Vocaloid V Flower Novels & Stories

he said, a little breathless, “there’s… there’s this flute melody Draven likes. No one’s played it in years but I’m sure… if you could learn how to play it, he’ll do anything you ask him.” I blinked at him. “A melody? I can just d******d it, right? There’s no need to learn it.” He blinked, then laughed softly, shaking his head. “You’re so unromantic. You can’t just d******d it. It has to be played live. From you.” I crossed my arms, frowning. “Live? Seriously?” He shrugged, still smiling, and teasing. “Yes, it’s called the rose flower flute melody, just look it up. Then learn how to play it. It would touch his heart even more.”

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.

She plucked a dark maroon flower, nearly brown from a vase and held it delicately. “Chocolate cosmos,” she said. “Smells like cocoa and vanilla. She’ll melt.” Voss took it, surprised by its strange, velvety petals. “It’s beautiful.” “You’re a smart man,” she declared. “Rare flower for a rare woman.” He paid, and as he turned to leave, she leaned in conspiratorially with a wink. “Good luck with her.” Voss walked out smiling. But the smile faded when he stepped into his quiet home.

These flowers were like tulips, but the flowers were lopsided or looking down, as if they had withered, and the tip of the petals were facing the upward. Kiyo’s friend who is a florist, Chie Haruno, hurried over to her from inside the store. The girl had curly dark hair and dark orange eyes. She was a little bit shorter than Kiyo, but she’s chubbier. She was wearing a white T-shirt and jeans with green floral apron covering her waist to the knees. She was bringing a small white flower between her fingers that looked like lily flower but with slightly wider petals. When she looked at the flower pointed by Kiyo, she answered. “Oh! That’s the Taihou no Hana. It’s cute isn’t it?” Kiyo giggled. “

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..."

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,

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."

“Who brings red roses to a funeral, Lucas? I honestly don’t know what to say to you.” As soon as I spoke, I heard his voice, raspy and thick with emotion. “Clara…I know you’ll likely mock me, but these are the flowers you once loved, no— the ones you always wanted. I’ve disappointed you so many times before, but that would be the last time I ever do that.” He paused then seemed to choke back a sob. “You used to be sensitive to flowers, so I never gave you any. Now, I’m making up for it. Will you resent me for bringing them too late?”

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.