Ugly Flowers Novels & Stories

"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.

Hello, My name is Jane, and between my sister and me, I am the ugly one. And no, I am not an insecure bitch who likes to complain about my looks all the time. My sister Liliana is blessed with beautiful genes. She had long flowing blonde hair with bright blue eyes and pink lips that remind you of delicate flower petals.

"Here, take my hand. Even if you fall, I'll be there to help you stand back up again" His Flower's Point Of View The thick stench of blood was strong in the smoke filled air. My nose wrinkled as I inhaled the scent. My instincts had me gagging, maybe too loudly. Another scream echoed from not too far away and I squeezed my eyes shot, willing the horrifying sound of pain to disappear. A small sound of desperation escaped my parted lips and I froze in my position. That was loud. More loud than I thought it would be.

It was just on the edge of the area I knew I shouldn’t go into, but the grass was still alive here, and the leaves on the trees were green, so I went over. These flowers were shaped like the others, but they were a dark purple color. Not black, but deep purple. Their scent was different, too. They didn’t smell as fragrant as the other flowers. I wouldn’t say it was an unpleasant smell, but it was slightly sour, and I had the idea that, if I was to stand there and sniff them for too long, I’d get a headache. I didn’t hear anyone approaching, but I became aware that I wasn’t alone and turned my head after I’d been standing there, inspecting these strange blooms for a couple of minutes.

"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

“If this is another wild goose chase, I swear I will leave the lot of you.” “How many times have you said that? And yet, you always come back to us,” said by the one with blue hair in a lazy tone. “Don’t worry. Because according to the information I found, we’re in the right place.” The gray-haired guy tsked. “And how many times have we encountered trouble because of that information of yours?” “We’re definitely in the right place,” said by another, the one with chestnut brown hair. “Can’t you smell the air? It’s filled with the scent of night-blooming flowers,” he said excitedly to the others.