Rindou Flower Novels & Stories

Just his eyes burning into mine. He was for a fourteen year old. I let him into my life, he held on the bumpy ride. I put up my first flower on the wall that day, next to a butterfly. It was a rose.

Rula knows how to seduce. Just for the sake of a magical flower? Rula was sure that some idiot in the coastal capital Ondalle Haven would want to buy a single flower at a high price. She can pay off her debts. Then, live comfortably with the rest of the money. Rula stood on her tiptoes, her lips trying to reach Rondolf's ear. The woman whispered, “Give me the three bunches and the seeds. I will serve you all night.” She gave a gentle blow on Rondolf's slender neck.

' Hai Rin tilts her head a little while she lost in her own thought. Hearing a sound from the door, Xin Me turn her body back. She saw Hai Rin face full of questions. She smiles and approaching her. "You plant this flower?" she asks. Back to reality, Hai Rin nodded her head slowly. "You like this Lilies and Hydrangeas?" she nodded again. "It's beautiful. Treasure it well." she walks past her and close the sliding door. A moment later, Hai Rin tilts back her head and squint her eyes a little.

Yet close. Down the mountain, flickering torches marked the village, the hunter was back and the story was spreading. “The meadows are this way,” Ronan said, pointing. “We move fast and quietly.” The Sanguine Root’s blood-red roots glowed softly by moonlight. The Moon-Petal was harder to find, a small, silver-white flower blooming only at night. They gathered quickly, shaken by every shadow.

“It promotes fertility. Rebecca requested me to get her some and start drying it into a tea for her after the wedding and mating ceremony.” “Ah.” I literally couldn’t say anything else. I was close to wolfing out with blind jealousy over Rebecca and Ronan being intimate. Wait. What? Marni rattled on as she scoured the ground, intent on her task. “Keep an eye out for a cluster of small, white, tubular flowers. The stems will be sticky and hairy. If you see a cluster of yellow or purple, it’s the same Genus, but a different species.” “White flowers. Understood,” I said.

“I’ve read in one book that this type of flower can kill you if it scratches your hand. Thankfully, it was only a small wound and we don’t have to really worry about it.” “Really? No wonder it somehow looks familiar to me.” “It was a known ingredient of a poison. I think it’s called… Thorn Flower?” “Thorn Flower?” Wasn’t that exactly the herb that I asked Rizza to look for? The same herb that can help the Fairy Clan?

Chapter Twenty-Six: The Prince's First Kiss Silas The place looked beautiful with different kind of flowers. Some of them looked like what we had on Earth, but I couldn't recognize some. What I find fascinating are some black flowers. In Eldoria, there are black roses and tulips. I could hear the faint sound coming from the party outside. I looked up and saw the sky. There is only an hour left before night comes.

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.”

Take this very rare plant, for instance. Ileana had noticed the small movement away from her, and her lips curled in a gently mischievous smile. She followed him quickly to a staging platform, where a shocking pink spray of flowers glowed hotly. ‘This is Doritaenopsis “Malibu Gold” - allied to the genus of Paphiopedila .’ Bevis’s rolling Scottish burr seemed to soften when he talked of his orchids, Ileana noticed. How sweet it was. She began to feel quite jealous of the fabulous flowers around her. Now, if only she could get

“I didn’t tear the doll apart, Alpha, but I did notice some strange red flowers inside the box. They had a terrible smell.” “Flowers?” I repeated, my brows drawing together. “Describe them.” “They were small, rare, red with yellow stamens. It looks like a sculpted flower,” she said, scratching her head. “I had never seen anything like them before. I meant to ask about them but forgot later.” Sculpted flower but natural. Middlemist Red Camellia. It had to be. The rarest flower in the territory. I pulled out my phone, searched for a picture, and held it up to her. “Did they look like this?”