Ugly Flowers Novels & Stories

“Hold on. Are we going to discuss how you felt about that smell? That smell came from a zombie!” "You might not have noticed, but the flower by my bedside is actually a very rare plant called 'Dokijuan. Any bad smell around it is absorbed by the flower, which releases a sweet smell instead like a natural perfume. The flower feeds on the bad smell. In general, the stronger the bad smell, the better the perfume released. It's too bad you weren't skilful with your appraisal. Hahaha!” Amy retorted, "No wonder your room smells good to me every time I enter."

The latter responded to her smile with a wider ones, “It’s quite simpler than it looked. You only need to pour water late at night. It doesn’t need to be a lot. Contrary to other flowers, these carnage only need flower that is poured when the sky is dark.” “I see,” hummed Rose looking at the flower. Noticing the flower pot, she stared at the carving around it. The ceramic pot stood out more to Rose as though the main sight was not the gentle carnage flower but the pot. “They are a very strong flower, I am certain you can take care of it,” Iris whispered, smiling as she stared down at the white flowers darkly. Meanwhile inside the mansion, Dominic was shown by his grandparents the portrait of

“Don’t I know it.” I wave him in. He steps inside, eyes locked on me like I’m prey—and then he pulls two flowers from behind his back. They’re stunning—massive blooms with layers of petals around light green pistils. One is snowy white with rose-red edges, like it’s been hand-painted. The other is a deep, almost-black purple, like twilight just before night. “They’re beautiful,” I breathe, carefully taking them with both hands.

I told myself this was tactically interesting and nothing else. By day seven I had stopped telling myself that. On day eight Ruby brought oats with strawberries arranged on top with a care that was its own form of hostility, and stood watching me from the doorway while I considered the tray with the expression of someone who was genuinely sorry to cause inconvenience. "I'm so sorry," I said warmly. "Strawberries give me hives. And the oats look like they've been waiting a while. I don't want to trouble you with something I won't be able to eat."

They do realize the danger that they will encounter, but they won't quit as they are sure they can face it together. "We are here!" ßenlong exclaimed. The door on the thirteenth floor is at sight and someone is awaiting their arrival from the back of the door. They find themselves in a room full of athletic naked human sculptures in various poses with their dicks covered by cucumber. Why they can tell that it's cucumber though the color is different? It's because they can tell by just smelling it. They look reluctant to see the sculptures especially Kartika that actually is interested in them. Suddenly Herman and Varz feel familiar Iru presence and suddenly Alfi, Herman, varz, Jeje, Buriko,

This area of the office had undergone a whole renovation. Anne pushed open the door upstairs after entering a passcode with accustomed ease. Stunned, Felicia came to a complete stop. With the ideal temperature, the space resembled a small botanical garden. With rare flowers and plants all over the place, rock gardens, a pond full of goldfish swimming idly, and birds soaring through the trees overhead, holographic projections created the illusion of a genuine forest. Felicia was drawn further within by Anne.

I wasn't about to wreck a home. "So dumb." I wipe my eyes on my knees, but the tears don't stop. I look up and can see people making their way through the trees towards me. I sniff and rest my chin on my hands. My eyes trail down, and through my blurry vision, I can see dozens and dozens of flowers blooming around me. I furrow my brow, wiping at my eyes again and moving to sit on my knees and crouch over the flowers. I hadn't wiped my hands on the ground, but they were still blooming. Pink ones, purple, white. Still smaller than a quarter, but slightly bigger than the last ones I made bloom. And there were a lot more of these too. They continued to appear around where I sat as I watched.

She pushed away and gave him a frown. "What do you think you are doing,huh?. I have been quiet since doesn't mean you can do as you please." Ariande raised her voice. "Why have you been so quiet,huh?" He tried to hold her again but she moved away. " You give everyone your beautiful smile but me... a frown. Why?!" "Hold on sir. What exactly do you want?" She paused. " Just yesterday you said that you don't want to see me that I am ugly. 'Have anyone ever told you how ugly you are?' those were your words sir."

A flower shop owner who's never been on television like me had a fan? "Wow, Heather! Seriously, someone sent all these flowers for you?" asked Faye incredulously. "That's what they say," I muttered. I started looking for a card among the dozens of purple hyacinths and white tulips. They wouldn't tell me the name of the person who sent these flowers, so I had to find out for myself. Damn. There were no greeting cards anywhere. "Purple hyacinths symbolize regret and sorrow, while white tulips express respect, forgiveness, and purity." Faye rubbed her chin. "Is it possible that this person wants to express his apology to you?"

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