Purple Hibiscus Book Novels & Stories

I was fascinated by the little plant lying at the back of the hibiscus. I had never noticed it, nor had I seen it in reality; I had only read about it in books. I happily rushed inside to get one of my books on plants. I couldn't find it where I thought I kept it, so I, too, had searched diligently until she found it. I opened the book and looked for the plant. I studied its nature and lifespan, and just then I remembered that it was almost one hour past; I needed to wake Willow up, as she had been sleeping since. It was time for her lunch.

She left them and walked straight towards their classroom. “Another boring day,” she whispered to herself as she sat. She put her bag and get the book which she covered with another design to hide the real title of the book. The book was called “My Journey Beyond My Imagination”. It was written by Lilia Desaix, it’s the reason why Clandes covered the book. Bulwarkians were not allowed to read or use any artworks of Desaix. Desaix was known as a criminal, they killed a lot of humans since they are vampires and witches. But, it cannot be denied that they are talented.

I glanced at him and watched him intently. “They weren’t in medical books and records. Only your clan’s documents but they’re just classified as special features, nothing more,” he elaborated, “Until I reached the sacred myths books.” “There’s not an exclusive story about purple eyes per se,” Sebastian points at the book on my hand, “But there’s an entire section that mentioned a group of people who also have purple eyes.” My eyes dropped on the pages of the book I was holding while he rambled, “That’s not exactly a good starting point, I thought. Then it mentioned that they also have somewhat magical abilities themselves.”

Chapter 11 Love As Joe hangs there, half way through the moonhole in the ceiling, with his shoulders in the air garden, his eyes fixed upon the vibrant purple flower glowing serenely in the dim light, he finds himself captivated by its ethereal beauty. Each delicate petal seems to sparkle in harmony with the beautiful serenity of the airgarden, casting a mesmerizing spell upon his senses. The rich hue of the orchid hybred reminds him of Nerissa, its vibrant shade echoing the enchanting presence she holds in his heart.

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.

A mistake, she would later think, but in that moment, it felt like an invitation. The moment her finger completed the circuit of the strange symbol, the book flew from her hands, not falling, but hovering in the air before her. It snapped open, pages whipping in a silent, furious storm. Then, from the center of the vortex, smoke began to pour forth, not grey, but deep, bruised purple. It coalesced, thickened, and took shape.

Michael's pov - As I sit in my office, surrounded by the trappings of success, my thoughts drift towards Tuberose. It has been two months since her book was published, and its impact on my life has been nothing short of remarkable. My business has soared to new heights, and her words have resonated with millions of readers worldwide. The book has become a sensation, selling three million copies in just two months, making it the best-selling book of all time. I owe a debt of gratitude to Tuberose for this incredible achievement.

She continued on washing the dishes so she could rest herself. He didn’t even wait for her to respond, he just went there himself, hugging himself from the cold breeze and hit her up once more. ‘Will be waiting’. Rojean went to the living room area to catch up on the series she was currently watching and wanted to clear her mind first before going to bed with Lucas. As she got further into an episode, she got bored and pulled out her phone to see Sei’s notes and whatnot, information she can surely get something out of. “Sei is gone either way,” she told herself. “They’ll find out soon enough when they notice she's been missing in action lately. I can’t possibly live her life forever. At leas

He swiftly turns his head to me and say, "You know the identification of these flowers?" I nod, "Its botanical name is Viburnum Macrocephalum. I presume you found them as rounded, vase-shaped shrubs. Deciduous in winter and evergreen otherwise. The color of the hydrangeas are influenced by the soil pH. I see you have a vibrant pink hydrangea there, which indicates a high pH, or alkaline soil." I think to myself again, "Alkaline substances tend to have pH up to 14, very basic." Woo hoo! The botanical research and pH studies on plant germination have come to use.

Getting down to the third type of herb written in the book which can be used in neutralizing poisons, it sounded kind of familiar in my head like I'd heard about it before, but then I couldn't remember. “Witches terror: a spooky herb that can be used to neutralize a special kind of intoxicating poison which can change the color of the eyes and the usual color of the veins from green to purple” I read to the end of the sentence and my jaw dropped immediately. “Oh my God, this is it! This is what I've been looking for! Yes!” I slammed the book shut, taking a minute to celebrate the finding that I made. “Oh, no, no, no, this is not the time to celebrate, let's do this later” Reality dawned on m