Scarlet Carnations Novels & Stories

He approached her and stretched out his hand. “Hey Scarlet, you look stunning.” He kissed the back of her palms and offered her another bouquet of flowers. “I still have those ones and they're inside.” She spoke about the flowers she received earlier from Carrillo. “Yeah this is for the night, they're not roses. They're black orchids, expensive and filled with aura because that's what you define.” Jason had his way with words so he got her attention hooked with that sentence. “Stay back, boys. I'll be back,” Scarlet ordered her guards as she saw one of them going to the SUV. She wasn't interested in the escorts.

I managed a soft nod and then she was gone like the wind, leaving me flushed and slightly dumbfounded. I blinked and stared down at the bag. Settling back on my chair, I dug my hand inside the bag without looking. A mix of anxiety and anticipation bubbled up inside me as I pulled out the content. My breath left me in a flurry, my lids fluttering rapidly as I stared at the gift in my hand. Carnations. My favourite flowers. I haven’t seen these in a while, let alone be gifted. And while the garden at the back of the mansion had a small space dedicated to them, they still took my breath away. But what pulled my heartstring was the colours.

The little thing in front of him was attempting to seduce him but Radyn merely assumed that she was just happy to see him. She smoothed down bits of her red-coloured hair, trying to fix the waves, that would naturally fly out if it were not for the magic of hairspray, to make herself look more presentable. It would have been a lie to say that the late mornings did not do her justice as Scarlet looked more extravagant than ever. With her lacy, crimson nightgown hugging her comfortably and her ruby irises vibrant in the light, it made sense why she was called Scarlet. She had an alluring yet devilish charm to her that the Werewolf adored.

He decided to explain to him what the different flowers symbolized, that way he would be able to decide that which suited his woman. "Mister, this type is called carnations. These ruffly flowers are perfect for the romantic. The white and pink carnations are popular amongst highschoolers during valentine's day. And, they do stand for new love and have a cheerful blossom." "This type, lavender, is given to others to show devotion. The scent is calming and is also great for anyone who needs calming or stress relief."

"But I recently learnt that they do, and I decided to learn about them." "That's so cute and very unusual coming from you." She smiled. He picked out one flower and gave it to her. It was a carnation flower, the lighter shade of red. "I was told that carnation flowers often symbolizes fascination and distinction. You know that I am endlessly fascinated by you. And yes, you are different, rare, and I am lucky that you are mine." Luciana watched him speechlessly, seemingly unable to react. He then picked up another flower and gave it to her. It was a violet flower.

Horatio said. ''Doesn't she normally clean the rooms?'' Scarlet cocked her head to the side. ''Yes, but her scent was mixed with the wolfsbane, and the emotion I got from it was pure nervousness.'' "Why would she do something like that?" Scarlet ran a hand through her hair. ''I don't know.''

Its sweet scent fills my room, a gentle reminder of his thoughts. At the diner, it's always a delivery of another flower. Each time a single stem. I've received red carnations symbolizing 'deep admiration', white gardenias for 'you're lovely', purple irises for wisdom and compliments, yellow daffodils for new beginnings. Ellen, ever knowledgeable, shares the meanings of each flower, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

He was the one taken her into the company as a special case and every advantage comes with a price, and she has earned some enemies in the company. Soon, the listed people arrived at the new boss's mansion, and directly they were led to the huge garden. Scarlett gasped in amazement like others. The whole garden has blossomed with various flowers. All the variety of Roses, Dahlia, Petunia, Azaleas, Aster, Zinnia, foxglove, french hydrangea, Buttercup, lantana, lilac, and some more popular and precious flowers. The fragrance of the flowers has made the whole atmosphere so soothing and peaceful. All the tensions in Scar's mind just vanished getting close to nature.

"Wait..." She handed him a pot of yellow carnation flowers. Rufus leaned against the door with his hands in his pockets, observing her. He slightly raised his eyebrows and glanced at the pot of flowers. "A pot of yellow carnation flowers?" Rufus frowned. Doesn't she know that yellow carnations symbolize rejection? Leanor nodded. "The house feels so empty, and there isn't even a pot of flowers outside. So I thought..." Before Leanor could finish her sentence, Rufus extended his hand, and she quickly handed him the pot of yellow carnation flowers.

A bold, crimson bouquet. No note. No signature. Just one message, loud and clear. I wasn’t backing down. Not now. Not ever.