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Edward walked up to a very beautiful flower, purple with a pleasant fragrance. That flower is a Lilac Mate Flower, it only grows in the world of Draciana. It's shaped like most ordinary Lilac flowers, but it's the scent that makes them different from usual. "Fresh," Edward muttered inhaling the scent of the flowers. The refreshing and soothing scent makes him love Lilac Mate flowers. Edward plucked the flower, then smiled faintly. "If I give it to Evelyn, will she like it?" Don't know why Edward's mind immediately went to Evelyn when he saw the flower.

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."

It seems like all the available flowers in the flower shop are placed together. Infinity let the wind blow her hair. With the sunset and the wind, Elroy was stunned to see her like an angel. His very own angel. A memory flashed into him, remembering the same scene years ago at her mother's grave. The wind, the orange sunset, and Infinity. This is the exact scene where he feels and decides that Infinity is the girl for him, and he will marry her. He walked towards Infinity and handed the flowers to her. "In flower language, there are specific messages each flower has. Because there are lots of things I wanted to tell you, they don’t compliment each other anymore.” Elroy said while rubbing the

With a determined yet gentle stride, he ventured into the field, his keen eyes seeking the perfect bloom to present. As he meandered through the sea of wildflowers, the delicate fragrance of the blossoms wafted through the air, leaving a trail of nature's perfume in his wake. The sunlit petals danced in harmony with the wind, creating an ethereal spectacle that framed Liam's silhouette against the picturesque landscape. After a thoughtful search, his fingers delicately traced the contours of a pristine blossom. With a skilled pluck, he liberated the flower from its earthly tether. Cradling the bloom in his hand like a precious gem, he returned to where I awaited, the flower a symbol of the f

When I saw a group of tiny white blossoms trying to break through the thick pine needles covering the ground, I bent down and brushed the pungent needles aside. After selecting a couple, I rubbed my hands together to release the flower's delicious, spicy aroma. I held out my cupped palms to Aric and said, "Here, sniff." He bent forward and took a smell, seeming doubtful. He then stood back up and added, "Spicy." I sniffed my hands again and told him, "It's phlox." "Once upon a time, my father owned a book about wildflowers. I read it about twenty times before he finally agreed to swap it."

The new curtains fluttered lightly in the breeze, bringing a burst of life into the room. Next came the flowers. Brandon visited the local florist daily, selecting fresh blooms to place around the apartment. Roses, lilies, daisies, and tulips filled vases on every available surface. Their sweet scents and vivid colors filled the air, creating an atmosphere of perpetual spring. Brandon found solace in arranging the flowers, in the act of bringing beauty into his home.

She pushed open the door to the flower shop where Hailey worked, a tiny bell jingling above her. The shop was an explosion of colors and scents. Brightly colored blooms filled the space, from sunflowers to roses, orchids to tulips. The air was rich with the fragrance of fresh flowers, creating a soothing contrast to Katherine's excessively raging thoughts. The walls were lined with shelves displaying delicate vases and decorative pots, each meticulously arranged to showcase the vibrant beauty of the flowers within.

“It’s not like that.” “Not like that?” Rhys hissed under his breath, eyes flashing. “Do you have any idea how dangerous this place is? One mistake—” “Rhys.” I stepped closer, lowering my voice. “Please. I’ll explain later. But right now, I need to take the flower.” Rhys blinked. “The—what?” “The flower,” I said quietly. “The one from my mother’s book. She wrote that it only grows near the border.” Rhys blinked. “Your mother wrote about it?”

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

"Do you know its name?" Avery asked as they started planting the flowers together. Crystal shook her head as if she didn't know. "It's freesias, and it's my favorite flower. Even though it was never my favorite until... until Ramos risked his life to get this flower for me from a narrow cliff." Avery said with love-filled eyes but her words froze Crystal in surprise.