Novel & Cerita Rindou Flowers

he asked, his youthful wonder shining through. Adam, finding joy in sharing knowledge, replied, "Well, Noah, Oleander is the name of a flower. It's a pretty white flower, but here's the interesting part: it's known for being both beautiful and toxic. People have to be careful around it because even though it looks nice, it can be harmful." Noah's eyes widened with fascination as he listened intently to Adam's explanation. "Wow, like a secret flower!" he exclaimed. Adam chuckled at Noah's enthusiasm. "Exactly, buddy. You've got a unique name, just like that special flower."

Kemilly announced, ignoring the sign that said "Keep off the grass." "Wow... It's so beautiful," Emile sighed, admiring the small and delicate branches of different flowers, Cattleya walkeriana orchids, black desert roses, and black wax flowers. That area had that warning because there were only rare flowers growing there, and it was extremely forbidden to enter to avoid stepping on or picking any of those flowers. Brian and Ryuk had just arrived when they saw the two girls a few meters away walking on the restricted lawn. "Look at this," Ryuk commented, stifling laughter as he crossed his arms watching them.

I shouldn’t trust someone who just appeared in the forest, which was my turf. “How about I give you something to remind you that you indeed met me tonight?” And from his pants’ front pocket, he pulled out something. It was a very rare kind of flower called guabula. One that could only be found in the north of Aryan. It had small three petals and a tube-like star in the middle of it, and it smelled so sweet. Addictive. The flower itself would turn into different colors by each passing day. Tonight, it was violet, and it just matched my lavender gown. I knew that it would take two months before it would dry up and die.

Moreover, since his marriage, his wife has been busy with her so that sometimes they rarely see each other. "Since when did you plant that flower?" Reya said in surprise when saw the Calendula flower plant in front of them. Aluna smiled stared at her daughter, It's been a long time, she planted that flower because thinks the flower has many meanings. And the reason why he planted the flower, was simple... She just wanted to remember how his daughter had survived until this moment, just like the flower she also watered every morning so wouldn't die.

“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.

Inés pivoted, north wing, maids’ quarters. Instead, she slipped south. *** The laundry room was empty. She locked the door, pulled out her phone, and snapped blurry pictures of the notebook page lodged in her memory. Names, dates, PROJECT 5D, scribbled as best she could recall. Not proof, but a breadcrumb. A floorboard creaked. Inés’ stomach dropped. She shoved the phone into her pocket and turned. Gabriel filled the doorway. A silent wall in charcoal suit. “How did you…? The door….?”

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."