Riddle Flower Novels & Stories

I straightened my posture, adjusting the red roses in my hand, as I smiled at them. "Good morning ladies," I greeted, "Can I help you find something special today?" One of them came closer, her gaze lingering on the delicate orchids in front. "We're looking for something... unique," she purred, her voice laced with a playful undertone. "Ah, a challenge," I replied, my eyes sparkling. "Perhaps these stargazer lilies? Their fragrance is intoxicating, perfect for a night out."

“Today, Calliyah and I are excited to share with you our research on the Enchanted Moonflower, a flower steeped in mystery and legend.” “The Enchanted Moonflower,” Calliyah continued, “is a nocturnal bloom that only unfurls its petals under the soft glow of the full moon. Its ethereal beauty is enhanced by its shimmering silver petals, which seem to dance in the moonlight, casting a spell of enchantment on those who behold it.”

the flower countered. "I told you, I am his friend, not a stranger!" "So you are his sweetheart?" "I am his friend!" "Ah, so you are Rucif’s lover! We knew it!" the magical flower cried out. "Rucif’s lover has arrived!" The flower began to blow its petals like a trumpet. Other blossoms joined in, unfurling their petals at the sight of her. "Rucif's girlfriend?" another plant whispered. "Yes, he said she is his heart's desire!"

I touched a particular flower, I am ignorant of the name and I don't wish to ask her about it, it would look embarrassing to me so I kept it to myself. "Sir this flower you are admiring is called a desert rose or an impala lily, it got a nice fragrance and ladies love it as well, the smell is also relaxing for our kinds." "I see." Was just the two words that left my mouth at least I know the name. "Yes sir, do you need me to get some flowers like this when you are about to leave?" She asked avoiding looking at me. "I guess so." "Noted Alpha." "I want to sit here a little, get me a brand of wine that is good and expensive, I would love to have it here," I ordered her.

Fia hooked Conrad’s neck with her arms and gave him a pretty, innocent smile. Conrad quickly carried her downstairs and brought her to their backyard. He pointed at a chrysanthemum and asked, “Do you know what flower this is?” “Aww, Conrad. I’m no idiot. That’s a chrysanthemum,” Fia answered sweetly, as though all those heartaches and tragedies that she had been through had never happened. Letting out a sigh of relief, Conrad said, “Yes, it’s a chrysanthemum. Do you still remember that I can't differentiate the scent of flowers?”

They saw the monster hit its head on the water as the wave reach their feet. “Those flowers,” Geuron uttered looking at the corner on their right side. “What are those red flowers? Why are they only clogged in one place?” Niffa ask. “It’s called equinox flower. I have never seen one in the kingdom or in our way. I don’t know why Merfoy warned us about it.”

Massaging her temples with her fingers, she mumbled, “Think, Siena, think…! What exactly did Grandpa mean? There must be a clue….” Had Adalfo ever given her any clue or hint? She knew Adalfo loved planting flowers, but it seemed that there was nothing special with every flower planted by Adalfo in this greenhouse. She rubbed her hands onto her jeans, trying to brush the dirt off. Then she took out her cellphone from her pocket. “Amaryllis….” She typed the flower name into the search engine. The results were various definition and history about the red and white-colored flower, but what was the correlation to Adalfo’s inheritance?

When there’s finally a lull in drink orders, I walk over to Cassandra. “Hey, Cass, can I ask you something?” “Sure you can,” she says while wiping down the bar. “You love plants and gardening and all that jazz; could you tell me what flower this is?” I ask, pulling out my phone and showing her a picture of the flowers Jartre sent me. She glances at the picture and smiles, “Oh, those are beautiful! Those are called aster. Did someone give those to you?” “My boyfriend did,” I say, beam with pride, even though calling Jartre my boyfriend feels weird.

They swirled gently from left to right, and then forward and backward, like a shy bride dancing. The flower was Roksolana's favorite of all the flowers blooming around. And some of those flowers include the Lilly, the red rose, the hibiscus, the coneflowers, the daisy, and the sunflowers. There was also the milkweed which attracts butterflies and other wildlife around it. All of which any other lady wouldn't mind gazing at. All but Roksolana. Even her maids sometimes asked her why she loved the flowers so much.

I asked. Cade sighed and looked at me. "Well for starters, that flower is not just a plant. It's a weapon and Emilia has an entire field full of it."