Quirk Cherry Blossom Novels & Stories

"You have no idea. The peony I had in my room died the other day and she threw a funeral for it." He raised an eyebrow at me. "That peony survived all this time?" I blushed slightly. "It is the flower of prosperity in China, isn't it?" He regarded me with a satisfied half smile. "Yes, it is." I pushed my hair over my shoulder, looking up at the treetops. "Do you think it's going to rain? The sky's looking pretty dark." Eric looked up as well. "Seems that way," he muttered. "Nova!" He called. "We can come back for the ants

I questioned, pulling my Druidic rod from my bag. “Not exactly. We have to go to the riverbed and source for damp soil.” Aerin pointed out. “We need Green Jade, Winter Cherry roots...” “Winter Cherry?” I had never heard of that plant before. I didn’t think that Grandma Rose would have it in her pantry.

The Goddess did really put in her all when she was creating them. As we wandered deeper into the orchard, we came across a grove of cherry blossoms, their delicate pink petals fluttering like confetti in the wind. Carlos's eyes were filled with passion as he explained the significance of each flower. But most times I was busy being marveled by the beauty of the flower to listen.

he looked at the people around him and curled his eyes with a smile, as he handed the trophy back to Ash, "so this trophy is still to be given to you. You are the eternal number one." Ash couldn't help but break his performance. He tugged his mate hand with a smile and commented, "It's so naive." "No," Alex said he did not accept it, "very mature and very mature. Will it be okay ?" "Okay." Ash stopped refuting, but asked instead, "What are you going to do next?" "The flowering period of the cherry blossoms has recently arrived. Let's go and see it for a while," Alex asked sideways about Ash opinion,

“Brat, what did you say?” “Looks like you’re still young and stupid. The cherry blossom stems from Heaven’s Sanctum!” Yang Xiao repeated each word clearly! There were even more unfriendly eyes around, and some people even approached them. "Foreigner, what did you say?" “You dare insult our national flower?” “D*mmit!” “Are you crazy, Yang Xiao?” Gong Ling’er stomped her feet, her face red. The cherry blossom was the national beauty of Japan. This was the knowledge he had learned in primary school geography textbooks. It was basic knowledge, wasn't it?

He had planted them in the fourth spring, and he had said: "These trees will outlast us. That is the point." In the twelfth spring, the quince trees were taller than Don. They had the characteristic crooked shape of mature quince, the twisted branches that looked irregular until you understood that the irregularity was the tree's strategy for supporting heavy fruit. The blossoms in April were pale pink, almost white, not the flamboyant pink of the ornamental cherry but the modest pink of a fruit tree that did not need to impress. Ernest had learned to love the quince blossoms for their modesty.

The taste was unmistakable and guided my lips into a smile after I carefully spat the pit into my hand. "You like those, don't you?" She chuckled. Even with my eyes blindfolded, I could tell that the smile on her face was warm and coming from the heart. "There are over a thousand types of cherries but only one which I truly like." "Bing, Rainier, Morello?" She started to name the most popular cherry types. Though it wasn't the small red drupe which fascinated and tempted me the most. The hint of floral undertones, like a rich bouquet of blossoms that enhanced the overall aroma, promising the sweetest taste of all, was poised right across the table to me. In flesh and bones. So, I shook my he

Nox rolled her eyes at me, "You got it IN the gardon!" "No! I'm saying he should smell like the mark on--Wait, what?!" I gasped in shock. "I smell like your favorite flower?!" That's what Kirsch said. "Lycoris Radiata is red spider lily?!" That's what I said. "And Taran smells like it, too." And that's what Nox said.

Ethan said. She groaned. "You’re impossible." "You’re the one who dragged me into a fake marriage, so forgive me if I’m not thrilled about cake tasting like we’re in love." Ethan retorted angrily. His words were sharp, and they cut deeper than he probably intended. Aria looked away, her jaw clenched tight. The fourth cake was Cherry Blossom Chiffon – soft pink layers with a floral essence and a hint of strawberry. "It's... actually quite nice," Aria said slowly, surprise coloring her voice.

I’d just survived the ‘Public Display of Lip-lock Disaster’, and now I was about to play ‘Guess What the Man Who Could Kill Me in Six Seconds Doesn’t Know About Me’. Knox didn’t even pretend to refuse. He lounged back, one arm draped over the backrest, his gaze fixed on me. “Go ahead, Little Cherry. Make me curious.” He murmured, enough to make it sound like a fuckin’ dare. I shot him a narrow-eyed smile. “Alright. Something you don’t know about me…” I said putting on my best thoughtful face. “Hmm… here is one, when I was twelve, I got chased by a goose for stealing its bread.”