The Confidence Of Wildflowers の小説・ストーリー

"Also can't I compliment my husband's handsome physique anymore?" " Yes you can. And I will satisfy you tonight. I will also make sure you get pregnant tonight. I can't wait to hear the cry of my baby." " It's not your baby. It's mine." " No it's mine." "I disagree,Xander. I will carry him for nine months. And deliver it." " I will plant my seed in your belly with great effort. And when you start with your mood swings, who will be there for you?, It is me."

She conveniently found a quiet place and sat down. A stone bench with a wide canopy that covers the sun is a pretty good choice. She put her book bag aside and glanced at the blooming flowers in front of her. Wild sunflowers are not as gorgeous as roses, not as dazzling as Levi's, but a wildflower like it still shows its own strength. Normally, someone pays attention to a wildflower, people always pay attention to more luxurious and splendid things.

He watched as she climbed the cliff again, his sharp eyes wide, tracking her every movement, scanning the surroundings as if he could ward off any danger just by sheer focus. This time, Cara reached the plant without trouble. Clinging tightly to the rock with one hand, she stretched the other out, fingertips grazing the vivid red petals that shimmered under the silver moonlight. Only then did she realize there were actually three flowers on the bush. One was still a tiny bud, barely noticeable unless seen up close. Carefully, she plucked the fully bloomed flower. Then, with a bright, triumphant smile, she held it up for Grey Wolf, proudly showing off her prize.

We passed by elegant lilies, their graceful stems swaying gently in the breeze, and clusters of vibrant roses that filled the air with their heady perfume. Finally, as the sun began to dip below the horizon, we reached the heart of the orchard. Here, nestled among the trees, was a breathtaking field of wildflowers, their colors blending together in a riot of hues. "These are our wildflowers," Carlos said, his voice filled with pride. He fondled the flowers with care and attention. He always sounded very proud of his work.. "They may not be as grand as some of the other flowers in the orchard, but they hold a beauty all their own.”

The engine hummed low, then fell silent as he parked beneath a leaning oak, its roots twisted like old hands gripping the earth. He didn’t wait. Didn’t take a breath. Just stepped out. And the place hit him like a memory made real. Before him, the park unfolded in quiet majesty. A small, glassy lake stretched out, its surface reflecting the sky in perfect stillness. Tall pines stood like sentinels around the edges, their needles whispering in the breeze. Wildflowers bloomed in waves — purple coneflowers, golden yarrow, clusters of white daisies, and delicate pink phlox that Sophia had once told him, “reminds me of home.” She loved them. Not because they were rare. Not because they were showy

A dangerous feeling for someone like me. When I reached my office, I unlocked the door and pushed it open and froze. A bouquet sat on my desk. Not roses, not lilies, not anything grand or pretentious. Wildflowers. Soft purples and blues. Tiny white blossoms with frayed, delicate petals. The kind of flowers that grew where no one bothered to look. Beautiful, quiet, resilient. My breath left me in one quick exhale. A small card rested in front of them. My fingers trembled as I picked it up.

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.

Years of foolhardiness—an unthinking stubbornness that had driven my guardians to their graves. My eyes flicked around as I walked through. I listened. I could hear the birds chirping and a host of other animal sounds. Everything was fine. In my experience, a quiet wood could only mean one thing. Trouble. A cluster of wildflowers drew my attention making me stop. They meant nothing to me. To me, they were just a bunch of over hyped coloured plants. Plants to be trampled under boots. But Jenine loved them. And if she did love them, I would bring them to her.

She said while I held back the smile creeping around my lips Her voice carried a sense of reverence as she spoke, as though each word was imbued with her own experiences and emotions. I found myself entranced by her storytelling, her words weaving a tapestry of meanings and emotions associated with these beautiful flowers. As the conversation continued, we delved deeper into the symbolism of other flowers. She spoke of the delicate elegance of the lily, the vibrant energy of the sunflower, and the quiet resilience of the orchid. Her words painted vivid pictures in my mind, evoking a deep appreciation for the wonders of nature and the messages they carried.