Ulysses Edens Garden Novels & Stories

Eden shrugged her shoulders and went to grab the plates, but I stopped her. “Later. I want to show you something first,” I said and gently grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the back entrance. Truthfully, I didn’t plan any of this, the idea was spontaneous, but it felt right. At least until Titus had to open his big mouth and ruin the moment. “Yeah, Eden, Lucius has something he wants to show you. It’s a code name for his sex dungeon, so be careful, don’t trip over dildos and whips, I heard he has many of those.”

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 .

Eden and Kian park their cars in front of La Vie En Rose and pay their tickets before going inside. It's a labyrinth-like garden, with different types of plants and flowers in each corner. They imported some flowers from various regions in the world, and music from the place of origin plays in the exposition. Kian calls Grayson to know where he is. Meanwhile, Eden starts taking pictures of the flowers with his phone to show them to Harvey when he gets back home. He thinks of bringing him here once they have less work.

she said, before turning to head back to Gerald's quarters. Gerald then turned his attention to Elisa. "Come, Elisa," he urged, his voice softening as he offered his arm. "Let's get some fresh air." ~~ A few minutes later, they arrived at a beautiful garden, and Elisa's eyes widened in admiration. The garden was a serene oasis, filled with vibrant flowers and the soothing sounds of nature. A tranquil pond reflected the sky above, creating a sense of peace and tranquility. "Lyra wanted to be close to you, so she made sure to set this up," Gerald explained, his voice filled with warmth. "She calls this her little heaven."

Still smiling, Eden stepped back inside, nudging the door closed with her hip, her hands full of flowers. “Eddie!” Tessa’s voice startled her. “I was just coming to get you—” “Oh!” Eden gasped, nearly dropping the bowl. She turned toward her friend, who immediately noticed the flowers. “Oh my god, you got flowers!” Tessa squealed, eyes sparkling. “Yep,” Eden replied casually, setting the bowl on the marble dining table. “Who are they from?” “Kyrell,” Eden said with a small shrug, trying to sound nonchalant.

She actually did not mind the longcut; she loved the massive underground gardens. Entering through the north gate was like walking out of a cave and into a magical world. Gilly raised her arm, using her hands to spin the hanging baskets of rosemary, cooksonia, and lepidondendrons that surrounded the entrance. Touching their leaves stirred up a rich, sweet fragrance that drew out the Flutterflies and Mus Sigs as they buzzed through the air.

And through the south-facing window, the kitchen garden. Elijah walked to the window and looked out. The garden was smaller than he'd expected—not the kind of thing a professional landscaper would design, but something more personal. Raised beds in a rough rectangle, some of them overflowing with herbs, others still showing the skeletal remains of summer vegetables that had gone to seed. A path of worn flagstones ran through the middle, and at the center, prominent and unmistakable, a rosemary bush that had grown to the size of a small shrub.

Summer unfurled across the garden like a long, golden exhale. The oak tree stood in full, lush glory, its leaves a vibrant canopy over the ever-growing tapestry of ribbons. Nearly nineteen years of their family’s story fluttered there now — faded silks from Elena’s childhood beside brighter, newer strands from Leo’s science fairs and Mae’s art exhibitions. The garden had become more than sacred ground; it was a living archive, a witness, and a promise all at once.