The Garden Of Books Novels & Stories

Waiting for her. I always feel like I’m trespassing in a place that’s both sacred and cursed anytime I walk these winding paths. A place that remembers her, even when I desperately want to forget. Selene loved this garden. Day after day, she poured her soul into every flower bed, every trellis, every meticulous pruned hedge. This was her baby, her escape. But now, every petal and leaf seemed like a hollow echo of the life that once thrived here. The garden, a poignant relic of her absence, no longer radiated the brilliance it once did. No one can cater to it like she did.

The garden was quiet now, the only sounds were the chirping of birds and the whisper of wind brushing the leaves. Her expression changed. A slow, knowing smile spread across her face. She reached into her pocket, pulled out her phone, and quickly typed a message. Her eyes flicked down the screen. Then she muttered quietly: "Send." And she did. The garden returned to stillness ~~~~~~ Inside the quiet, dimly lit corner of an old bookstore-turned-cafe, Lucien and Emily sat facing each other. The smell of old books mixed with fresh coffee hung in the air, giving the place a warm, hidden charm. A small lamp above their table cast a soft glow over their faces, just enough to see each other clearly

"The one and only. Is that an alien on the cover?" "Yes." I flip it around and show her properly. "A sexy blue one. It's great." Peyton blinks, and I clear my throat. "I'm Gardenia. And I'm reading this for a naughty book club. It's awesome, and you should totally join." I don't invite just anyone to our precious book club, but this girl clearly needs some sexy aliens in her life. She's staring at the book like a door's just opened in her brain.

Mama said, tugging me toward the door as Evelyn nodded, replying with a ‘yes ma’am. When we reached a big white door, she pushed it open, and I let out a gasp. The library was like a huge glass room filled with books, flowers of different sizes and colors covering the earth outside. It made the library look like something out of a fairy tale, with a feather-like couch by the side of a shelf, perfectly facing the garden. I loved reading books; it had been my only way to pass time before truly falling in love with it. But seeing this garden, it felt like I had found another thing I love.

The summer after Solenne began writing, the garden became a library. Not a building—a living archive. The gold flowers had grown so thick that the stone paths were nearly invisible, and the blooms pulsed with a light that seemed to hold every story Solenne had ever written. The witnesses who came to the garden spoke of feeling the words when they touched the petals—not reading them, but absorbing them, the way roots absorb water.

"I have another gift for Vesta." "Another?" Marcus raised an eyebrow. "Isn't she… giving them away?" "Indeed, which only strengthens my resolve. This one, however, will be different." I approached a bookcase, running my fingers along the spines of countless leather-bound volumes. Finally, I pulled out a book with a worn cover and faded gold lettering: "My Mother's Garden." This book, filled with sketches and descriptions of Vesta’s own mother's beloved garden, was a cherished memory from her childhood. It held a sentimental value that went beyond monetary worth.

He's pouting. I walked towards the mansion , it was extravagant and detailed floral prints are painted in purple and gold colour . Even though , it's not like our mansion . It's extravagant for me . Then , we went towards the garden . The garden is filled with flowers of anemone ; it has many shades of flowers. It's pleasing to the eyes. There was a pergola , which was vertical pillars on the sideways are covered with wild vines . At the end of pergola , there was gazebo , a shadowed place which was built for tea session . June is already here in the gazebo .

He comes back a few minutes later with a smile on his face and a book in his hands. “Here, for your troubles.” I glance at the title, “Beginner’s Guide to professional gardening.” I accept it with a half-hearted glare and say through clenched teeth, “Gee, thanks.”

But I was feeling tipsy, and something about him just made me want to say yes. As I took his hand, he guided me through the winding corridors of his home, leading me to a hidden back door that I hadn't noticed before. We stepped out into a breathtakingly beautiful garden, a vibrant oasis that took my breath away. The garden was a kaleidoscope of colors, with every imaginable hue of flower blooming in harmony. Lush vines cascaded over an intricate network of arches, trellises, and fencing, creating a sense of enchantment that surrounded us on all sides.

Maybe I can divert my attention or so. I remember... Mother has her green hands, why not me… right? Although I haven't taken care of a plant with my help alone. I want to try new things to release me from boredom. Almost all the books in Gavin's library are academical. Thankfully there are some hidden gems left hiding but still I am glad I find some . There’s no one to hinder me here anymore anyway. Why not do things I haven’t done before? Like gardening. I kinda like it when I’m with my mother while she waters the plants and flowers.