Story Of The Last Chrysanthemum Novels & Stories

Tears brim his eyes and the last question comes out in a shaky breath. My tears stream down my face for the millionth time today. The round diamond sparkles spectacularly like the stars in the night sky. It's absolutely stunning. All the pain and suffering have led us to this moment. This moment in time where we can finally accept that nothing will stand in our way and nothing will ever tear us apart. We are it for each other forever. "Yes," I whisper. The End

It’s my last link to Aiden. The paramedics tell me to hold on a little longer and I hear one of the nurses snap at Lilith telling her that now is not the time for this behavior. That’s the last thing I heard before my world went black.

The woman begged. "Maybe we can also sell this one!" The auctioneer cheered. "Sell him, and you'll be dead," Akira walked forward. "Let him go." She commanded. The auctioneer turned to her. He scanned her up and down and he grinned. "And who are, huh?" Calix's little body was struggling to free himself from the man. "Let me go!" His tiny voice shouted. His mother also continued begging. "Let him go," Akira told the man for the second time.

Guess whose? I started to sneak from our provisory house in town to spy on Dumarque. Just imagine that. A five years old girl. One night I lost him from view, and in my search, I bumped into someone. I turned around and Dumarque squatted in front of me, his hawk eyes gazing at me. I froze there. He asked if I was okay and I barely nodded, he smiled at me and gave me a flower from a nearby stand. But I’ll always remember the necklace he was wearing. My mom’s necklace. It was unique so it couldn’t be a mistake. Now, my work on him required a big amount of patience, which I had not.

I guess I can predict what comes next or read human behavior. “You must be hungry and thirsty. I don’t have much.” He comes back carrying a takeout plastic bag. He places it on the empty chair. I can smell the french fries, and my stomach grumbles. He chuckles because he thinks it’s funny. All my love for him is all long gone. If I can only release my hand from these handcuffs, I will kill him myself and strangle him from behind.

Three days later was my funeral. Before sealing the coffin, Princess Jasmine gave my appearance one last touch-up. Just then, she suddenly stopped. Her hand trembled as she pinched the sleeve of my burial robe. "Alec. It was you. It was you all along!" She suddenly broke down in grief, startling me from where I floated not far away. I craned my neck to see. She was staring intently at the plum blossom embroidery on my sleeve. Because I had loved plum blossoms more than anything in life, I had specially changed into burial clothes embroidered with plum blossoms during those seven days.

After standing there for a while and seeing that June had nothing else to say, I left the room without lingering any longer. … Three days later, the hospital called me, and that was when I learned June had jumped to her death. Before she died, she had left behind a note filled with apologies. In it, she begged me that after her death, I would bury her in the land she once loved most. I helped handle her funeral arrangements. After the cremation, I carried her ashes all the way back to the desert. There, I scattered June's ashes across the endless stretch of barren earth. This had once been the place where our love first took root, but time had passed, and so many things had faded that I coul

The moment Miriam noticed me, her expression softened slightly. “How are you feeling now?” she asked. “Better,” I lied quietly before shrugging. “Just tired.” Her eyes narrowed slightly as though she did not believe me at all. For a moment she studied my face. Then she simply nodded and returned her attention to the papers in front of her. “And we need more white chrysanthemums in the hall,” Elena continued as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “The arrangements looked sparse last year.” Sasha immediately nodded in agreement. “And someone needs to keep the pups away from the Butsudan this time. Last year they nearly knocked the entire altar down chasing each other.”

During my wedding, someone suggests that we play the game "one dollar and 50 cents". The host will call out an amount that the players will have to match by forming groups. I draw the 50-cent straw, and so does my best friend, Rebecca Cross, who is also the group favorite. My fiance, Ian Chilton, his childhood friend, Richard Price, his older sister, Anne Chilton, and my stepsister, Chelsea Whitmore, all draw one-dollar straws. For the first round, we need to make up a total of 1.50 dollars. I make a beeline toward Ian, but he gazes distractedly at Rebecca. It isn't until he is assured that she won't be eliminated that he finally loosens his painfully tight grip on my hand. Before I c

, Ruth replied with a big smile. “Oh! I brought some flowers for you”, Eunice said as she looked back to collect the flowers from Christian. “I bought some daffodils. Olivia said they are your favourite after chrysanthemums”. “Awww. Thank you Eunice”, Ruth said as she received the flowers. “But why didn’t you buy the chrysanthemums?” “Our teacher told us that in East Asia, chrysanthemums are given for the portrait of the dead”, Eunice said dryly.