Ugly Flowers 소설 & 이야기

"These flowers are indeed a bit strange." "Strange?" Amelia looked at him. "What do you mean?" Carl spoke slowly, "Those flowers are called Nepenthic Flower. Legend has it that Nepenthic Flowers can make people forget all their troubles, but they can also devour memories. In the outside world, Nepenthic Flowers have long since disappeared. I didn't expect to see them here." "Devour memories?" Amelia was shocked. No wonder she felt an inexplicable sense of unease when she saw these flowers.

I growl, wanting to shove the card up his stupid Alpha ass! I held the flowers out, if they were from someone else I'd keep them. They're actually pretty! Beautiful long-stem roses, each rose was perfect without a single flaw. Those little white flowers, What are they called, babies, something or another are tucked in here and there, surrounding the beautiful roses. I grabbed the flowers in both hands, and broke them in half as I turned toward the garbage can. I growl as I shove them inside and walk away without looking back.

After a brief silence, detective Jones broke the silence and asked "what do you think maria?“ “About what?” “This, of course!” detective Jones said increasing his tone. “Calm down partner. Anyways, I think we're dealing with a nasty serial killer that has an obsession with flowers” Maria joked. “It's not just that. But wait, I think am beginning to get the pieces, according to the woman, a white rose represents chastity and purity,now a blood stain on it would mean what? The chastity or purity have been stained and how is that possible?”

When I sat eating the vanilla flavoured ice cream we had purchased, I looked countlessly at Maurice's face hoping to see a trace of anger, there was none. “You are staring so much at me today, tell me I look too cute for you to resist" I chuckled. I have always known Maurice to have a good sense of humor. He fumbled with a white shopping bag, before handing it over to me. ‘Flowers like the other dates' I had thought, but flowers wasn't packaged in a shopping bag. I roved my eyes on the bag and then to his face. “I..." Maurice fidgeted. “Look into the bag, is that your style?" He asked arranging his spectacle and scratching his hair.

"Don't need to be afraid. Besides, even if you were to dump me and abandon me one day, I won't cry in front of you as well because I have my own dignity. Also, I know one utterly important principle, which is that people are bound to part then they no longer are fated. Don't worry. I won't be like Angie because our personalities are different. I…" There was a pause before Gloria smiled bashfully. "Deep down, I am a person who likes romantic gestures more. For example, you can give me a bunch of flowers every morning. It doesn't matter if it's roses, daisies, carnations, or lilies. Wildflowers which are unable to be recognized by names are fine as well. I can even not have any food as long as

But Killian appeared to be an exception, and Amaya secretly admired that about him. His mother let out a chuckle at her son's excited reaction and asked, "What brings you guys here?" "We were just admiring your splendid flowers, mother. I thought staying indoors would be a bit dull," Killian responded, lowering himself to examine the vibrant blossoms. Elizabeth nodded approvingly, mimicking her son's posture as she joined him. "Do you know what this particular flower is?" Amaya directed her gaze towards the object of interest, discovering a cluster of vivid orange flowers adorned with dark spots resembling either black or deep crimson on their petals, which gracefully curled backward. Both c

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

I didn't respond. "Perfect family, Perfect job. Perfect ways to get away with anything" I look her dead in her eyes and she glanced at me once before looking down and giving me beads and flowers to start the crowns.

Lydia responded, and I waved my hand dismissively. “I know, I mean what are they doing here? And with those flowers?” I asked. Lydia shook her head. “Alpha Edward must have asked them to bring it in. Don’t you like the flowers?” She asked. “Of course, I do. Chocolate cosmos, they’re called,” I explained, “It’s a rare type of flower that smells exactly like chocolate. You would even want to eat them,” I added, laughing, then I advanced towards the florists, who were arranging and watering the flowers.

Suddenly, a bright red flower appeared in the wooden box. The flower was about the size of an adult's palm, and its shape was similar to that of a person's palm. However, the stamen in the palm seemed to be a human face. If you looked carefully, you could tell the eyes, nose, mouth and other facial features. More importantly, as the wooden box was opened, an extremely fierce, ferocious, cruel, and bloody aura burst out from the flower! In the depths of the flower, there seemed to be a battlefield of fighting.