Spring's Promise Camellia Novels & Stories

Kent ordered. “Yeah, Bossman you called?” “Clay I cannot believe I am saying this it's time to deploy Esmeralda “AW HELL YEAH BOSSMAN!” Clayton smiled. Clayton jumped out of cover as he pulled out Esmeralda from his backpack and set it with the Highly experimental 150mm Plasma railgun. The marines took cover behind the fallen buildings while Kent gave the two helmets before Aisha could ask anything she uttered. “Wait, is it just me or is it getting a little hot in here?” Aisha pondered.

I raised my hand, stopping Anjali from scolding her. "Deal. " I said as she gave me her pinky finger, I raised my brow in confusion. She asked, "Promise?" Oh my goodness! I am gonna melt right away, "Promise, " I let out, laughing. "So can we go now?" She questions excitedly. But before I could reply, Anjali interrupts, "Not now, baby, he's here to talk about something important to Mama, " She explains. She flashes a sad look, "Don't worry, angel, I always keep my promise, " I stated, her face soon lifts in a grin.

And eventually, I see the light. By the time I leave the cave, I'm somewhere I've never been before. There are cherry blossom trees all around, with light pink flowers dancing in the sun. White, fluffy flowers thrive among tufts of silver grass. The air glistens with purple magic. This is an enchanted place. This is the place where I'm meant to be. My intuition has led me right so far, so I follow it. I listen to my heart and soul as I walk through the enchanted forest. I no longer doubt myself. I know where I'm going. My soul knows.

Maya White camellias meant many things. Admiration. Perfection. Silent longing. Maya knew all three meanings because she had spent years growing them. Or at least trying to. The white camellia bush in front of her drooped miserably beneath the morning sun. Its petals were already browning. Its leaves curled inward. Its roots had begun to rot despite receiving the same care as every other plant in the garden. Maya crouched beside it and gently brushed a wilted petal between her fingers. "I'm sorry," she mouthed soundlessly.

With a perfectly calm voice, I said, "I came to pick up the charm bracelet. Do you know where Rachel put it?" Todd let out an exaggerated gasp of surprise. Then, he shifted his foot, revealing the thing wrapped around his ankle. A delicate charm engraved with the words "luck" and "joy" hung from a red cord, exactly as Rachel had promised me. "You mean this? Rachel let me have it after I told her I liked it. Doesn't it look nice?" Todd wore a smug smile. For a second, I nearly lost my mind. My daughter was gone, and my wife didn't love me.

"Not much. Too cold. Maybe catch a movie?" Chase nodded, filing it away. I pressed, "Why did you come here anyway?" "For inspiration," he replied, squinting at the horizon. "Don't you think the winters here are particularly beautiful?" "True," I agreed. "When are you leaving?" He didn't answer right away. After a bit, he stubbed the cigarette on the can and smiled faintly. "Planned for spring, but now I think I'll stay a bit longer." "Why?" "Because..."

“This rose bloomed the day Marcus buried his father. One single bloom. It has bloomed every year since. Just one. Never more.” Ava stepped closer to the rose. The petals were soft, delicate, edged in the faintest silver. “What’s it called?” she whispered. The gardener smiled. “We call it Maximus’s Promise.” Ava reached out and touched the petal lightly, reverently. Something warm pricked behind her eyes. Marcus moved to stand beside her. “I wanted you to see it because… some things in life don’t follow the normal rules. They don’t bloom on time. They don’t bloom when others say they should. They bloom when the heart finally asks permission.”

Camellia never used perfume, so it was obvious who the scent belonged to. "What are you thinking, baby?" Andres teased while tapping her nose affectionately. Camellia's sharp eyes caught a faint red lipstick stain on his finger. On the second day of their marriage, Andres had secretly tattooed a camellia on his ring finger. He had told her that the ring finger had a blood vessel that led directly to the heart. This was a symbol of their shared bond and how she would always be connected to his heart, but that spot now bore a mark that did not belong to her.