Sister Golden Flower Art Novels & Stories

My eyes were too busy taking in the incredible artwork on my sister’s walls and the gorgeous view out her window. “Pretty nice, isn’t it?” Cadence asked, coming up behind me. She whispered, “All of the art is real. That’s an actual Monet.” I stared at her in shock for a moment and pulled my head away to further inspect the view. “That fountain is amazing.” There were actually a couple of fountains off in the distance, but the one I was gesturing at appeared to be a little girl and a raincloud.

A street musician plucked something like a harp beneath a flowering archway, and pixies zipped between window boxes, chattering like squirrels. We stopped in front of a flower shop tucked under the twisting roots of a golden tree. Its petals shimmered in the breeze, blooms in shades I didn’t even know flowers came in—hollow blues, bleeding reds, gold-dusted violets. Maerwynn gasped and darted toward a display of flame-colored lilies. “These look just like the ones that used to grow by the Ferngrove river. Remember?” I nodded faintly. Caelora slipped inside the shop to browse. I lingered near the door, my hands trailing across a petal that glowed when I touched it.

The Golden Leaf. I had been overwhelmed with pain and adrenalin that I’d forgotten the shining Golden Leaf in front of us. All the hardship and suffering we’d endured was because of this. And now it was in front of us. I smiled, a feeling of pride dawning upon me. We walked over to the glass box. Zak stared in disbelief at the sheer beauty of the Golden Leaf, as it continued to shimmer and emit scintillating golden rays. “We’ve done it!” Señor Ramirez exclaimed.

Elizabeth felt that she really shouldn't feel upset about not getting through to James just now. "Did he ask you to put the powder on top?" The petals were glittering with golden light and looked very dazzling. "No, we are not able to do that." Linda shook her head with a smile, "The petals are topped with the diamond powder polished from top yellow diamonds. Our flower shop doesn't have a professional polishing tool like that." "..." Although Elizabeth heard that there was gold powder on top, she didn't really think so. She only thought it was a decoration. How could she know that it was...

A sick thrill flashed in Cora's eyes, but she hid it fast. "Want to go in and look?" she offered sweetly. "I have lots of rare herbs. Maybe it'll spark some ideas." She thought I was going to brainstorm a new finale recipe. The greedy bitch couldn't wait. "Really?" I looked at her with fake gratitude. "Of course!" Cora pulled out her keys. "We're sisters. What's mine is yours." She opened the door herself. The room was packed with priceless herbs. Glow-spores, silverleaf, moon-dew... all top-tier.

No one would make me small in her memory. I walked to the table. The other ladies glanced over—curious, faintly amused, waiting for the inevitable disaster. I picked up a single moonflower, twirled it once between my fingers with lazy confidence, and snapped the first thorn clean off with a flick of my nail. No knife. No blood. Several heads turned. A soft murmur rippled outward. Ella stepped forward, voice dripping honeyed condescension. “Sister, let me show you how it’s done.”

But it wasn't the structure that took my breath away—it was what was inside. I pushed open the door, and the scent hit me like a physical wave. Jasmine. Thousands of white jasmine flowers, their heady, sweet fragrance filling the humid air. Mixed in were the orchids I loved and the lilies that had been my mother’s favorite. It was a cathedral of growth. In the center, where the old stone fountain had once been stained with Sarah’s blood, there was a new installation. A bronze sculpture of two young girls, their hands joined, looking toward the horizon.

After being pressured into drinking until I was tipsy, I checked my phone and saw an Instagram post from my younger sister, Daphne. The private room was clouded with cigarette smoke. My client, Mr. Wallace, a bald man, slapped me hard between the shoulder blades. “Lina, you can really hold your liquor. A girl like you is a definite friend for life. Next time, you bet I’m bringing this deal to you first.” I swallowed hard against the bile rising in my throat and managed to stretch my lips into a stiff, professional smile.

And the flower that might save a kingdom. The golden flower glowed like the first ray of sunlight after a funeral. Its petals shimmered with a soft, haunting gold, nestled between jagged stones slick with monster blood and the charred remains of what used to be a goblin commander. I crouched down, my body aching, and carefully plucked the flower, cradling it like it was a newborn star. “Well, if this thing doesn’t cure curses,” I muttered under my breath, “it better at least cure my split ends.”

I thought they were perfect. My poniard was already hugging securely around my thigh. I could feel the oozing aura of battle coming out from Ponpon. I knew that he was well and ready for today whatever happens. “The flowers,” he reminded me. I sighed and looked at them. I snatched them from the table and placed them inside my breast magnet-closed pocket. I went out of my room and found my sister waiting for me by the door. She was already dressed in a suit like me but of color pink. She looked so fetching in it. She smiled at me almost awkwardly and stepped closer to me. Her fresh wildflower scent reached up to my nose.