Sister Golden Flower Art Novels & Stories

Soheila went to the herbs section to buy what herbs she needed to refine other types of pills. “Moon flower...” Soheila whispered. The Moon Flower beautiful and Soheila was attracted to it. The Moon Flower's petals had the same color similar to the galaxy. It also had a purple glowing all around it and it is floating. Soheila waved to the Girl Shop Attendant of the herb section. The Shop Attendant immediately went directly to Soheila. “Are you perhaps wanted to have the Moon Flower?” The Shop Attendant asked gently with a smile. Soheila nodded and the Shop Attendant's smile grew bigger. She said, “It is only 40 million gold coins.”

A flower blooms tonight as one of the fragments reappears Then below there is a painting of a green vast land, dark sky, stars, and moon. Stella smiled finding comfort on the painted picture. She brush her index finger on it, but like a wet ink she smudge the beautiful scene. She immediately rub the green ink on her finger to her skirt and close the book. She looked at Aeriol and Sister Lily tidying things up, no one seems to notice but her heart leaps higher than the height she fell into.

Regaining his vigour, Zen studied the other tombs. “Even when dead, I’m still the prettiest sister!” Zen read and chuckled. This unnamed sister deserved the lily. “Yes, you are,” he commented while placing the flower on the slate. The dungeon brightened a little more. “For better or worse, I’m glad that we were sisters,” Zen read and thought about it. Then, he chose the dandelion for this kind sister. Clapping twice and placing the yellow flower on the slate, Zen prayed that the dungeons would bless her virtual soul.

"Oh my, seems I have a visitor! Why don't you sit down and join me for tea-time?" The woman held in her arms a banquet consisting of roses, lilacs, and jasmine flowers. Rose pink lips curved into a soft smile as butterflies swarmed around her. Such a surreal scene almost caused Elaria to mistake the woman for one of the six great forest spirits, creators of this world. History aside, Elira recalled the limited number of artwork that exhibited their profound beauty, which one would expect from divine beings but not a mere mortal. She was unable to believe that the woman standing before her was created by the human race.

Belle Kinson had never seen so many exotic flowers and plants before, and she couldn't help but marvel, "It's so beautiful, my sister can actually grow such beautiful flowers and plants." Earel nodded, "Miss Mary can taste wine and plant flowers, but it's more poetic and picturesque than we thought." Belle Kinson nodded, looked at Carol who was cleaning the floor beside her, and called out, "You and Earel, send those flowers and plants to the little yard behind my room. Be careful, don't break them." My sister really appreciates these flowers and plants, but it was all going to be her tedious work. Carol nodded, "Yes."

Andrei started. From the standing mirror on the dresser came the Voice. The paper flowers in a glazed ceramic vase, poppies and carnations that Svetlana had made in her crafts class, instantly burst into flame. A stream of power poured into the tiny apartment, filling it with a cataract of sound, echoing from the peeling walls and shabby furniture, sweeping over the four people like a mighty river. Svetlana stole a glance at her parents’ bowed heads, but the moment was really too private to share with anybody, even them. Trembling, she watched the feeble candle-flames shatter into seeds of fire that sunk into the already pitted and scarred floorboards. From these black holes, miniature flame

Flora anxiously said, “What daughter? Don’t talk nonsense. I don’t have a daughter!” Griffin chuckled. “Fine, Nephele is my daughter. She has nothing to do with you either.” Flora was happy. “It's best that we are not related. I don’t want to have anything to do with a lousy man like you.” She raised her hand, and there was a big diamond ring on all her five fingers. “Do you see this?” “These are diamond rings! There are five in total! I’m now every man’s ideal type! “As long as I occasionally call them ‘Handsome’, people will give me tons of cash right away. My studio is receiving up to one hundred bouquets of fresh flowers every day. Do you know that?”

She asked as she pushed the stroller inside and waited for Caleb to show the entry pass to the security guard. “It means the artist loves to create her works using flowers that represents human emotions, which is why the founder named this gallery as BLOSSOM ART.” Caleb explained and extended his hand towards the passage which led to the gallery. “Interesting.” Klara said with an arched brow and followed the path as she is curious to explore the paintings. She kind of felt connected to the artist already because she also likes to use flowers in her paintings along with Ralph’s golden eyes. It’s her signature mark.

"You will be my moon." I nodded in disagreement and moved a step away. "How can I trust you after all your actions?" His lack of words provided a sufficient response. The cat was staring at the mouse with intense focus. My shaking didn't cease until I arrived at Ophelia's living space. I banged on her door, no longer concerned about being discreet. The door swung open, and there stood my sister with an inscrutable expression on her face. "Flower of the genus Azalea."

“We don’t have a good enough artist back home that could do it, so I had it done in the city this afternoon.” “Let me see!” all six sisters yell at the same time. Josie stands up and turns around; she is wearing a dress with the back cut out, revealing a large tattoo with a floral design and butterflies perched on petals and flying above the flowers. It is a beautiful piece of art, and Josie’s sisters all squeal in delight at the sight of it. “What will Amos think?” Lilith asks, downing her third glass of wine. “I don’t care what that old man thinks,” Josie says, laughing as she sits back down. The rest of the table laughs with her, and a hum of conversation begins to build up again as desse