Wilting Flower Novels & Stories

The tranquil setting of an evening gradually came into view before his eyes as the time passed. Every day, he takes in the splendor of the setting that he fashioned. But honestly, he always felt that this scene had nothing special to hold his mind. Perhaps, he was longing for the figure of the owner of this place, not the beauty of the scene. As he stretched his hand out in front of him, a flower suddenly dislodged itself from the branch and flew into his hand. This rose, which is a red velvet rose, is stunning. There is nothing that can be done to improve the shade of red that appears on these petals; they have reached their full potential. It is beautiful, fragile, yet thorny; this beauty

Then , lady June smiled and welcomed me to their garden. Their garden was full of sunflowers , it's like a field in the villages with dragonflies surrounding it . Their mansion was surrounded by Boston ivy ( a shrub plant) . It's marvelous . I love this cool atmosphere. Then , I saw a angel , that's ORKHIS ANEMONE , the villainess, she has a long , shiny , silky Black hair with her purple eyes sparkles whenever She's excited . her pink lips are fluffy , if I were a male lead , I'll be her slave .

But just when I assumed this was another one-sided attempt at seduction, Benjamin had replied, "Tomorrow, you won't be able to get out of bed for the whole day." I felt my heart skip a beat when I read that. Just then, I heard the sound of the bedroom door opening, and I silently exited his WhatsApp and casually scrolled through short videos as if nothing had happened. Benjamin climbed onto the bed and pressed up against me from behind. He had just finished showering, and the faint scent of body wash still lingered on him. He intimately nuzzled his chin against my shoulder, and as he turned his head, his warm lips lightly brushed against the skin of my neck.

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.

That flower's core was yellow, as if it had a small, lonely sun in so much darkness. "Helleborus." Tinea said as she picked up one of the cakes with the flower on top. "One of the winter-resistant flowers, it is said that it was created because Mother Moon refused to see the precious flowers die after autumn. The Shooting Stars say that winter was born because of this mourning of the Goddess." With a fork the woman cut the cake in half, a filling so black as the flower dripped down the plate. "Many call it the 'flower that refuses to die,' but as much as its legend is beautiful, this flower is related to moments of inevitable sadness and loss, a painful memory that hurts the soul."

Mark reminds him. “Throw shirts on and let’s go,” Tyson is moving and we get behind him. “Roses are so standard, NO,” Tyson snaps at Wesley. “Marcella is wild and headstrong.” “What flowers are those?” I ask standing in a flower warehouse. “We need Mimosa Flowers, Freesias, Gladiolus, and Strelitzia,” He tells us. “We will decorate each post with each flower, Mimosas are the symbol of feminism. Freesias mean Freedom, Gladiolus means strength, and Strelitzia immortality. Like love should be.”

We both turned to the male wolf that had spoken to see him looking at a bunch of white roses in a vase that must've been giving off the scent earlier. I stared at it. The flowers were wilting right before my very eyes. The plump, white petals that were just now standing proud began to turn black as it curled up on itself. I watched with horror as the stalks also began shrivelling slowly, until the whole thing just crumbled into the vase, a few petals landing on the table and immediately turning to dust. Turning slowly, they all looked at me with wide eyes as if they couldn't believe what they had just seen. In a way, I couldn't either.

Bosley lifted the glass. The moment he did— as if a silent curse had been waiting— the lotus began to wilt before our eyes, petals shrinking, color draining like someone had painted it with despair. Gasps exploded across the auction hall. Billie explained in her mind, 'Snow Lotuses grow in extreme cold. Once you remove it from its habitat it'll go into shock and die.' Bosley's face drained white. "How did this plant die?!" he shouted, voice cracking. "You sold me a fake!"

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.

Prisila uttered, trying to lighten up Eizlina's mood a bit because she could clearly see how distressed and disturbed Eizlina was looking, so she attempted to call her mind a little. Eizlina looked at her and saw her pointing towards a bunch of flowers. She didn't know their names. They looked unique and extremely beguiling. She had never seen them before, but their beauty couldn't keep the attention of her eyes for long because her gaze automatically trailed towards a flower, which had fallen from its plant on the ground. It was looking extremely dry and on the verge of dying. Eizlina walked towards that flower. Bending down, she collected that dried up flower in her hand and silently gazed