Tanaman Morning Glory Novels & Stories

The first time Elowen pushed a living seed into a willing woman’s cunt, the entire greenhouse bloomed blood-red. The air was thick with the sweet, heavy perfume of night-blooming jasmine and something darker, the raw, musky scent of human arousal. Moonlight filtered through the dense canopy of glass and vines high above, casting shifting emerald patterns across the custom wooden frame in the center of the greenhouse.

But at night, it can be a frightening place, with dangers lurking in the dark shadows of the foliage. Dewdrops, rolling along the roses I planted a few weeks ago, the balcony was covered with plants and flowers, and nourished dreams, splashing a piece of transparent sunlight. In a golden squeak, hatch dawn that is no longer wet. Early morning was like the baby who wakes up after a night of sleep, just like the one giggling in my arms. Everywhere, there is vigour and vitality. The flowers, and the grass, are so green, I feel comfortable, I like the beautiful morning, it gives me a wonderful start.

I walked towards the window and looked down. Some pack warriors were stationed in front of the garden, and it had been sealed. “Mabel,” I touched her arm gently. She turned, but there was a devastated look on her face that made my chest ache. “I’m so sorry that happened to you,” I whispered. She looked down, hiding the tears that had welled up in her eyes. “I planted and nurtured those myself,” she said with a soft voice. “The moonwort took three seasons to grow. The feverfew came from cuttings Amara brought back from the Red Glade pack up north from her travels.” Her voice shook.

The kitchen garden gate was the gate they had passed through a thousand times, the latch worn smooth by their hands and Thomas's hands and the hands of whoever had come before. Thomas had planted something new along the south-facing wall of the kitchen garden: the first of the climbing plants, a clematis that would take two years to establish and then be, in Thomas's phrase, a permanent quality of that wall. The clematis was small — barely visible, a few inches of growth from a base that looked like nothing much — but Thomas had said it was doing what it should be doing, that the first year was for roots, that the visible growth would come later.

Lord Maeve and his powerful subordinates also hurriedly chased after them. Many magical plants with various fruits were growing on the plantation. Many of the fruits were Macrocosm Fruits. Even James was slightly tempted when he saw them and thought, “As expected from the strongest of the Nine Heavens. They’ve got a lot of hidden treasures.” Morangorin went directly to the center of the plantation. A fruit tree about 10,000 meters tall with a thick trunk could be seen. It had luxuriant branches and many red fruits hanging from the branches. Each fruit was the size of a fist and had a faint glow with a light fragrance.

“Excellent point! So then, how about dessert?” As we watch Sophie and Elliot cut their cake, I stop for a moment to admire the trellis. The morning glories are beautiful, and I didn’t realize before that Levi has woven some of his moonflowers in-between them. As it is twilight, both types of flowers remain open simultaneously, and it is a rare and exquisite sight. As I focus on one of the moonflowers in particular, I realize how unique it is due to its size. I think about taking it home to press as a reminder for Sophie.

I think this purple water morning glory flower will help me have a good night's sleep and be full of energy so that I can continue to complete the hard work tomorrow. However, when I walked to the garden next to the abandoned warehouse, I saw a black shadow come out of the window of that warehouse. This scared me so much that I fell to the ground. But I gradually regained my composure, because the black shadow I just saw was just the shadow of a cat. That's exactly the cat in the barn with the locked girl. By now, my sweat was dripping from my forehead, and I just wanted to quickly pick a purple water morning glory flower before hurrying back to my room.

I explained, though I doubted that was anything close to simple. "So you're getting one from the market? How do you differentiate between the one that was plucked at night and the one plucked in the morning?" Tank questioned. "That's kind of the most important and consequential question I've heard you ask today." I commended him but as usual Tank didn't take me seriously and I didn't take him serious either, I went on to answer his question. "It's basically simple, the night blooming night shade keeps it bloom at night even after it's plucked is if you see one with the petals closed at morning, just know it's a highly fatal night blooming nightshade." I whispered.

LILA Evening spread across the Packhouse in wide strokes of silver and blue. The air cooled, I stayed in the garden with Mara, the ground beneath us soft from the day’s work. The moon climbed slow over the ridge, pale and full, washing the rows in light that turned every leaf into glass. The crescent beds glimmered as if carved from frost. I knelt beside the central circle with the last pouch of seeds and loosened the drawstring. “These open only under moonlight,” I said, holding out the small white kernels. “Moonwort and night jasmine. They bloom when others sleep.”

In the 10th Manor and in recent decades, there weren’t many sword wielders around, but all of them were placed in the Chevalier Manor. He smiled and praised her work. “You’re doing good. Now, just stay here and meditate another two hours. Take it as your punishment for this morning.” “Yes, sir.” “And tomorrow, you and Rania are going on a mission, so be sure you’re not back too late.” And with this, he went back to his own business. *** She brought the tuberose bulbs closer to examine them before putting them in the pots. When they grew up enough and bloomed, the fragrance would be exquisite.