Novel & Cerita Spring's Promise Camellia

There is nothing more maddening than to be desired carefully when you are desperate to be ruined. —A Lover’s Journal, 19th c. CAMELLIA Was it too soon to be this happy? “This is Camellia. She carries my child. She is my mate, and soon to be your Luna. You will honor her. You will tend to her. You will defend her as if she were the Moon herself coming down among us. That is not a request. Fail me, and I will show you just how quietly and completely I can destroy a life.”

"I don't want the grape vines to die." I pitied these vines, which seemed worthless to outsiders. I pitied myself too, who seemed worthless to outsiders. At midnight, Kash sent me home. I stood in the yard for a long time. There were many flowers planted here, almost all of which Jeffrey liked. I picked these flowers in turn and packed them. The tulip was planted after Jeffrey saw the wonderful colors it had. The Daisy, representing purity and love, was brought back by Jeffrey after watching a ballet performance. The Sunflower, with its vitality, was given by Jeffrey when he went to the amusement park.

That is a promise. Much love as always, Celice

I looked around to find a note near the vase. #Bribe 2.2: Hope you're still in a good mood after #bribe 2.1. But if not, then these will definitely improve your mood. White rose reminds me a lot of you, y'know. Beautiful to look at, but can make you bleed if you press a wrong button, or wrong part of the stem. XD. Anyways, I'm learning how to prevent it. Hopefully I'll find one without thorns someday. Have a good day, friend. ;)

I said breathlessly as I moved to open the door. He caught my waist. “I am.” “What? Who?” I asked. “I…ordered some camellias.” He swallowed. “I remember you said you liked them. I know they're not your favorite, but they're sometimes called "rose of winter.” He waited nervously but I didn't say anything. “I think we should name our kids ….” Again, I silenced him with a kiss. Tears glistened on my face when I drew back. “I…I can't tell you how much that….” I stopped, offering him a watery smile. “Thank you.”

The surprise meeting left her momentarily taken aback, but she reciprocated the smile and approached him. “Emerald, what a pleasant coincidence. I was just heading out of a meeting myself,” Mark greeted her, his tone genuinely delighted. A slight blush touched Emerald’s cheeks as she replied, “Mark, it’s always a pleasure. Why are you here?” Mark’s eyes sparkled with an idea as he gestured toward the hotel’s cherry blossom garden that could be seen through a large floor to ceiling window. “There’s something I wanted to ask you, actually. A dear friend of mine is leaving the country soon, and he’s wanted to see the cherry blossom garden here at the Skyline Hotel before he leaves. It’s usually

The rest continued with their lunch, but the Alpha and his Luna, together with their Beta Michael and Gamma Jason, were not convinced about the Oracle's visit. “Listen to me, little Alpha…” The Oracle said and made Theo sit on her lap so that he could listen attentively to what she was about to tell him. “What is it, old grandma?” Theo asked her with his innocent blue eyes blinking several times. The Oracle heaved a sigh before she spoke… “My child, you always have to remember that, the moon goddess knows what she does, and has prepared a “Promise Mate” for you. Your mate will stand by your side and fight his own kind alongside you. He will love and cherish you as if you are his life. He wil

" 'Ranunculus' is a symbol of radiant charm and attractiveness, just like when we first met. Your charm and beauty captivate me that my heart didn't stand a chance." Both of us giggle a little, still swaying at the never-ending beat of the song. " 'Camellia' is a symbol of adoration. I adore you my sweet, I adore your love for Andy as a mother, I adore your passion for your work and patients." I can't hold back my tears anymore. So I burst out crying. Crying in happy tears. She framed my face, looking into my eyes. "Camelia also represents, love and affection. Just like how much I love you, like how my affection for you is real."

I could still feel it under my skin—like a signature, like a promise, like the moment a match thinks about being struck and decides it wants to be fire. “Paper,” I said softly, the word leaving a temporary fog on the window. “Promises.” And because I refused, on principle, to be the first to look away, I stood and let the city look back until dawn found us both.