Ugly Flowers の小説・ストーリー

I carried it to my dining table like it might explode, my fingers trembling as I lifted the lid. Inside, nestled in tissue paper as black as midnight, were flowers. But not just any flowers. They were the most dramatic, dangerous-looking flowers I had ever seen. Deep, blood-red roses, so dark they were almost black, mixed with strange, elegant black lilies that looked like they’d been grown in moonlight. There was no sweet, gentle scent. It was something richer, spicier. It smelled like power. There was a simple, thick card nestled among the stems. No handwritten note. Just crisp, typed words.

Phedra Elizabeth lightly plucked a flower, crushed it, and dropped it on the ground. “No matter how beautiful flowers are, they will fade. Love also blooms like flowers jostling each other to bloom, when they die, it's also a colorless flower that no one needs. If the flower wither is due to not being able to resist, being weak and then sowing the fate of others, then no matter how beautiful, no matter how beautiful, even if there is no comparable flower, it will die." "The saddest thing is that the most beautiful flower loses to a flower that is not even a real flower, does not show off its color, does not give off a fragrance but is eye-catching, sparkling in the eyes of those who cherish

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.

Somehow, my inability to see made the pain and pleasure both immeasurable. "Now, shall we go over all the rules you have broken today, my precious flower?" he whispered in my ear, his breath hot and heavy. The words sounded rather vile and somehow made me want to push him off of me. But, I held still wanting to see just what exactly is this shit. Before, I could have comprehended anything another smack landed on my clothed ass, through the thin material of the electric black-blue gown. "Words, flower." This guy, I swear.

So I placed on a smiling face and pointed at some flowers, which where at the peak of their bloom and asked, “Do you have any knowledge about flowers?” “Yes I do Alpha” he replied and pointed at a purple rose with spikes and said happily, “that’s a devil snare, a poisonous flower that can make a fully grown wolf run mad, not sleep and have hallucinations, then if not treated urgently…it can lead to death.” “Oh..” I said and turned back to look at him in admiration, “that’s impressive.”

I was so irritated that my consciousness pushed him further back in my head before he could howl to cause headaches. Our enchantment soon gave way to caution as we noticed an unusual transformation. It should be beautiful, considering that it's flowers. The only thing was that they grew larger and took on an unexpected form--- resembling Venus flytraps. Their pretty petals and design remain the same, but their once-inviting appearance now holds an element of danger.

I ignored it, my thoughts drifting instead to a memory of a couple who had a picturesque outdoor wedding. "Do you remember that wedding on the lawn?" Frank's face lit up with recognition, and he nodded, his words tumbling out in a rush. "I remember. They were so in love, so blissfully happy. I always pictured us like that. You haven't talked to me in so long. Does this mean—" I cut him off, my voice steady. "They got a divorce a few years later. He cheated because she was disfigured, and he couldn't bear to look at her anymore. That's the thing about the love you're clinging to—it's just as fragile."

I was just focused on the book I was reading, pretending not to hear them. “Hey ugly,” one of them called out. “Hope you are not planning to show up tonight.” I pushed back my glasses that were falling off my nose and continued reading. One of them walked to my desk, grabbed my book and dropped it to the floor. “You don't ignore beauty like us.” She said, titling her head smugly. She continued “have you gotten a prom date? Oops, I forgot. Nobody will want an ugly duckling like you to be their date.”

Twice. Then flashed her the most innocent, outrageously fake expression she’d ever seen on his face. “Elara… I promise, there is no ceremony for us. People just happen to be here. Doing… island things.” Teresa, behind them, actually snorted and pretended to cough. Elara’s suspicion sharpened. “Julian.” “Yes?” “That is a stage.” “Coincidence.” “Those are floral arches.” “Aesthetic.” “Those banners have the Cross family crest.”

Hello, My name is Jane, and between my sister and me, I am the ugly one. And no, I am not an insecure bitch who likes to complain about my looks all the time. My sister Liliana is blessed with beautiful genes. She had long flowing blonde hair with bright blue eyes and pink lips that remind you of delicate flower petals.