Wisteria Petals Novels & Stories

Dried black rose petals are scattered across the floor. One piece shows Ashton’s eyes—wet with tears. Another shows a shadowy version of my bed, rumpled sheets like the last time we were together, with a figure curled up in the corner. There’s a gift box, still wrapped, with “To my love” on the tag. These are the Visions of Regret. In the center: a floor-length mirror, angled up toward the mirrored ceiling. The second section has eighteen pieces. A white Gerbera daisy on a yellow background is displayed at the top—its petals falling like rain. Again, each piece features petals. The bottom of the space holds vases overflowing with them.

Jayden flips her folds with his right thumb, his other hand caressing her plum breast. She whimpers, her back arcing upward. She’s so sensitive, Jayden realized. “Did she tell you how stubborn we are?” he asked, applying pressure on her clit, teasing her with his calloused thumb. “Did she tell you that once we like someone, we never ever leave them alone?” he smacked her breast lightly. Rita, helpless and sore, cries out. It’s hard to discern the cry. Is it from pleasure or helplessness? She—’

The exhaustion and tiredness he felt had finally faded. Elder Xia opened his eyes in a snail motion and strengthened himself in a comfortable position. He remained seated at his bed for the meantime. A silent wind blows by his house, causing cherry blossom petals to fall and travel through his chamber, creating a dramatic scene inside. Cian Xia observed the petals as they passed through his chamber and fell to the floor. His eyes were filled with bitterness, and determination as he looked at the petals that kept falling onto his chamber floor. He didn’t like how fragile and daring it was. It’s so delicate that it can easily be destroyed and be deformed.

At once, a powerful wave of energy filled the space. "Crimson Bloom Wipeout…" The next second, the words left Granny Rafflesia's lips coldly. As the words rang through the air, the air in front or her began to constrict and rip apart before showers of brightly-colored flower petals began to appear in mid-air.

The sudden appearance of the petals had caught them all off guard, and now they got themselves in a helpless situation, unable to escape. "I'm going to die, there are too many petals! Guys, do something!" Samson shouted with all his strength. He was injured by a petal attack moments ago, the wound festered and turned black in an instant. Although these petals have a strong fragrance, they contain toxins within, and any person that gets into contact with them will be poisoned.

With the naked stem placed down beside her, she holds out her closed hand before unravelling her fingers in turn and showing the guest’s the ruined soft petals within. I watch as she blows gently towards the crumpled pile sat on her palm, amazed at their reaction as they rise into the air effortlessly as if they were taking flight. The lines of damage running over the petals surface slowly begins to reverse, smoothing out slowly as if no damage had ever been inflicted upon them. Blair waves her hand in a circular motion just beneath the magical display, sending them into swirling motion, causing them to act like a mini-hurricane that was trying to pick up its pace.

Those petals look awfully familiar. I took a whiff of the tea and immediately knew what it was. This is wisteria. A type of flower that could make you faint. Its leaves aren’t that poisonous but it’ll be enough to bring you down. Why would she want to poison me? “Aren’t you going to drink it?” Sora asked. He took a sip from his green tea. I shook my head. “May I go to my room? I have something I wish to do.” He nodded. I took the tea and went to my room. Aino was inside replacing the sheets.

I scream— But I'm choking. Petals spill into my mouth. Soft, curling, fragrant silk that tastes of summer rain and broken promises. Hundreds of them flood my throat, silencing me with their cloying sweetness. I gag, fingers clawing at my lips, but they keep coming—rose petals like whispered secrets I never got to keep, like words of love that died unspoken. The ground splits beneath me with a sound like breaking bones.

His pale lips carried a faint smile—pure yet irresistibly captivating. Valerius halted, rooted in place, his gaze fixated as time seemed to stand still. Every exquisite detail of Ethan etched itself into his heart, drawing him closer. He approached with measured, silent steps, eventually sitting beside Ethan and watching him with unyielding intensity. A gentle breeze stirred, carrying the sweet fragrance of flowers. Petals of wisteria floated down, adorning Ethan’s form with a gossamer layer of lilac, making him appear even more ethereal. Valerius couldn’t resist reaching out, brushing away the petals scattered in Ethan's soft hair. His touch was gentle, but his heart surged with a tumultuou

The moment collapsed like a house of cards. “Petal,” he said. “In your hair.” He twirled the petal between his fingertips. Heat made my skin prickle. My lips felt swollen, even though he hadn’t so much as touched me there. “Do either of you work here?” said the woman who’d just come into the store. She was about two seconds from tapping her foot. I stammered out a goodbye and hurried to Buds and Blossoms, wondering what the hell had just happened.