Ramona Flowers Novels & Stories

Incantations. And, there in the middle of the room was Ramona. Her lips moved silently and her hands were outstretched as she performed a silent and forbidden ritual. Power was coursing through her and magic swirled around her like a living creature. On the ground where she placed candles in a circle were symbols that shone with energy as they fed off something unseen. Something unknown and dark. And as she performed the ritual, someone laid at her feet. Coral. She was lifeless and her eyes were closed shut.

a saleslady said as she approached. She turned and pointed to the necklace she liked. “May I see this one?” she asked, following the saleslady inside. Within a minute, she held the necklace in her hands, examining it carefully. Could this be the gift she would give Ricky's wife? “Miss, do you want others like this?” the saleslady asked. “No, just this one,” Flora Amor replied. “But do you have one with a D in the center?” “Sorry, ma’am. We have other pendants with D, but they’re not heart-shaped.”

Because the garden was decorated with fairy lights and flowers. On the ground it was written HAPPY BIRTHDAY TARA with night glowing flowers which she loves. Before anyone could say anything a loud noise caught their attention and they all looked at the sky. There was a HAPPY BIRTHDAY TARA and it glowed like a firecracker. After that it started to crack and the dark sky became lightened. Shayari was totally shocked and amazed she had no words to say. Her tears were not Stopping at all. But the difference was that she was crying in happiness not in sadness. For a change and that too because of Aarhan.

It was—just more thoughtful than I would have imagined Zac to be. Zac looked at me again. He licked his lips. "Why did you get named after a flower?" He peered at me with warm eyes—filled with curiosity and intrigue. I had never seen that from him before. I looked at him for a second before looking back at the road. I smiled faintly. "Uh—jasmines were my mom's favourite flowers." I exhaled sharply, keeping my eyes trained on the road. "They were my, the flower he got on all her birthdays and other holidays. She loved them—so when I was born, I got the name."

James continued, “In ancient werewolf mythology, the Silver Moonflower was associated with lunar deities and werewolf rituals. It was believed that the flower’s essence could enhance a werewolf’s powers and connection to the moon.” Anne added, “The Silver Moonflower’s enchanting fragrance is said to have a calming effect on werewolves, soothing their instincts during the full moon’s intense influence.” Their presentation flowed smoothly, captivating the audience with the mystical allure of the Silver Moonflower. Mrs. Ramirez nodded in approval, impressed by their imaginative approach and thorough research into werewolf folklore. Hero continued, “The Starlight Blossom is known for its lumines

I take a peek into the water and see that there are pink, white, and yellow water lilies floating around in the water. "How can I help you folks," The lady asks and I detect a bit of a southern accent. She wipes her hands with a yellow cloth and Klara takes a step towards her. "I'm looking for Ipomoea," Klara says and the lady nods in understanding. "This way," she says and leads us past a green curtain that leads to another door. She opens the door and when we step in I realize that it's a greenhouse. She has rows of foxgloves, ranges of different colors of roses running down one row, and other various species flowers. She leads us down the flower aisle and in doing so she holds out her han

She walked to a store to get water. "Ma'am, give me a bottle of water. Here's your money." Ariande handed the money over to the lady. The storekeeper went in to get the bottled water. "Thanks." Ariande appreciated and left the store. Ariande saw a mansion. The mansion was fabulous. Its exterior design was splendid. Soon, her eyes darted towards a bill board. It reads: A maid is urgently needed. Apply in person. Ariande immediately knocked on the huge gate. A man in his middle forties opened the gate.

Just his eyes burning into mine. He was for a fourteen year old. I let him into my life, he held on the bumpy ride. I put up my first flower on the wall that day, next to a butterfly. It was a rose.

When viewed from a greater distance, it appears as though you are looking at the flawless surface of a solid block of jade that is free of any blemishes or imperfections. The refined fragrance of lotus flowers permeated the entire space; the luxurious aesthetic that was exhibited in the room was in complete contrast to the sophisticated aroma of the flowers. The aroma is soothing like a fairy gently stroking the aching hearts of those who are in pain. The aroma of lotus flowers that was wafting around reminded Miren of her mother, and she gave a small snort in response. When she was alive, her mother had a soft spot in her heart for lotus flowers. Whenever there is a season dedicated to lotu

He lowered the window pane and looked at his lady love. She was murmuring Hanuman chalisa (a sacred hymn of Hanuman, a Hindu god believed to be immortal and gives protection to the ones who remembers him in the time of problem and misery) and moving slowly and was actually bribing god to help her out today and then she will take care of her car from next day.... Rudra chuckled and that was when Sakshi stopped with her murmuring and looked sideways.... She was stunned to see him in front of herself....