Ugly Flowers Novels & Stories

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

Then , lady June smiled and welcomed me to their garden. Their garden was full of sunflowers , it's like a field in the villages with dragonflies surrounding it . Their mansion was surrounded by Boston ivy ( a shrub plant) . It's marvelous . I love this cool atmosphere. Then , I saw a angel , that's ORKHIS ANEMONE , the villainess, she has a long , shiny , silky Black hair with her purple eyes sparkles whenever She's excited . her pink lips are fluffy , if I were a male lead , I'll be her slave .

I couldn’t hold back my tears at the sight of my own body. I stepped forward and gently brushed my hand over my face. The faint trace of tears still lingered on my skin. Before I could fully process what was happening, Lucas lunged toward me, frantically clearing away the flowers around my body. His voice was shaking, almost desperate. “Clara has asthma... there can’t be flowers in the house. The pollen will make her sick. Why would you surround her with flowers?”

A single flower with its fragile petals stood in a rebellious burst of color against the dull browns and greys of the ruin. TO BE CONTINUED

Or a deformed weakling. He hopped out the door and locked it, not that they had anything valuable that was worth stealing, they didn't even own a Tv. He hid the key under the flower pot that was one of the few things his Momma had left him. The aloe Vera plant was a thriving nuisance that persisted with little water and lack of care. He'd never considered throwing it away, no matter how much he hated seeing it mocking him at his doorstep. He ran his hands through its spikes and the image of the young snob landing on his butt in pig shit flashed through his mind.

" Louis patted Adrian's shoulder, made the final step towards our house… And pushed the door open. An overwhelming stench of blood came rushing out, filling the air. Sprays of crimson stained the walls, and chaotic claw marks littered the floor. Every single detail seemed to tell a story of the agonizing and horrific slaughter that had taken place in this very house. "Rena!"

The vivid colours of the flowers make the place like a painting exposed in the middle of the plants. “I take care of it every day,” Axel said. “No wonder it's so beautiful,” Oliver mumbled, staring right into his eyes. Axel blushed and kept walking. “Do you want me to show you my favourite flowers?” “Sure,” the young prince followed him until they stopped in front of some gorgeous looking flowers. “These are called Als—” “Alstroemerias,” Oliver cut him off and Axel widened his eyes, not expecting him to know about such rare flowers. “Do you know them?”

The flowers suddenly became unattractive, she didn’t want them anymore and she didn’t want to see them on her desk. Samuel, it will always be him destroying her moods in the morning and in the evening. Does he even have his limits? This man is impossible to deal with. Why the hell would he send me flowers? I hate him and I don’t like his guts. “I don’t want them” Camila declared and Mercy just couldn’t understand what was the problem with the expensively looking flowers, they were so exotic, she thought they might have been exported. They even smelled heavenly. Who wouldn’t want such a surprise in their right mind? Camila must be crazy or something.

Dodge it like I've always been doing yet still feeling the pain of the battle that would not stop waging on days when I was totally helpless and just could not dodge. But what was I to even do with my life, when those flowers would not stop coming in? The bastard kept sending more and more flowers with infuriating notes. Damn! Let those tulips breathe and enjoy the priceless, supply of air in their natural habitat. Seeing these tulips clustered together in a damn bouquet infuriates me so much because sadly, they remind me of my pathetic state.

Nah. "I dislike roses," I said directly. Though I loved roses, I mostly loved hydrangeas. Both looked nice and smelled lovely. Well, I honestly loved the bouquet he gave me. "Oh, then what do you like?" Bright asked. "You know. I love flowers that stink. For example, the Rafflesia. Try to give me one of them." "Win... they are so smelly and poisonous. Also rare to find." I nodded nonchalantly and dropped the roses to the ground.