Waifu Flower Novels & Stories

“Do you really love me that much?” “Yes.” “Then it’s decided. After my birthday, we’ll marry.” He kissed her forehead tenderly. “Do you know what your name means?” “My mom said my grandmother gave it to me,” she replied. “But do you know its meaning?” She shook her head. “Flora means flower in Spanish. Amor means love. It suits you. To me, you are my flower of love.” He kissed her forehead once more. A smile bloomed across her face. So that’s what her name meant.

Start by giving her flowers? I stopped for a second as my stomach hurt. ‘Flowers can’t solve all problems, and to whom I rejected my mate tonight!’ I tell this wolf, who said her name was Wanda, and now appears next to me to growl at me. Her mind links me again. ‘But they’re a great start, you ice-hearted bone human! No, not that she-wolf!’ She replied to me, but to whom were the flowers for?

She smiled kindly at him and said, "It's rare to see a man making the effort to pick flowers for their other half these days. You must love your wife very much." Looking at the fresh blossoms and remembering Seraphina's smile whenever she received flowers, Caelum felt his frantic heart calm down a little. He smiled back and said, "Yes, I love my wife very much. These are apology flowers. Lilies of the valley are her favorite. I hope this will make her forgive me." The old woman handed him a flower she had picked and shook her head. "What a woman wants is just a man's sincere heart. As long as you haven't crossed a line, and as long as she still loves you, even a single flower is enough for h

I am starting to beat myself up when she takes my head in her hands, and she kisses my lips before pulling away with a smile. “What’s my favorite flower?” “Sakurasou, you gave me one in Japan when we visited that flower shop, though I still don’t know why?” “It symbolizes long-lasting love. It was my way of saying, I love you after you told me you love me.” I choke up when I hear the reason. If this were our wedding day, I swear I would cry because that is the only time I’ll allow happy tears. I close my eyes, pushing back the swell of emotion, and lean in to kiss her lips before pulling away.

Remus asked in disbelief. “One leaf from the flower is valued at one million dollars. Can you count how many leaves are on the flower? There are more than twenty, meaning one flower costs twenty million. One plant has five to ten flowers, so in a total of one plant, it can be a hundred million alone! How can it not be expensive!” “Wow, I just heard that there is such a flower business. So far, I've only studied café matters and marital affairs." "Marriage matters?" "Yes, marriage affairs, how do I have a charming human wife like you, how to make my wife happy and love me back."

Freya’s nails, which were cut like daggers, sliced against Cassiopeia's cheek, leaving a visible claw mark. Cassiopeia was bewildered by what Freya was saying. "I don't know what you are talking about. Let me go." "You’re still lying!" Freya gestured at the pale-looking Liam, who was lying on the bed, and teared up. "Liam is only four years old and just had a kidney transplant. How can you be so cruel to him? Aren’t you a mother too?"

Maybe they had all been right when they called me a freak behind my back. Erik finally gives me what I want and leans over the ledge to examine the flowers in question. "It is interesting, for sure. There are Alva who can make plants grow that already exists, but none who can create new plant life." "What does that mean for me?" I feel myself leaning closer to him, staring up at him in anticipation.

She sat up and messes her hair, then lay down again and sat up, repeatedly. "He just called me mimosa. He gives me endearment," she whispered. Maia rolled over again but stopped when she almost fall on her bed. Then, she positioned herself properly in the middle, facing the ceiling. She was still wondering why does the big bad wolf call her that. Mimosa is a yellow flower that is a very powdery, dry, and even dusty scent. It is also straw-like and honeyed. It symbolizes softness, shyness, and good sensibility.

She snorted. "Wait here." She said before scurrying off to retrieve a flower. Moments later she came back with a wide grin spread across her lips. "What are these called?" She retrieved flowers from behind her. It had yellow disk florets at the middle surrounded by white delicate petals and a contrasting glossy like a green leaf hanging from the tiny stem. "That's a Lilly." He replied enthusiastically. Aurora shook her head and said. "Tell me Fredrigo, why are you here? And don't lie about it."

“What do you say? You got a spare apron for me?” I pause for a moment, considering. Is this territory that I want to step into? On tonight, of all nights? But then I feel it. My wolf, stirring inside of me, a note of approval running through her presence. I can feel her pushing me toward him, and for the first time in a long time. I let her. I nod, looking down at the flowers in my hand. White tulips—my favorite. My wedding bouquet was white tulips. “Yeah,” I finally murmur, slowly lifting my tear-filled gaze to meet his. “I think there’s room in the kitchen for two.”