The Flower That Was Bloomed By A Cloud Novels & Stories

"Do you know its name?" Avery asked as they started planting the flowers together. Crystal shook her head as if she didn't know. "It's freesias, and it's my favorite flower. Even though it was never my favorite until... until Ramos risked his life to get this flower for me from a narrow cliff." Avery said with love-filled eyes but her words froze Crystal in surprise.

She asked when she saw the flowers suddenly stopped blooming midway… "Well, sweet wife, these flowers only bloom on the fourth month of every year, only by the sun set. All we have to do is to put a glass over this tree if you want to watch the petals for a long time…" Kamala said…this was the only flower that was unique in the garden. "It seems unique and captivating" she remarked when she saw the petals change from pink to dark purple. "It does…and it's very dangerous" she raised her eyebrows as if she wanted to know more of what he said.

His brows were furrowed and I bit my lips, nervous of what he will say. “I know it doesn’t meet your standards but I work harder than you think. I’m glad Aeon had offered some help so I can access the field without your knowledge and transport the flowers I like.” Caelum remains speechless. Slowly, he headed down on the middle where a meadow sits, and settled there, lying on his back. The clouds drifted past and casted large shadows over the garden, making the flowers glow slightly, appearing as though we are back at the field. I guess, Caelum’s presence have brought such power to the flowers.

This is real. The sea below the hill does not know and does not need to. The September light holds everything. The second life, in its full flower, entirely itself.

I took my time to point out each of the different species, telling her interesting facts about each one. "And this one is called 'Love in the Mist'," I said, pointing to a delicate blue flower that was in front of us. "Legend has it that if you pick it and give it to someone, you will be guaranteed their love forever." She giggled sheepishly. "Well, in that case, you'd better pick one for your mate when you find her." I smiled and plucked a stem of the Love in the Mist, handing it over to her. She was shocked but she accepted it and inhaled its sweet fragrance wearing a contented smile on her face.

I felt my redden, I muttered in mortification "Sorry," In return, she looked away. I would not blame her, I also despise when people touched me. I guess that is how I made others feel. My curious eyes caught sight of what she was painting, it looked like flower. I knew nothing about flowers so I could not guess the type, maybe a rose or a lily. I think it was rose however it was not red,it was black and fading. Like those leaves that fall out during falls. The flower had lost all its color. It was in the grasp of little finger which suggests it was a kid, but only her hand was painted in the painting. There was a rainbow and a storm cloud drawn above the flower. It left me stunned.

Different from the equally sweet scent that wafted across the room now. He couldn't explain why he was longing for her this badly, ever since he had woken up to prepare for the festival. Releasing a soft sigh, he deeply drew in some of the scent in the air. Unbeknownst to him, it was the intoxicating scent of the Flora’yn Bloom. He had actually been affected by the flower, just like Ambrose and his other men. But the effect wasn't obvious, because the only woman he found himself longing for, was Vaelora.

If you take life… I knelt near the back path where the hydrangeas still bloomed in their scattered pride—some pink, some blue, some white, as if they couldn't decide who they wanted to be. Lyra used to say they were shapeshifter flowers, always changing their truth depending on the soil. But one caught my eye. A single stalk. Smaller than the rest. Wilted and dry, slumped forward like it had given up. It wasn’t that far from the others—but still far enough to be alone.

If you giving it to someone that means you are promising them your faithfulness for lifetime. "¡Se la conoce como una flor feliz y la floración perfecta para una entrega de flores de verano para alegrar el estado de ánimo de alguien!" the old man continued while his little wife's face started coming in front of his eyes. (Translation: It is known as a happy flower and the perfect bloom for a summer flower delivery to brighten someone's mood!)

The letter didn't have a header and it didn't say from who it was either. It's the wind, can't you hear it? The sound is melodic, almost a whisper. Little by little, the voice turns brittle. Drop after drop, the tears don't cease to stop. The tune itself surrounds her, and like a spell her thoughts drown in the well. A soft murmur caresses her petals that are so thin, the light in her eyes slowly turning dim. The sigh of defeat makes the whistling howls of the wind freeze. Everything stops just as the rose falls.