Project Eden's Garden Chapter 2 Novels & Stories

___________________________________________________________________________ Rosemary’s POV I slowly make my way through the garden , my thoughts are everywhere but in this world. As if it is in my second nature , I stroll through the garden letting my body direct me to the way out. My thoughts are on Alexander – the handsome yet scary stranger. Something about him felt familiar , a familiar that made my toes curl in fear and make my heart race with anxiety. A little tinkle brings me back from my day dreaming state – I look to my arms to see the little bunny awake. Well I guess I can not keep calling her bunny , a smile spreads across my face making my nose hurt a bit.

I’m suddenly delirious and in complete agony, as sweat droplets form against my forehead, I’m shaking as the pain hits me wave after wave. Suddenly a vision hits me like the white heat searing my veins, and it’s of Groban and Laya together, he’s hugging her tightly and whispering something into her ear before pulling away and smiling softly at her. He places his hand over her small bump, she’s pregnant that much is certain. He lifts his hand to her and she does the same, I gasp as I narrow in on their hands, they both have the Gaia symbols against their palms. They suddenly place their palms together and energy so magnificent explodes them both, it’s so powerful that I nearly forget to breat

"Have you gotten in contact with Gemi?" "Yes, last night." "Good, so you are more or less caught up." Ages said, papers shuffling could be heard around him as Eden walked to the balcony to be greeted by even more plants all over the walls and railings. Someone is a plant … father. "I am," Eden said, touching a tiny, round leaf as he stared below at the rows of houses in the quiet neighbourhood. The sun touching his skin, right on the tattoos running up his arm all the way to his back, warming him up instantly. "Why?"

The lettuce and accompanying vegetables were barely cooler than room temperature, but everything was still fresh enough to enjoy. Sitting at the counter, he greedily consumed the salad. The bowl was almost empty before his stomach felt satisfied enough for him to slow down and savor each bite. With his need for sustenance satiated, his mind returned to the drone that had all but landed on the center green. He looked out of the window at the spot where the alien regime’s spy equipment had been hovering while he tried to think why the drone would be snapping pictures like it was. It wasn’t in a location that would allow it to see the garden. So, what could it have been looking for?

The next few days were ordinary, but for someone like me, with too much on her plate is exhausting. Throughout each of my classes, I was in a daze, lunch I hardly ate, and in my gardening club, I thought I was cutting the ends of each flower. Still, it turns out I was Morticia from The Addams Family cutting off the flower and eating the petals without realizing it. It was terrifying to the club members that they thought someone had died in my family.

“Just as we plant them and nurture them to grow into beautiful flowers, we must also cultivate our relationships. Each seed is unique, just like each of you.” Together, they began to plant the seeds in the garden, instilling in the children the importance of care and patience. Chloe narrated stories of the peace talks, the challenges they overcame, and how they chose love over conflict. As the seasons changed, so did the kingdom. The gardens flourished, a testament to the bonds that had been nurtured. Chloe and Dean often strolled through the vibrant flora with their grandchildren, who would excitedly point out flowers and plants, asking questions about their history and significance.

Blida whispered to herself. Edward woke up laying down in a garden, filled with beautiful blooming flowers, fruits and vegetables growing perfectly. It was like paradise, mana was flourishing like nothing he had ever seen before. He stood up carefully trying not to damage the grass around him like a conservative child. As his eyes wandered around the mouth watering beauty of the garden he saw a figure standing in front of a fountain.

At the top of the food chain at Eden High. So I bit the inside of my lip until it bled and dug my nails into my palms. All so that I wouldn't let my emotions show, because I knew that all those eyes that were on me weren't friendlies. In fact, I was beginning to think I had no friends here.

“Very good. Let’s go, ladies.” I silently followed the line, my eyes straying to various halls and doors. I didn’t know where they led because they weren’t labeled, but one of them had to lead to the exit. No one had ever escaped from Eden. It was a complex maze that changed. I wanted to escape, but I needed a solid plan. For now, I just want to ditch this male-pleasing class. I opened a random door and entered. The room was dark and smelled of antiseptic. My fingers searched along the wall until I felt the switch. I flipped it and heaved a sigh of relief.

"The island isn't a garden. It's an engine. And someone just started it." (Watch out for Chapter 244) 💬 Add to library | Vote | Comment | Gifts