Silk Carnations Novels & Stories

“So, what’s the plan? Are we going with the Classic Royale concept, or something more contemporary for the year-end event?” Auri let out a quiet breath, studying her latest sketch. “I think Timeless Elegance suits them better, Gia. They want something luxurious, but not overly extravagant. I’m planning to use white calla lilies as the main focus, paired with deep blue hydrangeas.” “Deep blue? Won’t that be hard to source in large quantities for the end of the year?” Gia asked, taking a sip of her tea.

asked Cici who was a little hunched as she was being dragged by Chelsea who was half her size . " I'm not " said Chelsea as she looked around the garden that were filled with roses , Lilies, peonies , carnations and Ranunculus . It was said that this garden was filled with flowers that the women of the Kaisen house loved . Many believed that the Kaisen family has been planting these flowers for the women they loved and endeared the most , Ranunculus were dedicated by the Great Lord of the Kaisen family ( her great grandfather ) to his wife, Roses were planted when her grandfather proposed to her grandmother and Carnations were for The late Mistress , Lord Kaisen 's wife , as for Lilies they

#cemetery# #supernatural world# #Dark magic vs action# Why subject yourself to that screaming banshee? ♥Elena's POV♥ Lilium candidium, the botanical name of white lily which is popularly known as the cemetery plant grew around the graveyard and blossomed into beautiful flowers which symbolized the innocence that has been restored to the soul of the departed. The blossom opened as if each flower were a book-- a book that was more sculpted divinely than written, the ink infusing into the petals to give them their soft glow while the flowers gave a subtle aromatic fragrance to the graveyard.

the elegant old lady stated. "Peonies, dahlias, lavender... got it," Sammy nodded, scribbling furiously on her notepad. "Anything else, Mrs. Carmichael?" "Yes, a touch of baby's breath and wildflowers for the bouquets," Mrs. Carmichael added. Sammy glances around as if taking mental notes. "Sounds like we're setting up for a royal gala for that demanding old geezer" Mrs. Carmichael chuckled softly, "Oh, you bet. But appearances can be deceiving. What's essential is often invisible to the eye”

The lavish decorations, the rose petals strewn all over the place, and the magnificent photo of her and Liam hanging on the wall of the living room. "My goodness! Only King Pendragon would be capable of something like this! How generous of him to give a mansion of this size as a wedding gift?" "Look at those rose petals! These aren't normal roses, you know. They're a special species called the Sovereign Rose, and are among the most expensive roses in the world! A single petal costs thousands of dollars!" "Goodness! There are too many petals to count here, it must have cost a fortune! I'm so jealous of Celena!"

I grinned at him " You know me so well." "Just tell me why you're here so I can help you out, I need to get back to work.". He said "You're so impatient." I said, chuckling loudly. A small patch of flowers at the rear end of the greenhouse caught my attention and I moved to get a closer look. It was a rich dark maroon and had velvety rounded petals and dark brown centers. "That's the Chocolate cosmos. It's quite rare and has a chocolaty- Vanilla fragrance. It'll be perfect for a gift. " Cam's voice rang out from behind me, I didn't realize he had followed me.

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

Cathleen began in her soft voice, "but I much prefer tansies and orange lilies." Everyone around was taken aback by her unexpected statement, their expressions shifting from confusion to disbelief. It wasn't just that she preferred different flowers, but the significance of the ones she mentioned struck a nerve. Tansies were often associated with hatred and disdain, while orange lilies represented pride and arrogance. Xavier couldn't help but wonder if Cathleen had a heart at all, or if it too had been tainted by these negative connotations.

“Numbers. Dates. Nothing I understood.” “Figures.” He sighed. “Come on, walk with me before you hyperventilate.” *** The corridor lights were dimmed for the night, throwing long shadows along tapestried walls. Alonso matched her steps; his shoulder brushed hers, deliberate. “You don’t strike me as the timid type,” he said. “Because I didn’t faint?” “Because your eyes are on fire.” She blinked. “Allergies.” He chuckled, genuine, warm enough to thaw the winter in her bones. Dangerous warmth.

Just my name in neat block letters on the label: LILA HARPER. My hands shook as I tore the tape. Inside was a single sheet of cream stationery folded once, and beneath it, tucked in tissue paper, a small bouquet of white ranunculus—my favorite, the ones with the delicate layers that look like tissue-paper roses. They'd been Ethan's go-to apology flowers once upon a time, but before that they'd been Lucian's. He'd picked them wild on our second date because the florist was closed and he didn't want to show up empty-handed.