Wisteria Petals Novels & Stories

Mister William's familiar voice rang out behind me. I turned, smiling at the old gardener that cared for each and every one of these plants. “Mister Williams, sorry to intrude but I needed the company of these beauties this morning.” He chuckled, and then stretched the watering can he was holding to me. “You sure do look like you need them. The jasmine petals do have a way of making you feel like they can hold the whole world for you, perhaps you should try tending to them so that you feel better,”

My stomach twisted with nerves, but my eyes widened at the sight before me. The pathway was a dream. Rose petals scattered across the ground, orchids and hydrangeas arranged in delicate clusters along the edges. Above me, colorful wisteria hung from the roof, cascading like waterfalls of blossoms. The air was perfumed with their fragrance, sweet and intoxicating, almost dizzying. It was beautiful. Too beautiful. The pathway led me to a grand door — tall, carved with intricate designs that gleamed under the lantern light. My heart pounded as I stood before it, the weight of satin and pearls pressing down on me, the bracelet on my wrist a silent reminder.

The lounger seems robust, and it's very well padded, so it also seems comfortable. I lean over Wolfgang and kiss him, gripping his face and the hair I love so much. I feel his hands slide around my waist, then they take a different path, stopping behind my back and tearing the fabric of my dress. Now the dress is just distorted fabric, slipping over my breasts and falling onto my lap. I lift myself just a bit so Wolfgang can finish removing it. And then I'm only in my sky-blue lace panties.

However, she had had so many incidents involving men and boys, that she was convinced that Tim was the best she was going to get, so she settled. She heard a sound like a wind chime. She looked up to see the petals from a rose bush falling into the swimming pool. Petals were slowly falling off from the bush, journeying their way and dropping gently on the pool. She frowned. Was she seeing things again, or were they really glowing? Grace stood up and slowly walked towards the bush. Sure enough, each time a petal landed on the surface of the water, it made a sound like a spoon on glass – resonating through the garden. “I must be dreaming,” she whispered to herself and smiled. She reached out t

Of course I wanted his number then I replied, "What is your name?" I sat my phone down so I could dry off and get dressed. Then like clock work another ping from I*******m. He asked, "What is your name beautiful?" I began to blush then replied. "My name is Elisabeth Rose Freeman ,but everyone calls me Beth", I messaged back. He then replied, "Vladius Lee Sinclair, nice to meet you Beth". I then in return sent my number to him. I finished getting ready for the day. I was planning on cleaning up my dorm room.

I said. A swift wind blew, carrying with itself the petals of wisteria flowers. The black fume was still in my hand. Wisteria petals that fell on my hand slowly dispersed the fumes. Wisteria. “You were there for two days. How are you so calm?” He asked in a shaking voice.

Wisteria could smell her, she was a vampire. She was carrying a white tray with gray patterns, she held it up high in the air and set the tray on the table. The woman looked calm, too calm like she knew she'd expected to find Wisteria exactly where she'd left her. Wisteria could perceive tea, bread and stew. She could easily tell from the way it was set. Wisteria stared and turned to stare at the vampire, the vampire stared back, none of them said anything which was a bit awkward.

The flower she had gifted me earlier. “You didn’t throw it away,” she says. I glance at the flower in her tiny hand. “Do you know what it is?” she asks, carefully brushing the petals with her thumb. “It’s a wish flower. Each petal has a wish in it.” I frown. This is child’s play. There is no such thing as –- holy shit. Right before my eyes, the petals begin to glow. Faintly at first, then stronger. A soft, golden shimmer begins to envelope each petal and lights up the room.

A path of deep crimson rose petals leads down a central aisle, flanked by pews of dark, polished wood. The ceiling is a cascade of wisteria, thousands of delicate purple blossoms tumbling down with their fragrance perfuming the air. Mixed in between them are tiny, golden lights that twinkle like captured stars, casting a soft, magical glow over everything. At the end of the path stands a simple arch woven from more wisteria and deep green ivy. And there he is.

Tim’s apartment was gorgeous and spacious. It was on the top floor of a luxury apartment building that overlooked a golf course, so the view out Ella’s window--the guest room that he insisted she could claim for as long as she wanted or needed to--was beautiful. Trees bloomed in vibrant shades of red, white, and pink, with floral bushes surrounding their trunks. Beyond them, a rolling field of green filled her view. The sky was still blue, though twilight was falling, and she could see the first stars pinning themselves above her where the night and day had rolled together to make a soft, inky blue.