Waifu Flower Novels & Stories

He asked, "This is for me?" Mew nodded, "Didn't I tell you that I will pursue you." He got the flowers and handed it to Gulf. "For you." Gulf accepted it, brought it to his nose, and smelled it. Hiding the forming smile on his lips. "Thank you!" He leaned closer and kissed Mew on the cheek then, like a blushing teen... He gets inside the car. He looked at the card and silently read it, 'Sunflowers are special. It faces the sun like worshipping it, though I always embody myself as the sun I wanted to worship you.

Michelle walks in. "Sorry to interrupt, but did you order flowers, or can you check with Arthur if he did?". I look at her arms, and she is holding a small bouquet of a white, pointy flower. Mary gasps. "Lotus flowers. They're beautiful. But I don't think Arthur would have picked them out for me. He knows my favorite are Daffodils". I suddenly get an idea and start googling on my phone. Lotus flowers are the flower of knowledge. Rose found something.

Her Mate needed this flower to cure the poison, and on this very night, it had finally bloomed, almost as if it were welcoming him. Grey Wolf was captivated by its beauty. “Cara, what kind of flower is this?” he asked. ‘Don’t know,’ she tilted her head, thinking for a moment before grinning. “The Glimmering Flower? It sparkles… so pretty!’ That was just how Cara named plants, on a whim, calling them whatever felt right in the moment. Grey Wolf chuckled at her innocent way of thinking. “So, you wanted to show me this flower?” She nodded and explained, ‘Mate eats, poison gone, wolf stronger!’

Kyra has such a deep affection for the lotus that she even creates her essential oil perfume from the flower and wears it in addition to her regular fragrance. Because of this, Miren has an exceptionally pleasant and profound association with the aroma of lotus; in fact, one could say that it is the scent of her mother, evoking the serene memory of Kyra gently embracing Miren in her younger years. Suddenly, there was a very pleasant chirping sound coming from outside the window. The sound of all of them chirping together is charming. A large, old tree that is located right next to Miren's window is home to several small birds. They awoke before Miren and were trembling in the rays of the war

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”