Sunflower Bow 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.

“How about a combination of sunflowers, white and pink roses? Sunflowers are vibrant and full of energy, symbolizing adoration and loyalty, perfect for celebrating your sister’s achievement. The white and pink roses add a touch of elegance, symbolizing new beginnings, and bring warmth and affection to the bouquet.” The customer’s eyes lit up as she imagined the combination. “That sounds perfect! My sister loves sunflowers, and I think she will really appreciate the thought behind the flowers. I would love to go with that.” Georgia smiled, the joy of creating something special evident in her expression. “Wonderful choice. Tiffany, would you mind putting together a bouquet with those flowers?”

I quickly opened the next envelope. Sunflower symbolizes devotion and loyalty which come from the flower’s loyalty and devotion to the sun. Regardless of the sun’s actions, the sunflower continues to show its look at it, admire it, and follow its journey, making it the ultimate symbol of loyalty. I promise to be the sunflower to your sun. Now that you've been fed, go, and look for the clue where you lay your head…

‘And that,’ she pointed to my mother’s very pregnant stomach, ‘is you. A tear slid down my cheek as I watched her walk down, admiring the festivities with an alluring smile across her face. Everyone she passed by would stop what they were doing to say hello and bow to her. No fear or discomfort struck anyone’s faces, they truly felt safe and welcomed by her. Feeling drawn in by her, I strided forward to get a better look at her. A florist, holding a basket of many flowers on his arm, approached her and handed her a single sunflower, ‘My Luna,’ he bowed his head, ‘A symbol of adoration and longevity for your baby. May they be a powerful heir to our pack.’

He walked out of the room not bothering to wait for him. Feng Shao huffed and followed him to the hall. He could see beautiful flower beds on the sides of the pathways which he was walking on. He could also smell the calming fragrance. And some medicinal herbs used merely for the purpose of decoration. The sun was shining so brightly with a wonderful breeze accompanying the heat that was making multiple hazes on the soils. It was a wonder as to why those flowers were thriving nicely in such a weather. "We're here." The little boy announced in a bored tone.

What Silver Dawn could do was this: become unremarkable. Not invisible. Not shapeshifting in the dramatic sense, no borrowed faces, no changed heights, nothing that required a mirror afterward to confirm you were still yourself. Something quieter and stranger than that. Cellular suppression, the ability to pull the body's broadcast signal inward. Dampen the scent. Cool the skin temperature. Slow the heartbeat to something a sensor would read as ambient noise rather than a living thing. From the outside, we registered as human. Or as nothing at all. We called it The Switch.

So what the hell is this? Walking closer, I reach out to the bouquet, arranged in a square orange vase. It’s gorgeous. A combination of sunflowers and orange roses, with rust and gold chrysanthemums and fall leaves. Whoever sent this… they know me well. Sunflowers and orange roses are my favorites. I absolutely adore them.

she said slowly. "Discount sun," Dante corrected, taking a sip of his coffee. "The real one still arrives on schedule. This is the early-access version." A convoy of vehicles rolled into the compound below. Workers began unloading crates—rare flowers that bloomed only in direct light, heat-sensitive orchids, gold-thread banners embroidered with wolf motifs, crystal light sculptures shaped like howling wolves and crescent moons. An assistant jogged up with a card, handing it to Luna with an apologetic bow.

Her gaze flickered to the sunflowers, and a faint smile tugged at her lips. "Hey," D'Andre greeted, his voice soft. "Hi," she replied, a hint of wariness still present. D'Andre extended the bouquet toward her. "These are for you." Maiari accepted the flowers, her fingers brushing against the delicate petals. "Sunflowers?" He nodded. "They remind me of you. Vibrant, strong, and always reaching for the light." A blush tinted Maiari's cheeks, and she looked down at the bouquet, seemingly touched by his gesture. "Thank you, D'Andre."

I asked her and she gave me a sorrowful nod before placing the tiara on my head. “Oh!” my mother exclaims, then leaves the room. What she comes back with puts a smile on my face; a beautiful Biedermeier bridal bouquet made up of red roses and pink Peruvian lilies. What amazed me the most was the fact that the centre flower was a sunflower - did Dante know they were my favourite?