The Blooming Violet In The Back Garden นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“All right, then, be quick. We have a lot of work to do.” Violet went outside to check out the new garden in front of the mansion while she waited for Anne to arrive. Looking at how the flowers were blooming reminded her of another aspect of her life: relationships. She quickly dismissed it because her car arrived at that precise moment, carrying Anne. She helped herself and sat comfortably in the limo as it drove away. She was proud and happy with what she had accomplished over the years. She was distracted by the trees and cars when she heard Anne say that they had arrived at the mall.

Garden out back, surrounded by a low stone wall. I climbed over the wall easily, dropping into the garden. Flowers everywhere. A fountain. Trees providing shade. And that scent—so strong now it was almost overwhelming. Coming from the villa itself. I moved closer, staying low, using the garden vegetation as cover. I crept closer to the villa's back door, that intoxicating scent pulling me forward like a rope around my chest. Whatever was in there—whoever was in there—I had to find them. Had to see.

she muttered, rubbing her nose. She was standing in a garden that defied the laws of nature. What had once been a barren wasteland of volcanic ash was now a lush, violet paradise. Moon-orchids the size of dinner plates bloomed in the twilight. Vines of silver ivy climbed the walls of a modest, sprawling cottage built from the ruins of the old Citadel. "It’s probably the village bard," a deep voice rumbled from the porch. "He gets the details wrong. He claims I was seven feet tall and breathed fire."

"All the time. She had this small patch behind our house with lilies roses, and violets. We’d spend hours out there, even when she got sick. She said being in the dirt made her feel alive. We had such wonderful times together." Evelyn nodded slowly. "That sounds... nice. Mom here, likes the garden too, she tends to it all the time back at home. And I just watch her from my room window. She said it was the perfect spot for her to grow them so I could watch how beautiful they bloom." We worked in silence again, pulling weeds, tilling the soil, gathering dead leaves into a bag. I caught Evelyn glancing at me occasionally. Not with suspicion this time, but with a kind of curiosity.

The butterfly bobbed right where the woods began, then vanished deeper, as if the trees had swallowed it whole. “Lily!” I was already moving. The grass blurred. Conversations at the benches—the two moms comparing schools, the man on a call—fell away. I shoved past low branches and felt the air change, heat shedding its skin for something cooler, older. “Lil?” I said, softer now. A giggle answered—small, bright, heartbreakingly near. She crouched beneath a birch, knees muddy, fingers reaching for a patch of wild violets. “Mama, look!” She held a purple bloom like a jewel.

The Night-Blooming Garden was the most beautiful and popular place in the Cloud City. More than a garden, it would be more appropriate to describe it as a forest, but as it was located in the heart of the city and a long road crossed it, many would go there, especially at night, when the most beautiful flowers would open with the beginning of each season.

She rushed over and slapped me hard, pointing at the black shrouds draped throughout the house, shouting, “You little brat! Are you insane? Do you want to die? I see you’ve gone mad! “You called to curse your Grandpa into prison, and now you hang these shrouds in the house? What do you think you’re doing?” Sophia, linking her arm with Mom’s, tried to appease her. “Yes, Charlotte, you can’t be upset just because Mom and Ethan went to Moonlake with me and didn’t bring you. “Look at all this is so morbid! And cursing Grandpa… Please don’t do that. Next time, we’ll take you with us, okay? Don’t blame me. I’m sorry…”

“I haven't too. Infact, I didn't even know they existed, I only know of red roses. Call David, ask him to check Almond city's digital map for popular gardens and florists in the city. I want more info on the white rose.“ Jones replied. “Okay boss, I didn't know you had interests in ornamental knowledge.“ “Listen Maria, from the killer's perspective, the idea of the white rose shows that they're trying to reveal the purpose of the murder, project their identity or even show the world there's some sort of emotion attached to it. Anything coloured white is usually a representation of peace but in this case I guess it's not so.“ Jones said. “As much as I support your theories but these are prett

“Hello, I’m back! Do you have any bouquets in red and purple, or can I have one made up. I found out that that is my babe’s favorite color combo, especially if there are red roses.” The girl behind the counter looks at me “Nice combination! We don’t get a lot of call for it, but I can put something together. I have Black Baccara roses, they are a deep, velvet red, I can mix them with some brighter red carnations and poppies that have red petals and a deep purple center and purple lattice, oh! I just got in a few other things that may work…I can do this.” She smiles as she starts turning to the back, then shoots over her shoulder “Good to see you back and to know that your girl’s mother didn’

It was just a crack, but more than enough to let the early morning chill in. “The door must not have latched,” I mused, making my way slowly to the other side of my bedroom, my back and legs stiff. “Well, at least the only neighbors I needed to worry about are foxes.” Taking a moment to marvel at the garden in the morning sunlight, I inhaled the crisp air deeply, breathing the bright scent of roses, lavender and mint. Whoever planted this garden did so with a loving eye and a taste for rare blooms. I even saw a few of my grandmother’s signature rose varieties growing next to terraced walls of jasmine and nasturtium, made even more stunning in contrast to the large sequoias creating a dark wa