Ugly Flowers Novels & Stories

I just opened the book and started reading. I saw the blood orchid on the first page. It turns out to be one of the rare flowers, but I don't agree on just calling it rare. The ability of the flower that will make any animal big whenever it was eaten—rareness is an understatement. This is more like a forbidden flower. I saw many flowers there that I have never seen in my whole life. There is a flower that is intoxicating, there is a flower that increases libido...or they call it an aphrodisiac. There is a flower that eats people.

I try to make her explain. " okay Ma'am " she says sarcastically which shows that she has not believed a word of what I have told her. " Believe me Noami, one thing I know, that guy can't fall for a person like me. Ugly , uneducated ..fashion less.. " I say with a bit if sadness in my tone.

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.

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 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.”

“There are a few private estates. They probably have their own thing going on.” Elara frowned. “But... vJulian, there are flowers. And ribbons. And actual, Is that a stage? Why would there be a stage on a private island?” He gave a nonchalant shrug. “Rich people do odd things.” Elara blinked. Julian was a terrible liar. The grandmothers exchanged tiny smiles behind the kids’ backs. Mira gasped dramatically. “MOMMY! LOOK! It’s like a princess party! Or a wedding!” She twirled in excitement, nearly dropping Milo’s hand.

Kevin turned around and ran back. My eyes were fixed on the forsythia in the flowerbed, watching its yellow blooms swaying beautifully in the biting wind. I used all my strength to turn the wheelchair, trying to get a closer look. Unfortunately, I couldn't even reach the short distance away. I was truly useless. When death was near, one had to let go of everything—whether it was something you loved or hated. Just as I was being sentimental, I suddenly heard a shrill female voice nearby. "Cindy, you bitch! You're trying to ruin me!"