Sending Gardenias Novels & Stories

“You came all the way out here just to visit her grave? You must have been closer than I thought.” “Well, with this whole Luna Trial thing… I thought it only appropriate that I visit.” That wasn’t entirely a lie. Liam’s face fell at the mention of the Luna Trial. He nodded and walked forward, kneeling to place the bundle of flowers he’d brought next to mine. “Gardenias,” he said, brushing his fingers across the white petals. “The closest thing to cherry blossoms that I could find at this time of year.” My heart cracked at the mention of cherry blossoms. Liam knew what I liked. He always did—more than anyone else, except perhaps Lilith.

There was a spark of interest at that. “Right, the garden.” Bratha’s face softened like a memory.”Does it still-” “It blooms every spring.” Hidi went, seeing Bratha’s face grow softer as though warm. But she tried her best to hide the evident change. “So it does.” Bratha cleared her throat. “It should, those seeds were from personal stock. They were meant to be hardy. I chose them specifically because of that.” “Yes, Mama, you’ve told me before,” Hidi said but she was ever observant of Bratha’s change. The woman was doing her best to hide it, but Hidi knew she was more interested than she liked to admit.

she called loudly again. Jordyn began to stride out from the large hallway at the hearing of Anna's voice towards the living room, from her room garden of rare flowers and plants. It was a chocolate cosmos flower garden, grown together with rare ginseng and hoodia handled with extreme care and precision. Since she knew she would be staying in New York longer than she planned, she was finding her old love for plants as a reason to develop her hobby. And she was having fun with the rare plants she got at an auction, which seemed to be adapting to the artificial system she had used for each one's growth.

It felt… patient. The corridor twisted past sunlit parlors and shadowy hallways, until she came to a pair of iron-framed glass doors nestled between two ivy-covered walls. It was a greenhouse—or rather, a sealed garden pavilion. She peered inside. The glass, tinged green from age and salt, obscured most of the view, but between the streaks of sunlight breaking through, she saw flashes of color. Gardenias. Her favorite flower. Clusters of the creamy white blooms stretched toward the sky in terracotta pots and marble troughs. Their scent, faint even from the outside, tickled her memory. Her mother had grown them, once. They had dotted the windowsill of her childhood home, clean and luminous.

This has only made them more eager to pledge. With my Mama’s help, the small garden behind the dungeons has flourished with numerous herbs and plants; the garden is now home to sage, mugwort, vervain, mint, lavender, rosemary and so many more that I can’t remember. Here they will be able to grow the ingredients they will need to use to help David.

I'm not sure when she last engaged in her favorite activity; she herself seems to have forgotten. Olivia stepped into the garden, where she sat in the middle of Rosaline's birthday party's hustle and bustle. Here, a calm and peaceful atmosphere enveloped every inch of the ground, keeping the noise and crowds outside at bay. The garden is filled with beautifully blooming flowers, displaying a variety of bright and captivating colors. Hues of pink, yellow, blue, and white all blend together in perfect harmony.

All too happy to break the eye-connection. She could feel his heat behind her with every step, a constant reminder of his potent presence. They strolled leisurely along a winding stone path, the garden unfolding before them like a vibrant tableau of color. Tall, ivy-clad walls enclosed the space, creating an intimate haven that seemed to shut out the outside world. The garden was carefully arranged, with symmetrical beds overflowing with medicinal herbs, fragrant flowers, and useful plants like lavender, chamomile, and rosemary. Emeriel pointed to a bed of vibrant blue blossoms. "These are borage flowers, Your Grace. Not only are they beautiful, but they are also known to uplift the spirit.

Why is she yet to here? "I should just start without her and go find somewhere to rest. I'm so freaking tired already." She mumbled, yawning into her palm before lifting the watering can higher. She began to water the awesome garden while walking. The garden contains different types of plants. For instance, it has different flowers such as roses, sunflowers, Lilies, daisies. These flowers are the easiest to grow and flourish the environment with their beautiful smells. Moreover, the colors of these flowers make a garden look beautiful.

Adrian had spent countless days planning this moment, making sure every detail was perfect. He wanted this proposal to reflect everything they had been through, everything they had overcome, and the future they were about to create together. The garden was the ideal setting, with its lush blooms and the soft glow of lanterns hanging from the trees. The air was rich with the fragrance of jasmine, filling the night with a sense of peace and wonder.

I straightened my posture, adjusting the red roses in my hand, as I smiled at them. "Good morning ladies," I greeted, "Can I help you find something special today?" One of them came closer, her gaze lingering on the delicate orchids in front. "We're looking for something... unique," she purred, her voice laced with a playful undertone. "Ah, a challenge," I replied, my eyes sparkling. "Perhaps these stargazer lilies? Their fragrance is intoxicating, perfect for a night out."