Vocaloid V Flower Novels & Stories

Caesar casually asked, "You seem to like roses a lot?" Lola said, "They're delicious!" She put her hands on the cold stone railing, excitedly pointing to a red flower growing not far away, and told Caesar, "Ah! General, do you know that flower? Its scientific name is Pseudorchis albida. The stamens taste sweet. It's said that as long as an Alpha gives it to an Omega, the Omega will never be able to leave the Alpha. Many Alphas pick it by hand to express their love for their Omegas..."

Her voice was barely a whisper. “Julian, this time I don’t want anything. “I don’t want you either.”

The veins on his neck popped up as pure, unadulterated lust pooled in them. Just a mere innocent touch of her virgin lips incited a swirl of fatal desire inside him. Meshing their lips together, Adrian didn't give her time and started devouring her. Those pink, beautiful petals resembled juicy fresh cherries. Even being dry, they couldn't hide their ripeness and quell his urge to taste them.

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He said, "Uhmm…" I hummed, "One more thing, can you suggest a good sensitive flower that can brighten someone's day up perfectly just by the first sight," I ignored the curious scowl on Vitali's face, "Well, good timing because after our last visit to Kristen's home I took an interest in flowers," He smiled suggestively, I nodded interestingly, "That is nice, so what do you suggest?" "I suggest Lobelia, Lavender, and Mountain Rose Succulent. These two are perfect." He said,

Special needle treatment had limited efficacy, too. There was only one solution to heal her throat completely. The Skyflower. The Skyflower was Serandsi's national flower, with only a single plant in the world nurtured in the rear garden of Serandsi's main palace by a dedicated caretaker. The Serandsi people called it 'The Language of the Heavens' because of its remarkable effect on throat ailments. It bloomed only once a year in September, spreading its fragrance throughout the entire palace for about 15 days.

Delicate wildflowers, their petals aglow with hues as diverse as the colors of emotion, swayed in harmony with the whispering breeze. Archer, his eyes a swirling tempest of emotions, stepped forward, his voice resonating with a melodic depth that mirrored the serenade of the surrounding forest. "Violet," he breathed, his voice both a plea and a revelation, "in you, we have found the missing piece of our souls. A connection beyond the realm of understanding, woven by the hands of destiny."

At the time, Lucas's thoughtless words struck me like a bolt of lightning. I had clutched the flowerpot, forced myself not to cry, and then raised my head to wager with him. But as soon as he turned away, my tears flowed uncontrollably, falling into the pot and landing on the rose seeds. Then I dug up the seeds and carelessly tossed them onto the lawn below. “You will never bloom. It's a waste to be planted here. You deserve to grow freely.” I placed the pot back in its original spot, pretending as if nothing had happened as I returned to my room.

The flower person jumped in excitement, watching the man in pain. “Happy, happy, happy!” The flower person sang in the video. “You see how happy the man is.” Barbrooke has a dreamy look on. “Aren't you happy?” “I am.” I hurriedly nodded, forcing a smile. “What are you called? Since you make people happy.” I managed to ask. “We are the floweries!” One of the women yelled excitedly. “Floweries.” I repeated, my voice barely a whisper.

I didn’t even know when that stupid, involuntary sound came out of my lips. I walked over to the other side then, needing to get away from that spot, needing to find Misa, to ground myself, there she was, tucked away near a window, arranging different flowers in a vase, completely absorbed in her task. It looked like she was going to hand them to someone, or maybe preparing for a wedding, though I didn’t know of any wedding happening here. "He gave you an orgasm right there, I guess," she said, not looking up from the flowers, her voice casual, like it was the most normal thing in the world. I rolled my eyes, but a small smile played on my lips, and I went over to see the flowers.