Novel & Cerita The Secret Life Of Plants

At that moment, his mind and body relaxed, making him feel refreshed. “What?” James was surprised. “What wonderful power.” Haestra and some of the Space Race’s powerhouses could not help but glance at James inquisitively. Haestra pointed to the small tree and said, “That plant grew from the mysterious seed that the Holy Emperor buried in our plantation. After many years, it eventually grew into this small tree.” Another respected elder of the Space Race piped in. “As soon as it bloomed, we’ve been sensing very mysterious power from it. We’ve searched through all our ancient books and finally found some vague information about it.”

Her hair complimented her white cardigan and her grey skirt was only visible because of the edge of the fabric that peeked from the black chair. In front of her was an open purse that contained stationeries. So I made a rough guess... She must be a student. A college one at most. I guess feeling someone's eyes on her, she turned her head to me and I immediately diverted my eyes to the pot flower plant that was hanging above her head. If you looked closely, you would notice the drawings on the pots. The one I was looking at presently was the drawing of a dragon with a red pearl in it's mouth. It was really cute and a fine design.

He disappeared from her life, and she was left to raise their daughter, Flora, all alone. Veronica had kept Flora's existence a secret from everyone, even her family. She was afraid that Chris would come back and take her away from her, or worse, force her to get rid of the child. She had managed to keep the secret hidden for eleven years, but now it was all coming to light, and she was not ready to face the consequences.

CHAPTER 1 I enjoy coming to the park at night, it's a place where I can relax, think freely without having someone around to bother me for staring at nothing, lost in my thoughts. I like to contemplate the night sky full of stars, the beautiful moon shining brightly and just stop to think, will I always live like this for the next few years of my life? I was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis when I was months old, I am now 19 years old.

The scent of earth and dampness hung in the air, a testament to the jungle's vitality and fecundity. Cynthia couldn't help but marvel at the sheer diversity of plant life that thrived in this magical place. Towering ferns with delicate fronds unfurled like intricate lacework, while carnivorous plants lurked in the shadows, ready to capture unsuspecting prey. Exquisite orchids clung to the trees, their tendrils reaching out as if to touch the heavens.

She knew that this secret held immense power, and she wanted to savor it, to protect the delicate seed of life that had taken root within her. The doctor entered the room, a warm smile gracing their face as they greeted Zelda. With a gentle touch, they began the examination, asking questions about her health and any changes she had noticed. Zelda, holding her secret close to her heart, answered truthfully but skillfully avoided any mention of the life growing inside her.

The grass that separated the various blooming flower beds gave the illusion of a green carpet and the bushes that contained the picturesque scenery was a vivid Kelly green that enhanced the crisp atmosphere. Deagan and Aria both stared in wonder; it felt like he was seeing it for the first time, yet the more he stared, the clearer he could see his siblings running through the little pathways playing hide and seek in the bushes, the more vivid the image of his mother on her knees pruning her plants became. The memory of his father holding her in his arms bridal style as they laughed and danced in the first rains of spring replayed before his eyes as if he were reliving the memory.

He hoped they could make it back in time and most importantly, bring back the cure. For an unknown reason, the words in the letter resonated within him, especially the part of the moon's plant. What does not require life to grow… It was as though his brain was trying to communicate something to him. A distant knowledge that just wavered around, unable to settle in. Then finally, it clicked. Yes! The Tree of Life! It was life itself, not requiring anything else to grow. It was self-sustaining without external nutrients, sunlight or water. Surviving and thriving in a place of death.

He then gets a call from Simon and puts the speakerphone on so I can hear. "We found a book about these famous plants. It was hidden under a concrete slab, a sign that no one wanted us to find it. Apparently, it's volume 5, which is not a good sign at all. If the other four are as thick as this one, we have a lot to worry about."

When I heard his description of her world, I once again was plagued with the question of why he would want to abandon life above ground for it, but I knew better than to think I’d get an answer if I pressed the issue. Since I was a student of the same women who taught my mother the base of everything she knew about horticulture and who had encouraged her to go on to school to become a biologist, I was admittedly curious about the plant life she managed to cultivate in her subterranean world. Geo said it was similar to what was found in his land and more than what was found in the parts of the world that were hit with nuclear toxicity. She’d even managed to stumble upon some fossils of exti