Silk Carnations Novels & Stories

Bianca looked at Frost, wanting to send a hint, but thinking of Frost's previous stipulation, she quickly moved her eyes away, "Aren't you calling me to try on wedding dresses? Where are the wedding dresses?" Upon hearing this, the twelve girls immediately stood in a row again. "You choose the fabric first! What they're wearing is the latest pure silk fabric, which took the fabric research institute five years to produce, from raising silkworms to improving mulberry trees to developing new textile technology." Frost took Bianca's hand, and they walked up to the girls, introducing them one by one: "This fabric is angel light silk, although it's white, it shines with a pink glow. Can you see i

Not expecting to see her browsing up the prizes for each flower and the numbers I was seeing were just unbelievable. One is called a Juliet Rose, widely known for its distinctive full-cupped shape and beautiful apricot petals. What is even crazier is that it took fifteen years to cultivate. The others were tulips, exotic orchids, lilies, and moonflowers. “Damn! These are all hell expensive. This one is no ordinary stalker, Cara.” Nancy muttered, still in sheer disbelief as she lowered her phone. It feels like my headache just had gone worst. “Obviously.” I wanted to throw it away, but seeing the prizes made me think otherwise.

she comments, stepping back to admire her work. Diana, the wise elder with an uncanny knack for calming nerves, cradles a bouquet of blue irises, white roses, and hints of baby's breath, signifying faith, purity, and everlasting love, respectively. Her wise eyes meet mine, offering silent reassurance. Other she-wolves from the Blackfang pack are scattered around, some assisting with my gown, others setting up an assortment of floral arrangements and aromatic candles. The air is thick with the mingling scents of lavender, jasmine, and the earthy perfume of freshly cut roses.

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.

Lilyana just smiled at her makeup artist's words. "Okay, Lily, try on this dress. This is a dress that I made especially for you. I don't think anyone deserves to wear this dress more than you." "Excellent work, Emi!" Lilyana wore a light blue patterned dress with small flowers. The dress fell gracefully on her body, accentuating her beautiful curves. "Very good! As expected, this dress was made for you. You really look like a fairy." "Lilyana, you are always perfect."

She smiles once more and continues her artwork, she began telling me what each flower was. I soon found out that she had added white Alstroemeria's, pink Carnation's, pink Gypsophilia's, pink Lillies and pink Rose Wham's. She said that this arrangement would suit her loving personality perfectly and once I looked at the finished product I knew exactly why.

They were simple, elegant, and unexpectedly beautiful. I accepted them carefully, holding the bouquet close to my chest. Their fresh, sweet fragrance rose gently around me. “What flower is this?” “Carnation,” she replied. She adjusted one of the stems before continuing. “Ancient Greeks and Romans used carnations in funeral ceremonies to remember loved ones who had passed away. Different colors can carry different messages of sympathy. I chose red because it represents deep respect and admiration.” I looked down at the bouquet. She had chosen well. “Thank you,” I murmured.

Fiona waved her hand, and a beautifully crafted white ancient-style wedding attire with a matching crown was brought onto the stage. It shimmered with pearls, and radiated noble elegance. "Is this a wedding attire worn only by noble concubines five hundred years ago?" "It's made from emerald snow silk. The art of making the silk has been lost for a long time. Every decoration is crafted from various gemstones and pure gold. Just one pearl from the crown would cost tens of millions!"

"I am Silas of the Crimson-Thorn. Our pack has watched the smoke rise from your mountains. We have seen the old world’s machines bow to your blood. Our Alpha sends a tribute to the Mother of the Flame." Silas steps forward, lifting the black-vine basket. Inside rests a massive, blooming bouquet of blood-roses. They are a rare, dark crimson flower that only grows in the deep jungle hollows, but they haven't been preserved in fresh water. The petals are coated in a thick, shimmering resin that radiates a powerful, suffocating musk—an ancient tracking scent explicitly designed to carry the genetic signature of a foreign Alpha. The moment that scent—the heavy, aggressive signature of an unbroken

Caitlin declared, her tone unwavering. Carmen sneered, “Those butterflies were brought by you. Who knows if you tampered with them?” “Since you’re suspicious, let’s do a more thorough test.” Caitlin continued, “Based on the materials used in Fragrance Garments, there are three main fabrics: cotton, silk, and lotus silk. Lotus silk is the most labor-intensive to produce and therefore the most valuable, followed by silk and cotton.” The audience was taken aback by Caitlin’s detailed knowledge. Carmen and Douglas were also surprised—how did this woman know so much about The Yuncey Family’s Fragrance Garments?