Tears On A Withered Flower Characters Name Novels & Stories

He ripped one of the roots into his palm, and blood poured out. The soil hissed louder in response. The garden throbbed, alive with a vibrant red fire. Camela's breath came in ragged gasps, with tears streaming down her cheeks like fire. "No…Vincent…you'll feed it…" she whispered. His voice trembled, but his grip held on tight as he responded. "Better me than you." The flowers bent low, their red petals opening wide like eager mouths. One by one, they whispered in her father's voice:

She turned away, her posture rigid, leaving Flora reaching for empty air. I watched from behind the curtains, a smirk playing at the corner of my lips. “Drama unfolds, and the mastermind is revealed,” I mused, savoring the unfolding chaos. Refusing to be dismissed so easily, Flora turned to Ethan Wilson, seeking any semblance of sympathy. She knelt before him, her hands clasped as if in prayer, her eyes brimming with tears. “Father, understand me, please,” she implored. Ethan hesitated, his face a battleground of emotion—conflict evident in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but was quickly silenced by Olivia’s sharp gaze.

Ten days before the wedding, my fiancée spent over a hundred million to buy Marcus Collins a luxury yacht. So, I silently threw away the matching rings I had once planned to give her. Seven days before the wedding, she spent 50 million dollars to celebrate Marcus' birthday. Thus, I set fire to the photo album that held every memory of our past. Three days before the wedding, she wore the ring I had used to propose, and she kissed him deeply by the sea. Today, I finally chose to step aside. I notified our families and friends that the wedding was canceled, and I personally returned the engagement tokens to the Yardley family. Lowering my head, I said softly, "Mr. and Mrs. Yardley…I've al

A tear trickled down my cheek, I wiped it off and took a deep breath. “Zephyr please forgive me for everything I’ve done. Please wake up and make me know this fight wasn't a lost one. I’ll die if I don’t have you please just wake up.” The curtains fluttered, cold winds rushing into the room. The scent of spring lilies wafted in with it. They were his favorite flowers. My eyes went to the flower vase. I should change them for him. I kissed his forehead and then his lips before I left him. The maids accompanied me to the garden. The guards brought me something to hold my flowers while I picked a bouquet. I noticed that my servants were turning their heads, someone had arrived and I had a prett

Closing my eyes I try to imprint everything about this place in my mind so that I never forget its beauty. A rough knock on my door lets me know that King Lignum is waiting on the other side for me. Taking a deep breath I try to compose the anxiety that is rising in my chest as I open the door. King Lignum, Adelle, and the twins are waiting for me on the other side. Flora has huge tears dripping from her eyes and down the flower petals that cover her cheeks. Her green eyes are filled with sadness as she stares deeply into mine. Holding out her arms she silently begs for me to pick her up. Lifting her into my arms she wraps her tiny arms around my neck and hides her head in my hair as s

Delisha hugged the flower pots with love, don't get scuffed. After this, she will take good care of herself, like taking care of his child. Should Delisha name Malika? "Should you give me the name Cheryl the flowers?" Ayden turned and shook his head. "Does like child want to be likened to a flower?" "Flowers are beautiful. So, name Cheryl junior, Cheryl senior, Cheryl's daughter, Mom Cheryl." Delisha cried again. Whatever she does, it is always interspersed with crying. The flower officer was surprised to see a buyer who was sobbing when she saw the flowers. However, the shopkeepers already understood, there was even crazier than Delisha. Every day to the flower shop to water it, it was even

In my previous life, just before I died, Sophia had whispered directly into my ear, “Actually, the one who accused your Grandpa of rape was my cousin, Victoria. “She just wanted to get a payout from your family. Who told you to meddle? Serves you right! “Your Grandpa was such a useless old man, and now he’s dead. What a pity! But on the road to the afterlife, at least he has you with him—so he’s not alone…”

“What is the Blood Petal?” Silas seemed lost in thought as he murmured, his gaze distant. “When the Goddess cried from heartbreak, a tear fell from her eyes and dropped onto the earth in what is now known as the ruins. The place where the tear fell grew a small white flower,” he paused, his voice growing heavier with the weight of his tale. “And when the flower bloomed...a new life emerged, with red eyes and a white petal mark between her brows.”

Rose's POV "Where am I?" I thought as I looked around the strange room. I'm lying in bed in a king-sized bed. "You're awake," a man said. I sat on the bed and noticed a large man in his mid-twenties. His right eye was scarred. He approached me, and I moved away from him. "Stay away from me," I said, but he kept approaching. "You are mine," he said before attacking me. "Wake up, Flower."

Surrendering. My tears bursted, and I let it stream down my face. I guess it's not that greedy if I let Dad see the real me. The other side of me that I've been hiding for years. I am weak, wreck and broken. My chest was hurting and all I could do was cry and cry until my eyes hurt and my heart bleeds. It was the only thing that strengthened me. It's where I hope for the pain to subside. L "I saw him. I saw him this morning, princess. I saw him in your house with another woman. L I wanted to surprise you. But—Fuck!"