Ugly Flowers の小説・ストーリー

It was an astonishing display, and his expression remained cold as he stared into the distance. Boom! The flowers in front of them shattered, and the very space around them trembled as though the flowers were somehow connected to everything in this place. Adrian’s expression remained icy. “Not bad.” He swung his hand again, releasing an even more terrifying wave of force. Rumble... Countless flowers erupted into chaos, and Adrian's expression darkened. There were far too many of them. The mountains were overrun with man-eating flowers, making entering a challenge, and leaving even harder.

‘Jake really doesn’t know how to talk to people that aren’t me’ she thought. The manager sensing Jake wasn’t in a good mood said a short prayer for Cammy in his head. Everyone knows how Jake treats women when he’s angry . He is the incarnate of a Devil. He led the two across the field full of flowers and showed them the rare flowers which piqued Cammy’s interest. South Carolina is home to a lot of rare flowers . Common flowers that can be grown in one's yard to add more colors are zinnias, cosmos, sunflowers, marigolds, petunias, pansies, and begonias.

There were even tiny flowers that glowed in the dark, their soft light illuminating the garden like tiny stars. As they reached the center of the garden, they came across a patch of flowers that looked like they were made of glass. These were the crystal flowers, a rare sight even in this magical garden. Their delicate petals sparkled in the sun and shone like diamonds. Nearby, there were strange, carnivorous plants with gaping maws that snapped shut at the slightest touch.

Did she remember or was she hallucinating? She didn't know. She stretched out her hand unbidden, to touch them, and upon a closer look, the roses weren't a pretty shade of white at all. They were a mangled pink, like they had been poorly crossbred. Aria didn't mind. She could always see the beauty in the ugly. It was the only way she could live with how ugly her own soul was. A different scent floated into her nostrils. She spun around abruptly with a gasp, coming into solid contact with Aston's chest.

These flowers were powerful and Poisonous. They could give power to anyone who possessed them and Elijah was a power greedy wolf. I wonder how that person who had taken the flowers must have found this place. "I wonder if this place still exists. If it did, we should find it and destroy every remaining petal of these horrible flowers. They were enticing yet murderous." Just like I was immediately drawn to the flowers even after my terrible experience with them, I couldn't let anyone else experience that. Moreover, the fact that they looked even healthier here only meant that they would be more deadly.

The flowers are the first thing my eyes find when I walk into the dorm. Their red petals are bright and cheerful, sitting in the vase I left it earlier in the evening. Something tugs in my chest, a feeling I don't want to be feeling at this moment. "Pathetic," I mutter, grabbing the flowers in a fistful. The water from their stalks drips on to the table. "Ugly, overpriced weeds!" "Okay, maybe not ugly and not weeds, but definitely overpriced. Throw anything out that's not from Zeke," my mind urges me.

Inexplicably, Agarez thought of the flower Evelyn had spoken of, the gloriously beautiful flower that would only bloom at a set time of year, yet would never bloom in the Old Country. The flowers of the Old Realm are as carnivorous as the demons that live here, both fierce and brutal, secreting corrosive liquids and emitting poisonous gases that disorient and paralyze their prey.The kind of flowers Evelyn described as wilting when plucked and unimaginably fragile simply don't exist in the Old Realm. If it exists, then it should look like this--Agarez thought in his mind as he looked at the gently floating hem of his skirt, which was like a flower petal swaying in the wind.

"You didn't even arrange flowers and wait for me, that really made me very, very touched. I never thought that if you chose not to do anything for me, you shouldn't have done that. Now what should I do? I'm moved beyond words." "Stop saying that, I should have given you some flowers earlier. I can only collect some of these flowers for you, how can you even pick wild flowers and they are corpse flowers? It is a flower with a very foul home, the Merry Rose.” “I've removed the foul smell from this pattern, you just relax. Everything will definitely be very safe. Thank you for picking up some flowers for me, I really like these flowers. You don't need to think that maybe I don't like this flowe

Was that why so many had described her as ugly? I could show those fucking bastards what real ugliness was. I could scar each of their faces, to punish them for making her feel bad over something as insignificant as those scars. I would make them all apologize to her on their knees for every tear I ever heard her shed. They clearly hurt her enough to make her believe I would walk away from her just because of that. My silly, silly mate…