Waifu Flower Novels & Stories

Rafael stared at the wedding planning notebook Amara had spread out on the kitchen table like it was a live grenade. “Flowers,” he said flatly, reading the heading. He glanced at the dozens of pictures of delicate bouquets Amara had printed out. Tiny blue blossoms. Cascading white roses. Wispy green vines. He grimaced like he’d just been handed a weapon he didn’t know how to use. “What’s wrong with flowers from the grocery store?” he muttered under his breath.

She walks out and moments later comes back in with a tray filled with cups and cookies. "I read the email that you send me. I see you decided on a winter wonderland wedding. I have to say it is quite popular in the wedding community. Have you decided on what flower you would like to use?" Mila asks turning towards Ava. "I saw on the internet a flower that is called the Evolvulus. I believe it is sapphire blue?" "That is a great pick. Now for the white flower?" "I haven't gotten so far," Ava replied blushing a bit.

If they could not win Charmine location-wise, they could only… Thinking of something, Max’s eyes lit up as he said to Waverly, “What about this: I’ll ask them to move over all of the newly-bred White Camellia flowers for the decoration in two days.” When Waverly heard that, her frown eased slightly. “Alright. Thank you, brother.” She smiled. The White Camellia was a mysterious flower that only existed in mythology. Rumors had it that there were only leaves with no petals. It was a very rare species.

Just looking at it gave me goose bumps. “I’ve never seen this flower before,” I told her, sitting up, and Zion nodded his head to agree with me. “What kind of flower is it?” "It's called Giyeangi," Astrid said. "It's a very rare and deadly flower that grows only on the body of a dead werewolf who was not buried. It feeds on their blood and essence, and then releases a toxin that can kill any other werewolf who comes in contact with it." I gasped in shock. I had never heard of such a deadly flower before, but what has it got to do with my poison? We didn’t have any dead wolves who weren’t buried so the flower wouldn’t be in our pack.

"All I know is that she must be stupid to not accept you." "You say it as if she even knows I adore the very ground she walks on." I laughed bitterly. Alvara watched me from the corner of her eye. Tenderly, I stroked the flower in my hand. The petal felt soft, fragile. But hundreds bloomed around us. They were Savanah's favorite flower as well. I had planted these for her upon my return. To say sorry for my absence. "Is this why you joined me in the garden?" Alvara asked, letting her arms fall freely to her sides once more. Curiosity peeked through her irises.

Moreover, since his marriage, his wife has been busy with her so that sometimes they rarely see each other. "Since when did you plant that flower?" Reya said in surprise when saw the Calendula flower plant in front of them. Aluna smiled stared at her daughter, It's been a long time, she planted that flower because thinks the flower has many meanings. And the reason why he planted the flower, was simple... She just wanted to remember how his daughter had survived until this moment, just like the flower she also watered every morning so wouldn't die.

“You’re not welcome here!” “Don’t be in such a hurry to chase us out,” said Alice softly before reaching into her handbag and pulling out a single white chrysanthemum flower. Hitomi’s eyes widened slightly at this, and Yuri knew enough of flower arrangements and flower language to know that white chrysanthemums are usually flower offerings made to the dead. “You’re indeed growing into a beauty just like your mother.” Alice reached out with a thin hand decorated with rings and bracelets, the white chrysanthemum flower in her hand, towards Yuri. Hitomi slapped Alice’s hand away immediately, and the flower fell to the ground, before pulling Yuri away from Alice and pushing Yuri behind herself.

But since I’m already here, might as well meet in person’ ‘I tried, but you said I have to ask for your husband’s consent just to get your name. So, I guess, you’re not really interested with your flower boy’ ‘Anthony?’ ‘FlowerMan’ ‘And to answer your question, the flowers you received are very special. It didn’t come from any local boys here’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘I’m not the one you’re looking for. The flowers you cultivated are from a specific type of orchids. It’s called cattleya’

Its sweet scent fills my room, a gentle reminder of his thoughts. At the diner, it's always a delivery of another flower. Each time a single stem. I've received red carnations symbolizing 'deep admiration', white gardenias for 'you're lovely', purple irises for wisdom and compliments, yellow daffodils for new beginnings. Ellen, ever knowledgeable, shares the meanings of each flower, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

"Wait..." She handed him a pot of yellow carnation flowers. Rufus leaned against the door with his hands in his pockets, observing her. He slightly raised his eyebrows and glanced at the pot of flowers. "A pot of yellow carnation flowers?" Rufus frowned. Doesn't she know that yellow carnations symbolize rejection? Leanor nodded. "The house feels so empty, and there isn't even a pot of flowers outside. So I thought..." Before Leanor could finish her sentence, Rufus extended his hand, and she quickly handed him the pot of yellow carnation flowers.