Red White Lily の小説・ストーリー

Vera's POV “If you were to choose between moonflowers and lilies, which would you pick?” Cathryn asked, her gaze drifted towards the colorful flowerbeds, as she contemplated which to pick for the upcoming Moon Festival. I was helping out with the preparations because I wanted to stay useful—partly to avoid hiding in the library all the time. “Lilies are preferable—the Easter ones specifically” I replied, “From my previous study on flowers. Lilies symbolize new beginnings and purity.” I said before adding softly, “Alpha Andrews is going to start fresh once he's cured from the cure.”

The stand keeper looked up and stared at Eric's face for a long time. "Miss," Eric snapped his fingers in front of the stand guard's face. "Oh, sorry," the stand guard was surprised, then smiled to cover her nervousness. The girl was actually just daydreaming, admiring Eric's handsome face. "Because the stock of red roses has run out. How about this white lily instead. Eric saw fresh white lilies in a vessel. "Beautiful," said Eric. "Okay, I want those white lilies to melt my lover's heart."

Klara sighed walking towards the lilies. The flower bed has all kinds of lilies including her favourite Madonna lilies. Her pseudonym 'White flower' was derived from these, in memory of Julia and her past. Looking at them made her feel refreshed and she kind of missed painting so much. It's been almost a month since she made new painting and didn't know what happened to the one she painted before getting kidnapped.

Before I knew what I was. Since the attack, the pack house had become sterile and clinical, with healers rushing between rooms and the scent of antiseptic overshadowing everything else. Bringing flowers back would be a small gesture, but sometimes small gestures meant everything. "What about these?" Lilith held up vibrant orange tiger lilies, their petals splashed with dark freckles. "Bold, resilient—very Shadow Pack." Emma wrinkled her nose. "Too aggressive. We want healing vibes, not 'prepare for the next battle' vibes." She picked up delicate white roses instead. "These say peace."

#cemetery# #supernatural world# #Dark magic vs action# Why subject yourself to that screaming banshee? ♥Elena's POV♥ Lilium candidium, the botanical name of white lily which is popularly known as the cemetery plant grew around the graveyard and blossomed into beautiful flowers which symbolized the innocence that has been restored to the soul of the departed. The blossom opened as if each flower were a book-- a book that was more sculpted divinely than written, the ink infusing into the petals to give them their soft glow while the flowers gave a subtle aromatic fragrance to the graveyard.

On the drive over, he told me a sweet story about how happy it made his mother when he picked flowers for her, and sunflowers were her favorite. Now, as I was sitting in front of a small gravestone, I stared at the flower I had brought. Two white lilies. I had looked up what kind of flowers people usually brought to funerals and that’s the flower that came up first. I researched it more and found out that lilies also represented purity, innocence, and rebirth.

I could not back out. I took the pad and wrote and gave Hudson a questioning look, silently asking him what he said to her. “What’s wrong Ellen? Why are you crying?” “Callie, Ellen had told the floweriest to make artificial red roses but she had made it white.” He said flatly. I opened my mouth in astonishment. Ellen looked up and explained. “The red roses signify love and I wanted to decorate the aisle with red roses but it will not happen, as it turned to be white.”

Kay remembered, Thea had something she adored. A stone bracelet. She said it was memories from someone. Thea just said it was a gift from a very important person. Kay had wanted Thea to have something of him for a long time too. It was just that Kay didn't know what to give her, and yesterday, as he was staring down Flame Street, Kay's eyes caught this red-brown color. The ring on Kay's hand gleamed in the candlelight, reminding her of Thea's gaze.

"Here! I'm sure she'd love it." "Wonderful! " The old man let out excitedly and held the bouquet. The bells rang once again and before Emma could turn and look at the visitor she heard the old man. "Child, what are these called?" Asked the man looking at the pink flowers that were surrounding the yellow and red roses. "Ah, these are Calla lilies. They symbolize loyalty and admiration."

“It’s winter, Celine. No one can find lilies at this time.” “I don’t care, Gav. It’s winter in California, but somewhere in the world, it’s summer, where millions of lilies are blooming. I want them on my wedding tables by the hook or by the cook.” I sighed, seeing her being adamant about these damn lilies that were going to be hard for anyone to find in this weather. “You don’t understand how important lilies are for our wedding decoration, do you? Everything had lilies, from my dress to our wedding invitation. And now, in the main event, there is a single lily. People will make fun of me.” “Why lily? Why not some other flowers? There are millions of flowers out there, more beautiful than y