Rolife Book Nook Garden House の小説・ストーリー

"I want this garden transformed today. Oliver looked at me curiously but said nothing. The crew, under his command, began the job: cleaning up debris, planting flowers, and giving the place a facelift. I was there all the time, directing the workers, making sure everything was just perfect. The lilies emitted a sweet fragrance as they were planted in neat rows, their beauty exuding tranquility. Hours passed, and exhaustion clung to me like a heavy weight, but I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. This wasn't just about finishing the garden; it was a message-a symbol of what Thorne meant to me. Finally, with the last flower planted and the workers starting to pack up, I stepped back to admire the t

He told me and led me down the path that led to the door. I gasped when we walked inside. The building is a library, featuring a beautiful and calm interior design. Walls and shelves filled with books, of course, we had a Library at home too, but this was very beautiful. “I love it. How did you know I like to read?” I ask him. “Well, to be honest, your brother told me, I called him earlier,” Ryder answers, and I smile at him. “I love it,” I say again. “Zoe was the one designing the garden outside. She said she wanted to make something where packmembers could sit outside in peace and read.” He tells me, and I smile again.

-Karen- “I hope you like Zargo, Kay. I plan to give you at least one of my estates when I take you home with me.” I looked over in surprise. “The first one I want you to have has a large garden. Your rose garden is only half the size of that garden. I want you to feel at home there.” I watched him in silence. “The manor house is kind of small next to the others, but it has a small library, an art studio, a music room, six bedrooms, four large spa bathrooms with a nice big soaking tub in two of them, several other rooms and a basement. The best part is it’s in the quiet countryside where you won't have to be worried about being stared at if you go outside.”

We were no longer proving a model; we were applying it. At home, the completion of Eleanor's garden entered its final phase. The "Joyful Chaos" beds were a riot of color. Jacob's Exploration Trail, with Keila's whimsical, painted-wood signposts identifying "Sneaky Snake Rock" and "Fairy Fort Ferns," was a beloved feature. The garden had become what Luther, in a moment of unguarded poetry, called "a habitable memory." One Saturday, we were all in the garden—weeding, pruning, admiring. Emily was there, teaching a young scholarship intern how to deadhead roses. Keila was checking on "her" apples. Luther was adjusting a drip irrigation line with surgical precision.

Nash waved me goodbye and disappeared. I gaped at the empty doorway where he’d last stood and shook my head, a little lost. The man wasn’t much for detailed instructions, was he? Amazed they had all this gardening stuff and no full-time gardener, I ran my fingertips across the hanging handles of shovels of all shapes and sizes, then moved toward the books. Books I could do. I used my library card well and had learned over the years that if I could just check out the right book, I could usually fix most problems in my apartment. Feeling a little more optimistic about my future, I pulled down Roses for Dummies and got to learning.

“I still think this is a house. It is, in fact, a home. Just head inside, and you’ll know what I mean.” Rosaline squinted at him as he led her to the living room. The “house” was a three-story Mansion with an outhouse, huge lawn, a big garden, and a garage. It had a separate garden on the back with neatly arranged trees - primarily several kinds of fruits and medicinal plants. The gate and entire boundary looked like they had been refitted and reconstructed with better security. With just a glance, you could see it was nigh impossible to trespass inside.

The house was too quiet, which didn’t make sense to how many people supposedly live here. How am I meant to get to know everyone if they won’t come near me? What is Lorcan expecting? To isolate me from everyone around until I behave like a good girl? He’s got another thing coming if he thinks I’ll lose my identity just to please him. After eating and cleaning up after myself, I took to the gardens. Lorcan must have a gardener because there’s no way it would look so fabulous if he did. The gardens are beautifully manicured, and there are so many flowers that I couldn’t help smiling while breathing them in.

She was thirty-two now, in the full strength of her gardening life, with the knowledge of the estate that only eight years of daily attention could produce. She had come through the kitchen garden gate at nine o'clock on the second Monday of October, carrying her notebook—the notebook that Thomas had given her in the fifteenth year, the notebook that contained his notes on the estate's management across his final years, the notebook that Ruth had filled and then replaced with her own notebooks, which now occupied a shelf in the kitchen next to the cookbooks. She had said at the gate, before the walk: "The quince grove." Don had said: "Yes."

Not a question. “Yes,” Sera said. “Your garden is in the book.” Zara looked at the peony for a moment longer. Then she nodded once, with the particular nod of someone confirming that a thing is exactly as it should be, and went inside to show Nicole. Elliot looked at Sera. She looked at the garden. At the peony. At the house that had been built into what it needed to be across fourteen months. At the sage and the lavender and the rosemary and the stone visible through the kitchen window on the sill above the sink.

It wasn't too long of a wait for the pair to arrive at their destination, but before they did, he couldn't say for sure but Collen wanted to believe he saw a meek smile appear on Alison's face if only for a brief moment before it disappeared again. "Well here we are." Alison was staring at the building behind Collen, then back to Collen, then the building again. It would seem she is clearly suffering some degree of doubt. "Modest company?" She mumbled. "This is probably the most spoken name in the agency business right now." "Aaah I heard something around those lines before." Collen said chuckling and rubbing the back of his head. The building was one of the largest in the areas a giant gold