Purple Hibiscus:a Novel Novels & Stories

The woman’s smile deepened slightly. “Then you should get her these,” she said, reaching for a bouquet of fresh roses and placing them carefully on the counter. Damien looked at them, then nodded slowly. But his gaze didn’t stop there. He glanced to the side, noticing another set of flowers. “And those?” he asked. “Hibiscus,” the woman replied. “Bright. Soft. They stand out without trying too hard.” Damien considered that for a second. “They look good,” he said.

She closed the door behind her slowly. The apartment was still. Not quiet — still. Air too heavy. The smell of something floral. Faint. Sweet. Wrong. Her eyes drifted to the bookshelf. The flower was back. No — flowers, plural. Five of them now. Each bloom a different color. Crimson. Violet. Cerulean. Pale gold. Ink black. All curling from different books, petals growing like they’d always belonged there. Sea Glass Psalms. The Edge of Dusk. Forgotten Bodies. Every book Aria had buried a piece of herself in — every one of them blooming with impossible color. A spectrum of memories. Of lovers.

It fit her the way things fit people they were not made for, swamping the shoulders, the sleeves rolled multiple times at the wrists, and she had pulled it down as far as it would go as though maximizing the coverage of it. Her hair had come free from whatever she had fastened it in and spread across the pillow. Not the flat mousy brown Reineck's report had described, not in this light. Something richer, the low ambient light of a room in the small hours doing what low light did to colors that had been suppressed during the day, finding the undertones, the warmth that the harsh practical light of interrogation had apparently not revealed. Something reddish. Hinting at it. The kind of color t

They were so soft and demure. “They are tropical hibiscus.” “I know...” I said, breathless. My eyes were glued to their petals. “They are my favorite...” I was so fascinated by their beauty. I was almost hypnotized by them. “I’m glad you like them. Ms. Perry doesn’t like flowers. She hates it.” “What?” I looked at him in disbelief. “Why would she hate it when they are so beautiful?” I turned my head to the flower whose color is dandelion for the outside and reddish color for its inside.

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Hold Me Close (A Heron’s Landing Novella) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2016, 2017, 2020 by Iris Morland Cover design by Qamber Designs

Slightly mature content in this chapter. Author's pov In her bedroom Tithi was sitting on the couch and intently looking at Anah whose eyes were fixed on her sketchbook. The room was silent except the little blabbering of the third member who was present in the room…. A 2 years old Ena who was sitting beside Anah and blabbering in her cute voice with the barbie doll in her hand. There were maids and them in the house . Randeep was in h

Xen nodded in agreement. at first, Lisate thought that she would help the hybrids with what they wanted and survived. She never thought about dying at that age.she wanted to grow up and have a family and die when it was necessary time to. But all she thought about was running out of this mansion of hybrids. She wanted to run far away where she couldn't be found easily. Xen looked at the girls uneasiness. he felt potty for her. He also didn't like the idea of the girl who was reminding her of Merisa dying, the girl who she was just falling for dying.

Even though she belonged to a well-to-do family but never in her life she was welcomed into such aristocracy. Slowly she moved around the bed and her bare feet touched the soft comfy rug places on the floor. Her eyes closed feeling the warmth and softness beneath her feet. She sat on the rag instead of lying on the bed and looked through the window. There was a hill far away from the mansion. There were two large trees in front of her room and an arch of Bougainville. It was purple. She doesn't know how long she was looking at all those things and drifted to sleep on the rug itself.

she shook her head as she poured the purple liquid into two tiny glasses . "These are not white hibiscus .Though they look extremely similar.These are Snow Frost flowers .They only grow in -10 degree Celsius. In our kingdom in top of mountains .That too only some mountains "Snow frost ?.I have heard this word before .My mom used to make all sorts of experiments inside the castle and she would write all the ingredients and things she needed on a piece of paper and tell me to go give it one of the guards .I have seen the name Snow Frost a few times . "So what are we waiting for .Let's drink it "She handed me two petals of the flower and she took 2 for herself.She put it slowly in her drink and

The moon suddenly turned purple, Sharmaine called for the purple-haired girl to appear, a power that Sharmaine had hidden and didn't want to use. Nanami Vincent surprise. Sharmaine flew high, purple moonlight covered Sharmaine like that time. Her whole body became a purple light. Sharmaine's hair turned purple, and her eyes also turned purple. This is what Neva looks like. "Neva?" The purple haired girl walked over to Sharmaine, she smiled, and extended her finger, Sharmaine also extended her hand. Two fingers touched, Sharmaine appeared, Neva appeared. "What? You want to fight Neva right?" Sharmaine wiped the blood from her lips, her eyes purple like gems.