Ugly Flowers Novels & Stories

Still nothing. I study her and add. “If you love nice-smelling fresh flowers, I want to get you at least two hundred stems of Gardenia. I know they smell so good.” When she speaks, her voice is flat and monotonous. “I’ll prefer a Belladonna.” I frown. “Belladonna is a poisonous flower, Bethany.” She flashes me a mean glare that has me quickly apologizing. “Sorry, but it’s a poisonous plant that can cause madness.”

AUDRINA POV. I stood by the window in my robe, heart heavy, staring out at the back garden, watching the roses sway with the morning breeze. They looked beautiful—perfect even. But one of them caught my eye. A pale pink bud, separated from the rest, a little bent like it didn’t belong. That one? That was me. Alone. Quiet. Out of place. My palm pressed lightly to the glass. “Funny how even flowers have company,” I whispered.

The intoxicating fragrance seems to be emanated from the garden of flowers "Shook! Quick! Close your eyes! Don't look at the flowers, Run!!!" Audrey was reminded about a specific mystical plant described in their Plant Mysticism book. The description in the book, fits perfectly on what they are experiencing right now, The DEVIL SMILE FLOWER! It was actually a scary existence. It doesn't look harmful, but behind its harmless appearance hides its terrifying ability. The Devil Smile Flower is always in its bud form all year round. It will only bloom once it senses the presence of breath. Upon blooming, it will release a sweet scent but the most crucial detail is that, whoever saw the flower b

“Soooo, you're an immortal weed-whacker. That explains the angel in the woods you cleaned. You have OCD, and you trimmed it. Does Death get a flower too?” I do. It's an old, old rose. “What's mine like?” A lily of the valley. “That's lame. Too much like the Song of Solomon. I think I should be a ginkgo.” They smell putrid. “They're pretty. Why aren't you a Venus flytrap? Not a stupid, clichéd rose.” I am a cliché, maggot. So is this whole bloody place. I am alone. It sickens me most of the time. I liked it when it was cold. When there was frost and the hills were barren-

“I’ve done wrong today, so to make it up to you, I bought this pot of flowers to give you. Please don’t tell Anthony, alright?” Charmine scoffed. She did not believe a single word she uttered. She looked at the fresh flowers and, squinting at it, lifted her leg to kick at the pot. Instantly, the pot of beautiful flowers crashed against the floor and, strangely enough, a powder-like substance wafted out of the pot. Charmine glared at Faye coldly. “You’re not even sorry, Faye!” she hissed. How dare she give her a manmade musk flower! This could cause infertility if one sniffed it for a long period.

I asked hysterically. "I'm sorry for that, Erica," Hugo apologized. "I didn't know that the blood of the plant I killed go to your feet, Erica, " he explained. I stared at what Hugo was saying. It is on the ground and not moving. My eyes widened when I saw the look of its flower. It's like a monster plant! You can see the sharp ones like teeth in its flower in the middle is like a big mouth! "What plant is that?" I'm afraid to question.

She tilted her head slightly. “However,” he continued. "Not all flowers have a sweet fragrance. You may be beautiful, but your scent is as foul as a rotting corpse.” My eyes widened. Even I, who had grown used to insults was stunned. Flora's face froze. Her smile vanished in an instant, her eyes going wide with shock and disbelief. Her hands clenched at her sides. She looked like someone who’d just been slapped across the face in front of a crowd. “W-What did you just say?!” Her voice cracked as it rose, fury flooding her face. “You shameless dog! How dare you humiliate me like that?! Take it back—TAKE IT BACK! RIGHT NOW—”

Iris began, her fingers stroking my beard as she spoke. "But she didn't give me one because she said I am ugly and her mom said girls like me don't deserve flowers," she chuckled bitterly. "What did she mean by 'girls like you'?" I asked, feeling a surge of irritation. "I was the abnormal kid in our society, always staying at home and not talking to anyone or anything. So, people just avoided me," she confessed. "But whenever I see flowers, I hate them. The reason is they remind me of the days that I want to forget. They made me feel... worthless," she sighed, her gaze meeting mine as she smiled sadly.

The color is pristine and alluring, and it stands for an everlasting love combined with the desire to spend the rest of one's life by the side of the person one loves. She stopped moving as she stared at the violet flowers for a moment before reaching out to gently touch the individual petals. These trees clearly have a bewitching beauty, but their owners keep them in a closed space, so they do not allow other people the opportunity to enjoy that beauty. The beauty of these purple flowers is being wasted on those who cannot appreciate it. What a shame, because these flowers are exactly the same as she is.

She was surprised that Mauvais talked that long and he expressed his thoughts and emotions. ** The woman was humming while combing her light brown hair. She has straight eyebrows and a diamond ace. Her heart-shaped lips were in dark red, it’s her color signature. “This is perfect for tonight’s event. I hope my brothers will arrive early.” She arranged the bundle of roses on her table. She doesn’t like roses but her brother told her to have them instead of her true favorite flower. She agreed since the idea was good for them. She flinched when a small thorn of rose pricked her finger. She hissed when blood started to drop on the floor. She licked it and raised her eyebrow.