Sister Golden Flower Art Novels & Stories

“What is it?” “It would defy the purpose of gift wrapping if I told you.” She rolled her eyes and snatched the gift from my hands, then unwrapped it with as much restraint as Daniele. She opened the velveteen lid, and her lips fell open. “Sunflower earrings?” I’d originally bought her elegant creoles, jewelry I would have chosen—nothing Isadora would have liked. Three days ago, I changed my mind and searched the internet for sunflower earrings. Most of them had been horrid, bright yellow atrocities. Then I stumbled upon Isadora’s present on the website of a goldsmith. The sunflowers were elegant, small, and completely made from gold. They were elegant yet quirky. They were Isadora's.

“No, I'm not the chief witch. I'm just exercising my sister's right to keep the witches at peace for the time being. These flowers aren't blooming, which means we still have some unfinished business.” I think I know what she's talking about. I stood up, took out a paper scroll, and opened it in front of her. “Dear Dalena, I don't know what happened 18 years ago, but I think you should see this painting.” Dalena stood up in surprise, her glass falling to the ground and breaking. “This is my sister Raven. Very few people have seen my sister's face. How do you have a portrait of her?” “She's not Raven.”

My mother was the only one who acknowledged my presence, offering a warm smile and a hug as I took my seat. The maids immediately began serving a sumptuous feast of rich, gourmet food. Silver platters were passed around, revealing succulent roasted meats, decadent sides, and delicate pastries. The table was adorned with delicate china and sparkling crystal, a stark contrast to my humble apartment and modest lifestyle. Once dinner was underway, my older sister Shelby turned her attention to me. She was a formidable figure, with her perfectly coiffed hair, impeccable fashion sense, and an air of sophistication that intimidated me. We rarely saw eye to eye, and our conversations were often frau

"Not the most beautiful, yet still remarkable talent." Grey watched as flowers bloomed wherever she stepped. Healthy. Strong. Exactly the sort of ability his kingdom needed. "Her specialty?" Grey asked. "Green colored plants and flowers." Interesting. Very interesting. Grey put a note to bid for Lady Sage inside his mind. With this kind of ability, The Everlasting Tree could live for another many years. Nearby stood another young woman dressed in yellow. Golden flowers bloomed around her like sunlight made tangible. Her smile appeared warm. Gentle.

I shouted, "Jessica, I'm still your sister!" Jessica growled, "What kind of bullcrap sister? I've always been prettier and luckier than you. Why do you get all the good things in the end, while I turned into a mess? "Don't worry. As long as you cooperate, I'll make your death quick." She wanted to kill me again and restart everything, but Brett was too scared. After all, this was a prison sentence waiting to happen.

Alysia said while giving Lily a hug “you look very different than your big sister, but you are equally stunning.” Lily blushed and thanked Alysia for her kind words. Before we left for Alysia and Gerard’s house we went by the gallery and I picked out one of Lily’s paintings as a gift for Alysia. Lily felt a bit shy about coming over with her art, but I knew Alysia would love it. I gave her the gift and her whole face changed “Alpha Osiris you remembered!” It was a painting of gerbera daisies, the flowers Gerard used to buy for Alysia when they were just mated.

she teased. I ignored her and grabbed a paper cutter from my desk. Carefully, I cut open the box and pulled out the item inside. The wrapping fell away, revealing a beautiful artwork. A woman standing in a field of wildflowers. A silver-white gown flowing under the moonlight. Her face slightly turned away, her bare feet barely touching the ground. Long hair the color of dusk. Eyes filled with untold stories. It was mesmerizing. Almost haunting. Aria let out another exaggerated gasp. “It’s beautiful.”

Smiling, I started my car - my radio coming alive with the Harry Styles playlist I had on earlier – and made my way home. Reaching my small flower shop, I parked my car and got my stuff before heading inside. Balancing the box on one arm, I opened the door and the sight of the flowers around brightened my mood. I put the box on a table and made my way to the counter before putting the money in the tip jar. I looked up and saw the poster my nineteen years old sister drew when she was fifteen and stuck on the wall. I had bought the place a few days prior and she wanted to encourage me. “To New Beginnings,” it read in dark blue marker and a lousy attempt at a drawing of a flower in red marker w

A few stooping sunflowers growing on a rocky land came next, standing across a hill with a crowd of giant thorns, yet the first laced sunflower remained tainted and the ever-standing one never let go of its rough stem, which still bruised the other three flowers. I paused before dipping my hands into my pockets and staring at the last painting, ignoring the other ones that followed it. The art looked interesting but the knowledge of it evaded me. I wondered if Flynn knew about it when he came to stand beside me. He placed his right palm on the wall, caressing one of the bruised petals of the red sunflower.

She painted Sister Bella, a portrait of her that Selene plans to give as a gift and a form of gratitude for her warm welcome. Lastly, she painted the sky, to remember the perfect weather of being sunny but not too hot, an excellent day to watch it in its bluest form with different forms of clouds. Selene felt peace, unlike with her other artworks that were all too creepy according to Faye, she was proud of those she did for today. “Oh my…” Sister Bella covered her mouth with her hands and her eyes filled with so much joy when Selene showed her her portrait. “This is lovely, Selene. I am so flattered!” she exclaimed, a tear forming in the corners of her eyes. Selene’s face turned red with her