Read Flower Novels & Stories

The scent of flowers. Lavenders.

Sunflower maybe? Yet wait where petals curl. This clue is so vague. Does he know how many flowers have curled petals? I'll just check all, I guess. I walked towards the closest flower and looked around it. They were Camellias. I looked around it and it and got a pack from it. They were seeds sure enough but not Sunflower seeds. They were Lavender seeds. I opened it to check if there was a poem in it. I pulled it out and read: "Soft fragrance drifts where you may go,

His heart suddenly clenched with pain. Persephone cherished the streets of Flinge, particularly the unknown little colorful and vibrant flowers blooming by the roadside. She claimed these flowers were never seen in Centrolis. After confirming they were unattended, she secretly plucked a bunch and turned them into dried flowers. Each day, she would beam at the flowers with a bright smile.

I need to know that Talon was wrong with what he told me. Carla steps forward with a sigh, she strides towards the flowerpot sitting on the table and lowers herself before it, hands caressing the flower plant that is now growing on it—It's a Queen of the night flower plant. I remember the plant too, it is the one she had brought on the day of Roman's attack. Now that I think of it, does it have a significant meaning?

"Oh my, it was so sweet of you, hijo. Thank you." "You're welcome, Auntie. Honestly, I don't know what flower do you like, so I just ended up searching what flower should I get for recovery. It says that lavenders improves the feeling of a person and that flower is called healing flower." Well mom do like pink tulips, but I like the way he chose the flower he gave. "Oh, I haven't heard of that. But don't worry, I like it so much. Thank you again." He smiled at mom.

Bending over on one knee, Sara carefully placed the flowers in the holes she dug with her own hands to form a circle around the bump of soil, careful not to ruin the roots nor to dig too deep, she didn’t want to ruin the flowers so carelessly when it wasn’t easy to find them in the first place, she spent an hour looking for them, for the wild flowers that the little girl loved so much, and eventually managed to find some lupines, violets, daisies, and clovers.

Freya’s nails, which were cut like daggers, sliced against Cassiopeia's cheek, leaving a visible claw mark. Cassiopeia was bewildered by what Freya was saying. "I don't know what you are talking about. Let me go." "You’re still lying!" Freya gestured at the pale-looking Liam, who was lying on the bed, and teared up. "Liam is only four years old and just had a kidney transplant. How can you be so cruel to him? Aren’t you a mother too?"

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

She said while I held back the smile creeping around my lips Her voice carried a sense of reverence as she spoke, as though each word was imbued with her own experiences and emotions. I found myself entranced by her storytelling, her words weaving a tapestry of meanings and emotions associated with these beautiful flowers. As the conversation continued, we delved deeper into the symbolism of other flowers. She spoke of the delicate elegance of the lily, the vibrant energy of the sunflower, and the quiet resilience of the orchid. Her words painted vivid pictures in my mind, evoking a deep appreciation for the wonders of nature and the messages they carried.