Ramona Flowers Novels & Stories

“Ramona, I think it’s better not to talk about such things on such an occasion.” Ramona snorted in Sylvia’s direction and continued, “Why? If she has the guts to show up here, then I can say whatever I want.” Lily also frowned. “Aunt Ramona, this is grandfather’s event, I think it’d be better if you stop.” Their little squabble had silenced the crowd and everyone was now looking at them, baffled. Master Springsteen asked solemnly, “What are you guys talking about?” Ramona immediately answered, “Master Springsteen, didn’t you know? Sunflower here is not what she seems. Her name is Sylvia Ross and she’s my grand-nephew’s ex-wife.”

Adolph took note, “Why?” “Because of how much the Rosa multiflora, mahoe, and the winter daphne resemble the oleander flower,” she said seriously. “It would be like wishing doom upon the wedding to use any of them and they’re staples in most varieties of petal jams! They aren’t used in any jam eaten at a wedding as far as I know.”

“Nana, the azaleas on either side of the road to the hilltop have bloomed. Let’s go see them.” Callum could hear Serenity’s voice. “Are those flowers, azaleas?” That was his esteemed wife speaking. Camryn was the owner of a flower shop, but she used to be blind. She knew a variety of flowers but had never seen them. After regaining her sight, she was relearning the flowers, but there were simply too many species. She could not commit them to memory in one go. Yesterday on the way back to the manor when they drove up the hill, she saw the beautiful blooms by the roadside, but could not tell what species without a closer look.

*** Romaine was still debating if what she saw earlier at Thalia’s garden were real or just a phantom caused by the black rose’s influence. A dozen of black-colored roses identical to a Black Peruvian Rose were growing in Thalia’s rosarium. Though there are black flowers that are quite popular here in Ireland such as the black dahlias and the Queen of the Night tulips, Romaine was still in doubt that the flowers she saw was in any way a Black Peruvian Rose. Considering that the latter has silver linings along the petals’ edges, much like the flower she saw earlier before she left her neighbor’s English-style house.

Wherever she is, she’s sure of one thing: this place is not for humans. Even though she's ignorant of so many things, they don't need to tell her everything just to know something. “Am I d-dead?” she asked without even thinking again while looking at her surroundings. In the place where they were standing, there were a variety of flowers of which she knew a few because of her grandmother. Ipomoea alba, also called moonflower or tropical white morning glory, blooms only in the late afternoon until night.

She trailed, getting up on her feet. “Your new bride couldn't give you what you wanted, right?” Ramona with her evil smirk on her face didn't even take a second to move towards where I stood, then her eyes accessed me. “You need my touch, just admit it,” Ramona said, placing her hands on my shoulders. I wasn't going to allow her to play with my head. “Stop Ramona, I'm not in the mood,” I replied, and before I knew what was happening, she leaned in so close, our bodies touched each other.

I murmured. Ronan wasn’t the kind of man who did things out of the kindness of his heart. There was always an angle, always a reason behind every move he made. This one was probably to win me over. It very much confused me though. He took out the dead ones carefully and placed the fresh flowers in the vase. He had already made them ready to be put in the vase. The new bouquet was beautiful. It had roses, lilies, and some purple wildflowers I couldn’t name.

I couldn’t hold back my tears at the sight of my own body. I stepped forward and gently brushed my hand over my face. The faint trace of tears still lingered on my skin. Before I could fully process what was happening, Lucas lunged toward me, frantically clearing away the flowers around my body. His voice was shaking, almost desperate. “Clara has asthma... there can’t be flowers in the house. The pollen will make her sick. Why would you surround her with flowers?”

She was happy to see Rondolf. Rondolf knelt in front of Rula. "I'm sorry, Rula." "You don't need to apologize." Rula tries to mess things up. "You're here," she muttered again. Rondolf gave Rula a flower. "Its name is Pynbeans." Rula frowned in disbelief. "So? What does this have to do with our meeting today?" "Pynbeans only grow in the Wolfsbane fields." Rondolf tugged at Rula's hand. He gave the flower. "Wolfsbane is a restricted area for all werewolves. It's killing us."

‘There are such places’ ivory wondered, she looked at the second mission and had the urge to laugh now she knew why literarily no one picked the two mission. The second mission was about bringing a rare running plant named blohy, it was a weird name, catching blohy was next to impossible for phase one-three to catch them. A phase four could but it would expend his energy and they were basically no use to them so phase four and above never caught them. ‘What if I fail the mission or if I bring herbs from there’ ivory asked. ‘No problem then, it’s just that you’ll be charged for using the portal’ the guy answered.