Story Of The Last Chrysanthemum Novels & Stories

Euphyllia loved chrysanthemums. From then onward, every time Redmund neglected her... every time he wounded her with careless words... every time I witnessed another crack forming within the smile she tried so desperately to preserve... a chrysanthemum quietly found its way to her. Along with a handwritten note. Nothing extravagant. Nothing that revealed my identity. Only small reminders that somewhere... someone saw her. I still remembered watching from a distance as she stared at the flowers in confusion, searching every passing face with knitted brows, wondering who the mysterious sender could possibly be.

No matter how many famous doctors he found, I was still going to die. Maybe he was finally asking himself the same question I had. What was the point of telling me he loved me now? *** Johan refused to accept it. He still seemed to think I was the girl from seven years ago, a flower just starting to bloom. But I was already withering in the rain. I told him to get out. No matter how much I cursed or tried to shove him away, he stayed stubborn as hell, clinging to someone who was already dying. I just didn't get it.

She glanced at the fountain first before she looked at Theo. "I wanted to show you this special and sacred place in hopes that you will understand me and the way we live, even just for a little." Theo said with all seriousness. Maddie just nodded to urge him to continue. "This flame was revived when the war from a long time ago was put to an end. Since then, this flame was not on the verge of dying out." "Wait." Maddie even put her hand up to stop Theo from speaking. "What does the war have to do with the flame? Is the war about putting water in it?" Maddie was serious but Theo chuckled on her question which made her brows knot.

That was not the Morgan who made me instant noodles. The real her had turned to ashes. Even her reputation after death had become a tool her son used to trap me. “Have some water.” A glass was handed to me. In front of all the guests, Daniel continued to act like a patient and generous host. “Mira, I know you feel guilty. The dead cannot return. Mom would not want to see you like this.” His voice sounded gentle, but his eyes held a warning, as if he said, “Drink it. Accept this story. Accept your place.”

She said no matter what I became, as long as I was willing to come back, she would wait for me. I had to admire her acting. Overnight, she became the brave and kind single mother, whereas I became the scumbag who abandoned his wife and child. People found my home address and gathered outside, demanding I give her an explanation. However, I had already moved. When they couldn’t find me, they went to my studio instead. I looked at the furious crowd downstairs and calmly called the police, who arrived quickly and dispersed them. Elara seized the opportunity to start livestreaming. In no time, she made a fortune.

It was cold. My limbs were numb. All my surroundings were somewhat hazy. With every minute passing, the pain in my heart became less and less hurtful. Surely, I was dying. Pierced with a bullet in an abandoned warehouse like some mafia thug who dared to steal money or sell the poor quality drug to his business partner. Oh my, wasn't I pitiful? Well, I wish that was the case. Honestly, in my last moments, I preferred to die for whatever reason, including incurable disease, being a bad person who did unimaginable deeds and now suffered retribution or just a f*ckin incident where the plane crashed.

I wasn't answered, I better just talk to the flowers maybe they'll respond. "These white chrysanthemums are the flowers of death," this quiet man suddenly spoke. I looked at him as I smelled the flower I was holding. "Really? Flower of death?" I asked, confused. We look at each other and I was a bit shocked to see his face when he removed the scarf from his mouth. I think I have already seen him before. "This is the flower I offer to my dead parents," he said and his eyes are still on me. I had a strange feeling that I can't explain. I can also feel my heart was beating faster. Why is it like this?

My eyes caught the purple chrysanthemums and I felt drawn to it “I’ll keep these ones.” She raised a brow, “Odd choice but okay.” She picked up some roses and stepped out of the apartment. I dropped the chrysanthemums on the table and put them in a vase. “I’ll never forget a woman like you.” His words echoed in my mind. He called me unforgettable. I scoffed. Of course he’d say that. They all did. He was a man after all. I knew this game all too well. They’d love bomb you, leave you hooked and then rip out your heart and disappear.

That's what that poor flower was being asked as the burgundy-haired one plucked a petal, and then another and another, without even knowing the purpose or reason for it. "This is stupid! Why do people do that?" he couldn't help but show immense indignation as he got up off the ground with everything "how would a flower determine that? How would I prefer i-..." only one petal was missing, one just after a 'barely me that. ' "silly thing..." he plucked the last one, thus blushing and hiding his face with one hand. It was extremely ridiculous that something like happiness was filling him at that moment, all because of a petal that was like a premeditated bet, or at least one that seemed very pr

Silent tears rolled down my face. Why? Why couldn't I just have a normal family and a happy life? I never wanted to hurt anyone. I never even got involved with the things they did. But maybe I wasn't innocent either. The money that was used to raise me was dirty, stained with blood and tears. No matter how much I tried to deny it, I couldn't escape payback forever. I just never thought the price would be my own family trying to kill me. When Neil saw me crying, his whole face darkened with fury.