Red White Lily Novels & Stories

“L-Lucifer? I-I can't see anything.. L-Luci— I moved my hands to find something I can hold on to when the lights turned on again. The white LED lilies a while ago turned purple and the pathways seemed to glitter. “Wow..” I mumbled while admiring the flowers as I took steps. It’s as if I’m walking in a wonderland that I’ve been wishing to go to back when I was just a kid. I looked forward and saw a pavilion five meters away from where I am. It has lighted red roses sophisticatedly crawling up on its every column and in the middle of that pavilion is a round table with candle lights and two bottles of red wine placed beautifully above it.

"I don't want the grape vines to die." I pitied these vines, which seemed worthless to outsiders. I pitied myself too, who seemed worthless to outsiders. At midnight, Kash sent me home. I stood in the yard for a long time. There were many flowers planted here, almost all of which Jeffrey liked. I picked these flowers in turn and packed them. The tulip was planted after Jeffrey saw the wonderful colors it had. The Daisy, representing purity and love, was brought back by Jeffrey after watching a ballet performance. The Sunflower, with its vitality, was given by Jeffrey when he went to the amusement park.

“Let’s hope love wins out in the end.” Lily sure hoped so. And if there was any way she could help her friends obtain the last pearl, she would. “You know what a white pearl signifies, don’t you?” Rose questioned, smiling again. Lily watched up, happy to change to a lighter topic. “I don’t know much about pearls, to be honest.” Rose’s smile stretched. “Maybe that’s why it chose you. White is for innocence. Beauty. Purity.” Everyone agreed as if they agreed, and Lily just about melted into her seat. Did they really mean her?

Lalisa pushed his hand away, but Louis wrapped his hand around hers and continued adjusting the flower crown on her head. Lalisa pulled away again, and Louis wrapped it back. After a few rounds, Lalisa decided to let him adjust the flower crown on her head as he pleased. “I am the water lily in the golden meadow, the lily of the valley in the valley,” York Lena stood before the officiant, holding up a red-colored book. The words inside the book, originally rigid, sounded emotional when she read them, creating a deeply romantic atmosphere.

She looked confused. Lilly takes a good look at the corsage. “White Orchid represents the feelings of passion and love. It's like trying to say my feelings are true, regretting every mistake he had done to you and this time he meant it” Lilly stated as she counted the number of stalks. “And fifteen stalks mean I'm sorry.” She added. Anna chuckled softly, amused by listening to the meaning of the flower, she really doesn't have any idea from where Ibrahim learned cheesy things like this. “Do you think he meant it this time?” Anna's shoulders were hunched together.

They saw a White, red, yellow and purple lilies which were separated from each other. The lilies were arranged in patterns. Elena got mesmerised and slowly walks closer to the lilies. She sees a writing on each of the different lilies. For the white lily it symbolises purity, the red lily symbolises passion, the yellow lily symbolises thankfulness and the purple lily symbolises pride, success, dignity, admiration and accomplishment. All theses were written down on each of the colorfully lilies. Sunlight rays shone on the four lilies making them blossom up. Immediately four seeds appeared at each lily and merging together a strange tiny figure appeared.

I’m past caring. On my way out, I stop by the florist on the corner. The place smells like memory and heartbreak, a riot of color and perfume. I scan the options, fingers hovering over the usual suspects—roses, peonies, chrysanthemums—before settling on the lilies. White, pure, funereal. Perfect. “Can I help you?” the girl behind the counter asks. “I’d like a bouquet of white lilies,” I say, keeping my voice light. “Nothing too cheerful.”

While our herb collection was impressive by most pack standards, the Alpha’s garden married both form and function. The centerpiece was a large water installation, a fountain surrounded by nodding, bell-shaped flowers in brilliant shades of yellow, orange, and red. I stepped closer, unable to resist the pull of their vibrant beauty. “Lilium canadense,” I murmured. “Canada lily.” I picked a sprig of the blooms, holding them in my hand. Feeling a surge of confidence, I turned back to Draven. “These are symbols of strength, commitment, and new beginnings,” I said, carefully tucking the stem inside Draven’s vest pocket.

I watched the director explain this and drew a conclusion. I was to wear the white gown embedded with precious stones and I was given a white lily bouquet. They were fresh and extremely soft, I couldn’t help sniffing them. The process of the makeup and dress up didn’t take too long so as I waited for the show to progress I took out my phone from my purse and decided to find out what white lilies represent. “Purity and rebirth” Over the hasty movements in the back stage where I was, my voice sounded shallow as I read on. “Often used for both weddings and funerals”

She stepped outside to pick up the bread delivery left at the small wooden crate near the door. But her steps froze. Right in the center of the doorway lay a single white lily. Pristine. Carefully placed. Almost elegant. But to Elara, it felt like a noose tightening around her throat. Her fingers shook violently as she crouched. The scent of the flower drifted up—soft, almost sweet—but it felt like poison filling her lungs. Only one person used to give her lilies. He used to say they were “symbols of purity,” even when his hands bruised her skin. Even when his voice controlled her every breath. Even when he locked her away from the world.