely overthinking every bouquet in sight. The elderly florist watching him from behind the counter was probably wondering why a grown man looked more nervous buying flowers than attending a business meeting.

she said when the florist answered. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but we don’t disclose the sender’s information unless they specifically request it,” the florist replied politely. “Oh, I see. Thank you anyway,” Letisha said, feeling a bit disappointed. As she sat there, contemplating the mystery of the flowers, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. She wondered who could have sent her such a thoughtful gift and what their intentions were. Could it be someone she knew, or perhaps a stranger who had been touched by her kindness?

And here I am, planning to give the woman whom I hated and cursed before. "Yes, sige po sir. Pasok po kayo sa loob." Anito kaya tumungo ako kaagad. There were lots of different flowers inside pero natuon ang mga mata ko sa mga pulang Rosas. Bigla ko lang naalala ang mga labi ni Amari sa tuwing pula ang lipstick na ginagamit niyon. Mga labing nakakatuksong halikan. "Best seller po sa amin ang bouquet ng red Roses sir. Fresh na fresh po ang mga ito, kakadeliver lang kaninang hapon." Pahayag nito kaya di na ako nagdalawang isip pa.

’ Pinipigilan ng florist ang sarili niyang hindi matawa sa amin. “Kung ganyan ang trip mo…sa akin pink peonies,” sabi ni Hubert, lasing na lasing sa feelings kay Isla. Nakakatawa talaga kami. “Purple hyacinths sa akin,” sabi ni John. “May Korean boyband siyang ganyan ang theme.” “Sa akin, pink alstroemerias at lisianthus,” dagdag ni Lucas na may proud na ngiti. Tiningnan namin siya na parang may sinolve siyang napaka-komplikadong math problem.

As I took the carnation from Korina's hands, I smiled at my maid and friend's thoughtful gesture. I brought the flower to my nose, inhaling its sweet scent. The fragrance was subtle yet inviting. Looking at the carnation, I admired its delicate petals, a soft pink hue with intricate details. I felt a sense of gratitude for the simple joy the flower brought. I'm captivated by its delicate yet resilient beauty. Unfold like delicate brush strokes, gently ruffled and layered with intricate detail. Gazing at the carnation, I feel a sense of nostalgia and simplicity wash over me. The flower's gentle beauty evokes memories of love, warmth, and long-lasting bonds. The delicate petals seem to whisper