Waifu Flower Novels & Stories

When he entered, he approached the florist who stood behind the counter. “Welcome to Serene Seeds, how may we help you, please?” “I need flowers, Uhm… good flowers,” he stuttered and the florist chuckled. “I could help you pick some. Who are you getting it for? Your girlfriend, friend, mother, or…?” “My wife. I’m getting it for my pregnant wife. I need something that could cheer her up,” he said and the woman smiled. “That is so thoughtful! Then, I would recommend Gypsophila paniculata which is also known as ‘baby’s breath’.”

"David, wait in the car. I'm going to get Mommy some flowers." Inside, he specifically asked for Tabitha's favorite flowers, the lily of the valley. The florist smiled warmly as he carefully arranged the delicate blooms into a bouquet. "It's rare to see a man put this much thought into giving flowers nowadays. Most just let me pick whatever. You must really love your wife, sir," the florist remarked. Seeing the dainty flowers, Kieran began reminiscing about Tabitha's smile whenever she received a bouquet. His racing heart finally steadied a little, and he returned the florist's smile.

It had a flowered plant in it. “Thoughtful as ever. Willa hasn’t changed a bit. Ghost orchids. The rare flowers native to your land. I’ll write to her soon and thank her for this generous gift. They are beautiful. Thank you for bringing them to me, beta Archer,” she said. Archer smiled and bowed. “Miya, every time I see you, you grow up like wisteria. As beautiful as them,” luna Nesta caressed Miya’s cheeks that were red.

Then the door opened and she was there. Beautiful in the specific way of people who had known it long enough that it had become structural rather than circumstantial, carried like a credential, a fact about the world rather than something that required management. She set the tray down without looking at me, which was itself a complete sentence. She smelled of wolf.

He picked a purple flower and smelled it, “I always think Salvias suits you, Sapphire. They are the color of your eyes and they represent wisdom, health, and long life, a perfect definition for Faeries.” I don’t know why my heart suddenly went soft as he extended his arm to give me the flower. He didn’t move from where he was standing and waited for me to get it. I hesitated at first, still scared of what he is still capable of doing but he just looked so frail it would be impossible for him to hurt me anymore without me killing him first.

“But your death still feels fresh to me.” Kissa lowered her head, her hold on the flower basket grew tight as she steeled herself. She’s not going to cry, it’s time to move on. Everybody has already moved on except for her. Kissa softly placed the basket of white tulips, lavenders, and other random flowers that she could only pick for free at the Packhouse Garden without getting punished. Since Kissa is just a lowly omega, she didn’t have enough money to buy Raven flowers, she could just secretly pick them for free from her workplace.

I wrap my body in a towel and walk over to my phone on my bedside table. I call a friend of mine how happens to be a florist. “Miss Jully how may I help you?” Ava asks. I smile. “Ava, I have aa favor to ask.” “What ever you need Miss Jully.” She says. “Do you have any flowers that means fuck you or fuck off?” I ask. She’s silent for a second. “Well, no, but I do have orange lilies and they have a similar meaning. Orange lilies they mean hatred.” She tells me.

Wade was embarrassed for a few seconds and then suddenly asked bluntly, "So what kind of flowers do you like?" ‘What?’ Jessica was a little blushed, "Does it matter to you... what I like?" "Because... the girl... is a bit like you in terms of image, temperament, and personality, so... I..." It was rare to see Wade being shy, so Jessica answered generously, "I like cornflowers, blue ones. If you want something special, you can send her cornflowers. Cornflowers symbolizes serendipity and happiness." Wade was relieved. "Good! Cornflower, yes!" With that, he immediately put down his dishes and went upstairs to catch up on his sleep.

Just his eyes burning into mine. He was for a fourteen year old. I let him into my life, he held on the bumpy ride. I put up my first flower on the wall that day, next to a butterfly. It was a rose.

He showed him in every way possible that he was his special and precious someone. At the beginning, their life might not have been that lively. But after meeting each other it got more colourful. At first the other lost hope and a heart to love but after tormenting seasons he still found a time to bloom. Like a flower withering in harsh conditions, it picks up after being cared for. For Lui Xian, Feng Shao was his Lotus Flower. THE END