Ugly Flowers Novels & Stories

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!"

I also have realized that I brought the wrong flowers, the flowers that were not mine. The Flowers of Death.

Not expecting to see her browsing up the prizes for each flower and the numbers I was seeing were just unbelievable. One is called a Juliet Rose, widely known for its distinctive full-cupped shape and beautiful apricot petals. What is even crazier is that it took fifteen years to cultivate. The others were tulips, exotic orchids, lilies, and moonflowers. “Damn! These are all hell expensive. This one is no ordinary stalker, Cara.” Nancy muttered, still in sheer disbelief as she lowered her phone. It feels like my headache just had gone worst. “Obviously.” I wanted to throw it away, but seeing the prizes made me think otherwise.

And then, Nara bounced off with one hit. His body collided with a tree fell with a very sick body condition. He winced, trying to get up slowly. But unfortunately, when he was about to wake up, the creature had arrived right in front of Nara. And elsewhere, Ardina ran away from Nara and chased the monstrous Being. He kept running without knowing where his feet were running. Soon he stopped. This time he was surrounded by beautiful flowers that grew very large, ten times bigger than Ardina's height. "What place is this?" asked Ardina in her heart. She stood while twirling in her place. "And these? flowers--?" Ardina did not continue her speech. She realized what he saw were terrible flowers t

Then Dad said, " Do you like all the flowers there?" I nodded quietly, still sobbing. My cheeks were red and warm from crying. " When we were created, our Creator also wanted to create a beautiful garden with lots of colors." " Really?" I stopped sobbing for a moment and looked up at him with watery eyes. " Yes, Sweetheart. When you see different colors or shapes, never think of them as ugly. They're beautiful. Do you understand?" " Then why did Ruben say that I am ugly because I am a big girl?"

Austin handed me a tiny purple flower. Not even a pretty flower, just a weird crooked one. “This one’s for you,” he said proudly, like he found treasure. I rolled my eyes back then too. “It’s ugly.” “Yeah,” he said. “But you like ugly things.” I gasped dramatically. “Are you calling me ugly?” “No!” He panicked, waving his hands. “I meant you like weird things! Not ugly! I mean— you’re not— oh my gosh—” And I laughed.

Allissa Frustrated curses escaped Ivan’s lips as they pushed through the dense maze of bushes. “Fucking bugs.” “They’re beautiful.” I smiled as we navigated through the maze. Ivan growled as we walked through the tall barrier bushes. Brightly colored flowers grew from the colorful leaves that attracted hundreds of butterflies. The vibrant colors of the foliage were dotted with bright flowers, each one a magnet for the fluttering butterflies. Their wings flapped in a dance of shades and patterns.

"Okay but, this isn't fair. You need to look on the bright side too, what about times that you want to live your life to the fullest?" I scoffed. "You are ridiculous". "Every time you feel like you want to live, promise me you'll put up a flower" Aarish said. "Oh shut up, I am not like you Mr square shooter, and I am not planning to change who I am and why would I?" "It’s only fair, you shouldn't be so dark, Li" He continued” and a butterfly with a flower is not lonely" he stopped. "And you didn't kill your brother" He said barely audible.

He turned his gaze to the side, frowning that the flowers were being crushed under the large tom’s foot. "I don't know anything." He said weakly. The flowers around him begin to whisper, to remind him of things he'd forgotten. Things he was starting to think about before Gran invaded his space. Gran couldn't connect with the pansies so he didn't know they were telling the no-fur the story of how Terras got murdered. But he did know the no-fur had some bizarre flower fetish. He crouched down and tore several blooms from the ground and crushed them in his hands.

As the hopes and dreams of all those years shattered to pieces, I could feel tears trickling down my cheeks slowly. - The flowers are on the table, their once beautiful petals curling at the edges from the summer heat, their stems were already limp, and as he lifted them up, their heads dropped to the table with gravity. Ciro cursed inwardly as his gaze wandered throughout the hall. His gaze was drawn to an empty vase, which he filled with water and set it down on the table next to the flowers. He delicately picked up each flower and put them on the vase with Incompetent hands. The flowers, like the rainbow, appear beautiful no matter how they are arranged. Flowers are just stunning on their