Wilted Flowers Book Novels & Stories

Vincent fell forward, collapsing into her arms, bloodied but alive, and his body shaking with shallow breaths. She held him tight, sobbing, “I have you…I have you…l've got you okay." The garden roared in fury. Every flower dried up at once, its red petals wilting back to black. The ground shook violently as it cracked wide beneath them. Vincent coughed, his voice weak as he whispered, “Camela…the ground…” The earth split wide open beneath them as rows of dead flowers tumbled into the abyss. The gigantic flower convulsed one last time before its roots tore free with a screeching sound, and sap sprayed everywhere.

Sarah Whitmore found Iris collapsed on the greenhouse floor just after sunrise, surrounded by wilting plants and scattered journals, her face streaked with tears and exhaustion. The sight that greeted her was both heartbreaking and terrifying: a woman driven to the edge of sanity by forces beyond normal human comprehension, clutching a dying flower while whispering desperate pleas to botanical specimens that seemed to whisper back.

Nicole thought that she would just take it as bedtime reading. “Open it up and take a look.” Lil Michael looked at her expectantly. Nicole paused and opened it in front of him. She saw that the inside of the book had a shallow circular hole with a bouquet of dried flowers. The bouquet was beautiful and common, but it was surprising that the color was still bright and undiminished, as if it had retained the freshness of spring. It was made even more exquisite than those from a professional florist. “Did you make this?”

I needed to figure out how to deal with Wilfred as soon as possible before Flora knew something was up. “So you don’t know?” I asked her. “Yes. But, I once read from a book burning the object will eventually make the rune disappear with the object.” “Burn, it is.” Without no choice, I lifted Wilfred’s body, then looked at Violette from the corner of my eyes. “Can you walk?” “Yes.” “Let’s go. I know a perfect place to burn trash.” ***

He was sure Adam wanted to see him fail but just what the older man would gain from that was what Karis couldn't figure out. The incident with the roses left Weruche shaken. She couldn't understand who would be so cruel to send her those flowers, what could the person really want. She got up from her bed where she had been trying in vain to study, the text book on her bed long forgotten and walked over to the shelf where she kept her book and -- the single rose Karis had given her. It was now wilted but she had once cherished it. Now, she wondered if it could have been an inspiration to the person who sent her the roses.

“The flower… The flower is wilting.” Indeed, the initially bright red flower on the woman’s belly had wilted in the blink of an eye, its petals turning gray. At that moment, the woman opened her mouth. There was a terrified look in her eyes. She was staring at Waltz, and she wanted to cry for help. However, her life slowly wilted away just as the flower did. She was dead! Waltz covered her mouth while tears flowed down her cheeks. Suddenly, the woman’s stomach tore apart with a crack.

MAXINE I turned the page of my book, nearing the end. The sunlight filtered through the from the small window but I was using the warm glow from the reading lamp Ronan had got me. It was one of the things that came with the flowers. I sat by the table next to the vase of flowers. They had begun to wilt. Their petals curled as they dried. Even their colours were faded and the air smelt of decay. I had been meaning to throw them out but I hadn't had the heart to do so. They were a gift, after all. Especially when said person hadn't been to my room since. It felt weird throwing them out when he hadn't seen that I kept them in the first place.

"I never touched her. I swear, I’ve never slept with her." Charles exhaled deeply, relief washing over his features. "Good. That’s good." With another dismissive wave, he signaled for the bodyguards to drag the two women out. Their cries and protests faded into the distance, silenced at last. The sun dipped lower on the horizon, its warm hues casting a somber glow over the vast estate. Both men stood in the garden, their gazes drawn to the wilted hydrangeas surrounding them. The flowers had withered, seemingly gone to sleep, with no telling when—or if—they would bloom again.

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.

Text me before you sleep. I will. She set the phone down. The room was quiet. The street below was quiet. She stood up. Walked to the desk. Looked at the flowers. The wilting petals. The green stems in the water. She should throw them out. She didn't. She picked up the book. Clara's book. The one she'd been reading for weeks. The one that made her think. She opened it. Read the first page. The words blurred. She read it again.