Why Is It Called White Lotus Novels & Stories

“Do you think that she’s unworthy of the Crystal Lotus?” The Crystal Lotus was a rare flower that could only be bloomed by a pure person who wasn’t swayed by the desires of flesh while still indulging in pleasure. London was the perfect host for it because even if the streamer did not know it, she was an asexual lady who did not naturally get turned on. However, her body was very good at receiving pleasure after the nourishment from the tentacle milk, making her the perfect breeding ground for this special flower.

"But why do you have so many of them? And why are they everywhere in your house?" Sophia shrugged, a look of nonchalance on her face. "I don't know," she said, her voice casual. "I just thought they would be a nice addition to my decor, I guess." I wasn't convinced by her response, and I could tell that there was more to the story. But I didn't want to press her too hard, so I decided to drop the subject for the time being. As we lay there in silence, I couldn't help but wonder about the significance of the white lotus flowers in Sophia's life. Why did she have so many of them in her house, and what did they represent to her?

Lilies, a flower he had loved so much and the scents alone made him feel at peace. As he stared at the white petals, he remembered that which are often said about lilies, a signification of purity, really? Then what about the woman who was named after them, is she pure? Hell, he doubts that. He doubt’s if lilies are even pure as they said. They are just like white lotus, beautiful and innocent to the eyes but very dangerous to touch and the woman named after it was just as dangerous to the heart as the flowers itself are to the hands. There was absolutely nothing innocent or pure about them, definitely not.

I smiled at the thought. I was passing by a luxurious jewelry shop, displaying one item in their show window that made me stop. Behind the thick glass, in a pale pink background, a necklace was displayed. What caught my attention was the pendant, shaped as a lotus flower. It immediately reminded me of Irene. 1 Lotus flowers. They bloom in the mud. I had read somewhere that it symbolizes purity and perfection. The flower blossoms in the mud, but its petals emerge clean and bright. Much like it, Irene had preserved her goodness of heart and candidness through the ugly dark times she had been through.

“These are…” “White Promise flowers. Very rare, and apparently very expensive to even cultivate. I’ve never seen one in white before, but when I asked Alicia about what it meant she told me that it is….” “To ward off evil and foul spirits,” Zane completed for me, eyes turning cold.

"Well... Where did you get the lotus flower from?" Xue Siwen thought for a while and said, "Are you talking about the pond in the middle of the forest?" "Yes!" "The sleeping lotus there seems to be a rare species brought in by Little Mo from abroad. It has been planted for two years and only blossomed this year!" Chloe pretended to be surprised and said, "Isn't the species introduced from abroad very expensive?" Hearing the rare species, Chloe suddenly felt painful. "It's not expensive. It's only three million yuan per pill!"

"However, I'm not sure, but I like it." He lifted my hair and looked at the lotus flower at the nape of my neck. “What about this lotus, what does it mean to you?” “Ah, they say the lotus symbolizes new beginnings, purity, and harmony. I want to believe that I can also have a new beginning.” The hair on my arms and neck suddenly stood up as I felt his hot breath on my skin. "When did you get it?" “A week before coming back here,” I said.

Lotus replied curiously. "There'll surely be a reason, and do you know what the name of this scent is?" Anita asked. "No" "Pomelo," Anita said. "Pomelo?" "Yes," Anita smiled. "Let's proceed with our walk, no grim reaper to take you away anymore" Lotus said, putting her down. Anita led the way while Lotus followed. The bright streetlights and the moon sitting on the sky plus the stars kept fascinating her and she won't stop staring at everything.

Something or someone was pulling the wind in. I quickly followed the direction of the wind and stopped. Elara sat on a rock, white silvery hair with a purple stripe flowing with the air. The moon casting a soft glow made her look ethereal. In her hands was a glowing white lotus, shining brightly. White Lotus: Identity detected. Elara Goldmane Host! Please let me sleep. Remember you still have a mission to complete. Go and sleep, the system cried, but I ignored it, staring fixedly at the ethereal beauty in front of me.

“Or I will make this a good deal less cosy.” One of the servants arrived--veiled, silent--with one dish of porcelain. On it was a white, clear root cut into a thin slice. Lotus Root. I had heard the name muttering along the halls. One of the rare plants of the flooded valleys, which are grown in the black gardens of the Spire. It made all senses as sharp as razors. Touch became fire. Sound became thunder. Pleasure became unbearable. Thorne picked a slice between two fingers. "Open."