Novel & Cerita Wilted Flowers Book

I caught the sight of her exposed thigh from the slit dress she wore, and I could feel my heart racing faster. I stood up abruptly, presenting the flowers to her as a way of hiding the enormous nervousness I felt. “Sunflowers for a lady who is as beautiful and bright as the sun" “With all pleasure, sire" Natalie said, receiving the flowers. “Thank you so much Maurice, the massage, I feel better now" I kissed her hands while she smelt the flowers. “Let's eat Nat, it's getting late. Tell me about Letticia, your new friend!"

Slowly, he turned his head toward the small table near the window where a crystal vase usually held fresh flowers—bright, vibrant, always carefully arranged. Now, the flowers drooped lifelessly over the rim. No. Not drooped. Withered. Their petals were shriveled, colorless, clinging weakly to brittle stems. Some had fallen entirely, scattered across the table like dead things. Only the stem—the woody base—remained upright. Alec stared at it. “That’s… impossible,” he said quietly. He stepped closer, inspecting the flowers as if proximity might somehow change them back. He touched one gently. It crumbled beneath his fingers.

"How odd." "That?" She questions me. “The flowers,” I observe, bewildered, “are wilted.” "Not at all." It makes me curious. "Because?" “Flowers are cut and most of the time they do not appreciate all their facets, no one sees the beauty of a flower wither, they lose its last colors” he explains, “Look at it, it is about to wither and yet it still looks beautiful.” , keep it and its last emotions will stay with you.”

I don’t know why, but it just did. But then I lifted my hand to the flowers and touched my fingers to one of the petals of a vibrant red Carnation. Within a few seconds the Carnation wilted in front of my eyes and the vibrant red turned into a dull brick brown color. And I knew that that’s exactly what I’d do to Anaya if I even breathed the same air as her.

“The flower is in its normal state—and that’s what makes it special.” How is a wilted flower special? “Let me tell you the story of the Bloom Festival,” he started off, so I perked up my ears and paid attention. I looked to my left and saw that Axel was also attentively listening. “Once upon a time, there was a flower that fell in love with the sun. It was a pure white flower that only thrived during the night, for the extreme heat and light of the sun made the flower wilt. The other flowers and the other stars tried to warn the two to stay away from each other—but they didn’t listen. Their love was too great that they’d rather suffer together than lose one another.”

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I slowly made my way up to her room, giving them a little time. "Is she asleep now?" I asked him as he stepped out of her room. "Yes," he nodded, a soft smile on his lips. "I should go back to sleep too." "Goodnight." I nodded and watched him as he went towards Nat's bedroom. Something about the whole flower and plant thing felt off to me. Vanessa wasn't one to get her hands dirty like that. Why didn't she just pluck the flower like she usually did? I went to the garden and looked around. My eyes fell on the morning glories. They were the only flowers that bloomed during the night and wilted before the sun rose.

If you take life… I knelt near the back path where the hydrangeas still bloomed in their scattered pride—some pink, some blue, some white, as if they couldn't decide who they wanted to be. Lyra used to say they were shapeshifter flowers, always changing their truth depending on the soil. But one caught my eye. A single stalk. Smaller than the rest. Wilted and dry, slumped forward like it had given up. It wasn’t that far from the others—but still far enough to be alone.

The same thing happened with Vincent and they quickly threw the burning flowers. "What the fuck?..." They looked at serenity who was still plucking the flowers with her bare hands. "Kitten... Give that to me and please go inside, I have to talk something important with Vincent..." She nodded giving bunch of flowers to Nicolai and ran inside. They saw her disappearing and looked at the flowers she plucked. The flowers slowly lost their souls, started burning and turned into ashes. They turned towards the plant from which she had plucked the flowers and the same happened with the plants.

--- Edward Entering Beatrice's living room took me by surprise, and an unexpected sight unfolded before my eyes. The room was filled with flowers, creating a colorful and vibrant spectacle that contrasted with what I expected to find. The impact of the flowers momentarily stunned me, and a feeling of discouragement settled in my chest. Even before asking the question, I already knew what all those flowers represented and who was the author of this romantic gesture. Undoubtedly, Andrew had managed to further win my wife's heart with that gift.