Wilted Flower Novels & Stories

Wiwik said by giving a purple moon orchid with its pot. Bianca gave a look of surprise. "From?" she asked. "There's a card, Ma'am," Wiwik said, which was not the answer to Bianca's question. The Woman who had worked for the company for five year had never once received any unique flowers until that day. It was not fresh flowers beautifully strung together with paper or ribbon. That time, however, the whole flowers and its medium of vegetation. Six egrets had bloomed in rows on a long dangling stalk.

Smoke drifted lazily from the chimney, curling upward into the clear sky. As they entered the wide garden that bordered their cottage, a surprising burst of color greeted them. Despite the season’s chill, the garden flourished beautifully. Carefully arranged winter flower beds stretched along winding paths, their blossoms vibrant and alive against the pale surroundings. Lila’s eyes widened with delight. “Who planted all these flowers, Villion?” she asked cheerfully. She slowly turned in place, taking in the sight of every bloom. Her fingers brushed delicately against soft petals as she passed.

“She stopped near the rose bushes.” Victoria nodded faintly, following along. “Okay...” “She touched one,” Lysandra said. There was a brief pause before Victoria spoke. “And?” “It withered.” Silence settled over the room for a second, just stillness as the words registered. His beta frowned first. “Withered how?” Lysandra shook her head slightly. “Not naturally. It happened immediately. One second, it was fine, and the next it looked like something had drained the life out of it.”

I thought the flower was shattered in pieces now after Doctor Juno took its roots away while the Mages extracted something from its stem and petals, but now the flower was whole again. It was a claw-shaped flower with white and red colored petals which hangs facing downward. Violet caressed the queen’s face so lovingly and slowly; she opened Kate’s mouth. She crushed the flower as she started chanting. She poured the flower which had turned into dust inside Kate’s mouth. The knights and the guests who had been infuriated by what Violet was doing to the queen attempted to catch her, but the king stopped them when he raised his hand. He stood still beside Mira; hope was written in their eyes a

He showered me with an abundance of care and attention. At that time, whenever he came across something novel or interesting, he would always bring it to me first. He was the person who dispelled the fear and unease lingering in my heart with his love and care. But all those beautiful moments vanished on that chaotic night like a mirage. Trapped by someone else's scheme, he gave me an intoxicating "dream" that I couldn't resist sinking into. When the effects of the drug wore off, however, he showed me that the cruelty of the prince of the Hare City's circle was no mere rumor. My dreams were shattered piece by piece under his cold gaze and heartless words.

Giselle closed her eyes in despair after Hansel walked away from her. … Hansel took a flight to Blumland. Even though Colin warned him that he was toxic for me, he wanted to be my antidote this time. He realized he could not afford to lose me.

She could only process everything on her own. For almost an entire week, she hadn’t contacted him. In the end, he couldn’t take it anymore and called her. “I got the flowers you sent, but they died in the vase,” Wilfred said, pausing for a moment with a tone that sounded almost regretful. Karina almost thought she had misheard him. He continued, “Did I do something wrong with the way I kept the flowers?” Karina stumbled over her words, “Well... flowers that have been picked will wilt quickly, even if you put them in a vase. But if you liked them, I can send more.”

He walked out of the room not bothering to wait for him. Feng Shao huffed and followed him to the hall. He could see beautiful flower beds on the sides of the pathways which he was walking on. He could also smell the calming fragrance. And some medicinal herbs used merely for the purpose of decoration. The sun was shining so brightly with a wonderful breeze accompanying the heat that was making multiple hazes on the soils. It was a wonder as to why those flowers were thriving nicely in such a weather. "We're here." The little boy announced in a bored tone.

She observed the empty courtyard before her eyes fell to the deep and rich colour of the flower which bloomed despite the season. The roses that bloomed in the courtyard were known as one of the rarest species that bloomed throughout the seasons. Yet, just as how all flowers do, they bloom and wilt at the same speed. Beautiful yet fleeting. How their fragile life reminded Lilith of the transient life of a person. "Would you like to head in, Your Majesty?" Lilith's retainer asked as he bowed. Lilith glanced at him from the corner of her eyes before heading towards him. "I shall."

Helplessly, I looked up at her and said, “Grandma, no matter what, I’m still your granddaughter. You can’t be so biased that you won’t even let me eat a piece of watermelon.” Grandma’s expression shifted uncomfortably. Just as she was about to continue scolding me, the sharp ring of a phone cut through her anger. “What? The court? What did you say? That’s impossible! My husband is already so old. How could he possibly commit rape? “Are you mistaken? Don’t slander my husband!” Just as I had expected, the call from the court had come to Grandma. After she hung up, she collapsed onto the sofa and burst into tears.