Novel & Cerita Rindou Flowers

“Just as it should be, and it will be, every day of your life from now on.” My limbs turn to water. He’s got me in the palms of his hands and he knows it. He can smell my arousal and see the dreamy expression on my face. “Want to see the plants before we get too carried away?” His comment throws me for a loop and endears him to me. “You’ve got me curious.” He helps me stand and shows me several of his plants. Flowering quince. Bleeding hearts. Foamflowers. I had no idea these plants even existed. Their fragrance makes my senses swim, and he cuts flowers from each plant to give to me.

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.

Isandra POv The gardens of Gravemire were… beautiful. In the "I could die here and it would smell nice" kind of way. Vines twisted around ancient arches. Flowers glowed in strange, soft pulses. A stone fountain in the center poured silver water, and enchanted butterflies the size of my hand flitted through the air like they were high on glitter and chaos. Lila danced ahead of me, practically skipping between rosebushes and carnivorous shrubs. "Okay! So this one.." she pointed to a cluster of blood red flowers with teeth in the petals, "...will absolutely melt your tongue off. Don’t sniff it."

His voice carried authority, but it was still threaded with sorrow. “It is time,” he said. “We will proceed with the receiving.” I didn’t know what was expected of us to do, as I had never attended such a thing, but Ines quickly whispered in my ear. We exited the cars, and several pack members stepped forward, each holding a woven basket. Inside lay dozens of deep crimson flowers called “flame petals,” the sacred bloom that grew only along the northern ridge of our territory. They were rare and stubborn flowers, blooming brightest in harsh conditions, surviving frost and wind alike. They symbolized endurance, strength, and unbending leadership.

"Great grandpa, look at these beautiful flowers!" Nicole saw the flowers in Lana's hand. Her lips twitched slightly. Those were rare peonies, and it was extremely hard to cultivate them in San Joto, yet Lana had just plucked them like this! "Lana..." Nicole wanted to explain the significance of these flowers to Lana and educate her not to do this again. However, Mr. Riddle Sr. spoke before her. "These flowers are truly beautiful, Lana. Do you like them?" he asked. "Yes!" Lana nodded vigorously and looked at the flowers with a big smile.

Had the red-haired woman given them names? Gianna closed her eyes and tried to recall those images from that night. The flowers had been unusual, with petals that seemed to shimmer in the torchlight. Some had been purple with gold centers. Others had been white with veins of silver running through them. There had been vines with leaves that felt almost warm to the touch. The red-haired woman had pointed to one in particular. A flower with deep red petals and a black center that looked almost like an eye. "This one is called Heartbloom," she had said, her voice reverent. "It can heal the deepest wounds. It can cure poisons. It can restore what has been broken."

These flowers, delicately attached to pearls for added weight, were tossed into the open windows of the carriage as a symbol of admiration and luck. The oxyplant flowers, known for their luminescent beauty and enchanting fragrance, filled the carriage with a captivating aura. Each blossom boasted an array of vibrant colors, ranging from azure blues to coral pinks, captivating the senses of the princesses. The delicate petals shimmered as they caught the dappled light filtering through the water, casting an ethereal glow within the carriage. The sweet scent of the flowers enveloped Nerissa and Madissa, filling their hearts with a sense of joy and gratitude.

I said happily to encourage him while pointing my finger at another type of flower that was a little way off. “This orange flower is called the Sunrise of Joy. It’s from the south and I think it was gifted to my father when the governor of that town visited and it was planted here since then,” Ren said as he smiled at me. I bent down to peer closer at a Sunrise of Joy flower. The flower looked round and cute with many small orange petals. I guess I could sort of see why it was called the Sunrise of Joy. “It’s very pretty. So round and brightly colored…” I said in admiration.

Kim Yin Song continued to mock Zhou Fu who at that time looked very fed up with his routine. Every morning when the sun just crawled to the surface, Zhou Fu had to go to the Mudan forest to get the leaf buds of the Poisonous Mudan Flower. The Poisonous Mudan Flower is a flower with a charming shape resembling a rose but has a rotten smell more than human waste that has been aged for one week. “Hook!” Again, there was Zhou Fu's voice holding back disgust at the foul smell of Poisonous Mudan. Not wanting to linger, Zhou Fu immediately placed a pile of Poison Mudan leaves on Patriarch Yuan Kai's treatment table.

' 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.