The Fragrant Flower Blooms With Dignity Novelas e Histórias

“Have a smell with me.” Conrad gave it a smell, but everything smelled the same to him. Fia got closer to the chrysanthemums, took a deep breath, and said quietly, “The scent of the chrysanthemum is fragrant and sweet, with a little bitterness.” Conrad got closer to the flowers and sniffed deeper. While it was obvious that the scent of the flowers was stronger here than somewhere without flowers, he really couldn’t tell.

He inclined his neck to the side, blinking his eyes before he held out his hand, letting the flowers float around me, magically suspended as though it was held by some twine. I am still shocked at how the flowers float around me that when he speaks, I jumped slightly for his voice is full of sadness, “This is an act of responsibility for I have willingness to become better. Humans call it an apology,” His sad stormy eyes stared at me with remorse, yet his face remains emotionless and handsome. I took the flowers one by one and asked, “What’s this flower?” “Hyacinth,” he gave me a small smile before dragging himself out of the room, his form weary . I caressed the flower, settling down on th

“Jen, this bouquet is for you. I hope you’ll be as beautiful as a flower every day, and your mood stays as good as a flower—beautiful as always.” “Even if I don’t accept this bouquet, I’m still as beautiful as a flower.” Dylan laughed, “Of course. Our Jen is as beautiful as a flower, a national treasure, so unparalleled in grace, surpassing even the Mona Lisa.” “Your mouth is so sweet, it’s sickening.”

I touched a particular flower, I am ignorant of the name and I don't wish to ask her about it, it would look embarrassing to me so I kept it to myself. "Sir this flower you are admiring is called a desert rose or an impala lily, it got a nice fragrance and ladies love it as well, the smell is also relaxing for our kinds." "I see." Was just the two words that left my mouth at least I know the name. "Yes sir, do you need me to get some flowers like this when you are about to leave?" She asked avoiding looking at me. "I guess so." "Noted Alpha." "I want to sit here a little, get me a brand of wine that is good and expensive, I would love to have it here," I ordered her.

Surrounded by two people. In the corner of the room, there appeared a flower that only bloomed with fragrance at night. At this time, like a sacred moment of the noble flower line, each flower is racing to spread out its pure, white petals, as if trying to show off all their beauty and nobility, and at the same time tender and gentle like a young woman. The gentle and pleasant fragrance spread in all directions, making her feel like standing here was like putting herself in the middle of a flower cave. Flowers surrounded him, and the stars shone brightly in the sky like he was in the fairy world.

"No time for dilly-dallying, you must tally with my word whether your answer might pull down or up. It is rather a must for I desire this Amaranth." "His Amaranth flower, who blooms rare. Holds phenomenal power, Wherefore fair? Whence fair? frog's thoughts are fair."

I rolled over my butt and picked up the letter. “To me, your worth is like a Kadupul flower, priceless. No riches could ever weigh more than your worth.” I read. I bit my lower lip stopping my lips to form a smile. I gently scooped the flower as though I was scooping water on my palms. With closed eyes, I inhaled its scent. A different sweet scent drew my attention to the open window. Moonlight barged inside my room as it shone bright to the night sky. I smiled at the window and mouthed thank you. I may not see him but I could feel him, sense him. After that his scent vanished into the air.

"... Women's flowers are swaying in the mortal world, and women's flowers are swaying gently with the wind. If you smell the strong fragrance of flowers, don't ask who my flowers are for..." "... Love is a matter of knowing and drinking. Flowers bloom and thank you. Fate doesn't stop. It's like the spring breeze coming and going. Women are like flowers and dreams..." Joe looked at the woman in front of him. She sang with her eyebrows lowered and her eyes rolled slightly. There was a little melancholy in her dark eyebrows. The tear mole on her white face was clearer, and her face was also full of melancholy. She was like a quiet and dark udumbara, with a faint fragrance coming out, tempting p

It smelled sweeter, but she could not figure out the other part of this rose fragrance. “Lovely isn’t it?” Vastria turned around to where the voice came from. The voice was warm and not startling. Lily Rosenburg stood before her with a few cut roses in her arms, clearly de-thorned. “I have never seen anything like this rose.” Vastria responded turning back to the rose.

“Where should I put it?” I looked at the flowers. They were elegant, expensive, arranged perfectly. The fragrance was sweet but suffocating. My jaw hardened. “Anywhere,” I said flatly, looking away first. “I don’t care.”