Flowers Stories

හැමදාම එකම දේ එකම විදියට දැනෙන්නෙවත් ,පෙනෙන්නෙවත් නැති වේවි....☄️🌠⚡🌌 මුහුද හැමදාම වගෙ රළු වෙවී නිසල වේවි.......🌊 මල් හැමදාම පිපී පරවී යාවි.....🌷 වසන්තය ගෙවී ගොස් නැවත සිසිරය අත වනාවි.........❄️ එතෙක් හැමදාම .......ආදරෙන්...🌷🌊 Start- 2024/11/15

'𝑺𝒐𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆.' But not Casanna, the sole heir of the Duke of Rosemore. She refuses to be what society expects her to. She rejects its standards, defies its traditions and breaks every expectation placed upon her. She simply refuses to be dictated to. All she ever wanted was to live at her own pace, to honor her family's legacy while quietly fading into the background. 'Not just a rose with vivid petals and thorns but something far more.' However, peace always demands a price. What seemed like a simple dream becomes far more complicated when she meets someone who mirrors her own fire, someone who will challenge her heart and change her forever. Someone who has the same temperament as hers. PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME. ❁✿❀✾❃

A haiku about flowers.

Maribuye is ten years old, and she loves flowers more than anything. And when she discovers a garden unlike any she has ever seen, she cannot resist exploring it. Her mother always warned her that not all gardens are meant for plants. And now she's about to discover why.

Sbg one shots, currently just a lot of Starbase/Tylenol! But of course my hyper fixations will bend towards Benlor and Ashden too so follow along!!! Also I write sweet, cute one shots, no smut. :)

There are things we never name. A street we still remember without meaning to. A photograph we keep for reasons we cannot explain. A voice that belongs to another time. A place that feels different because someone once stood there. Somewhere between leaving and staying, between remembering and forgetting, there are little pieces of a life that refuse to disappear. Little Pieces of Everything is a collection of poems about what lingers-the moments that quietly follow us home, the people who become ghosts without ever dying, the love that was never given a proper ending, and the versions of ourselves that exist only in memory. Not every story has a beginning you can remember. Not every goodbye sounds like goodbye. And not everything we lose is truly gone. Perhaps some things are meant to remain- not as answers, but as little pieces of everything.

the haunting words "Forget me not" His haunting words

Betrayed by her childhood crush who married her best friend behind her back, Gemma flees from her village into the night. Winter is near, she expects the blizzard to be her end, but instead, she wakes up in the sanctuary of a mysterious, winter kingdom. She didn't know that she was rescued when she is asleep by a Snow Prince named Kairan.. Can a heart that's once shattered like glass.. Find warmth and most impossibly, love.. In a realm where Winter reigns?..

"I didn't know, Mi-Eun. I would never take advantage of you like that." My throat tightened until the next words barely came out. "I thought..." My voice broke completely. "I thought you knew the whole time." Saying it made everything hurt all over again. "I thought you hated me. I thought I was just part of the baggage. Another member of the group you had no choice but to tolerate because we all came together." I wiped angrily at the tear slipping down my cheek. "That's why I stayed back. That's why I stopped asking what I did wrong. That's why I never asked you for anything." My chest rose sharply. "So when you kissed me..." I couldn't finish for a second. Because I remembered exactly how it had felt. The feelings of finally having her arms around me. Her tears against my shoulder. Her telling me she wanted to pour her heart into me. I had believed every second of it. Another tear escaped before I could stop it. "I thought it was mine."

In the quiet outskirts of 1970s Thailand, hidden beyond crowded streets and rain-soaked alleyways, stands a small flower shop beneath a wooden sign: All Flowers Reside Here. By day, it is filled with the scent of jasmine, damp wood, and freshly cut lilies. By night, it stands at the center of a string of murders connected to a case the police buried years ago. Police Captain Wongravee Nateetorn is dangerously observant, painfully young, and the youngest investigator assigned to the division. When he goes undercover to uncover the truth behind a series of carefully staged killings marked by flowers and symbolic arrangements, he expects suspects, lies, and blood. He does not expect the florist. Quiet. Precise. Gentle in ways that feel almost unnatural. A man who notices too much. A man who keeps his grief arranged as carefully as his bouquets. A man who has spent years doing terrible things for reasons he believes were necessary. As suspicion slowly becomes familiarity, and familiarity becomes something far more intimate, Wongravee finds himself caught between duty and understanding. Because beneath the murders lies something larger than a serial case-an old corruption protected by power, buried evidence, and violence disguised as justice. And somewhere along the way, two men standing on opposite sides of the same crime begin finding comfort in each other's silence. One is haunted by what he failed to save. The other by what he had to become to protect the people left behind. Woven through murder investigations, psychological trauma, hidden flower meanings, and the quiet ache of survival, their story becomes a question neither man knows how to answer: When violence becomes the only way to keep living, what part of a person is left afterward?

What if Hanahaki was not a disease, but a malediction? When the class dismissed, two high schoolers; a stoic realist and a short-tempered delinquent, meet unfamiliar creatures. They found it quite peculiar that only the two of them were aware of their existence. But as time passes by, they discover the intention behind the sorceries and spells. And they were the only ones who can complete the puzzle pieces of this overwhelming mystery. In a world where people believe Cupid is busy pairing couples, there's a celestial guardian who pierces the lungs of his prey, and a pixie who erases their existence to anyone's memory. ˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊˚ WARNING: Very slow updates. Loopholes. Typographical errors. Improper grammar. Start: October 6, 2021 End: Written in English All rights reserved 2021

- a sleeping beauty retelling ₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ ─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─ "𝘛𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴: 𝘐'𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶." - 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺-𝘙𝘢𝘺 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵 ⋆⭒˚｡⋆ ⋆˚₊ 𖤓☽˚.⋆ "𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 " - 𝘈𝘯𝘯𝘦 𝘚𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘰𝘯 ˖°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 🪽 Update June 2026: Hi I'm still writing this !! Idk when it will be officially published since I want all writing & editing to be completed (all chapters). And I'm a perfectionist so I'm not sure when that will be exactly but I'm working on it almost every day. <33 But do still comment and vote on what's available if you check it out, it truly makes my day<33 If you want teasers or other girly book content I'm also very active on tumblr (link in bio) and tiktok/insta (linked on tumblr) it's very aesthetically pleasing :) love you lots ੈ✩‧₊˚

In the Empire of Eclisé, sin is never meant to be a burden carried by the sinner alone. When a noble commits a grave offense, punishment is passed down through the entirety of their bloodline. The closer one is to the accused, the harsher the consequences. Titles are stripped, estates are seized, and names are erased from history. And, in some cases, entire bloodlines are annihilated. This cruel doctrine is the very reason why the Nightingales fell from grace. Once a prestigious family, the Nightingales lost everything because of their great-aunt-the infamous Wicked Lady of Marley. Their wealth, their title, their reputation. Everything was taken, leaving only a disgraced name and the ruins of their former glory. Now, with the execution of the Villainess and the rest of her family drawing near, Tulipia Nightingale is given an unexpected chance to survive. She is spared. But for a price. To live a comfortable life, Tulipia must fulfill a series of certain tasks. And if she succeeds, perhaps she can restore what her family had lost. Follow the precious flower of House Nightingale as she claws her way out of disgrace, uncovers the secrets buried beneath her family's downfall, and fights to restore the pride of a bloodline the Empire would rather forget. Because sometimes, the sweetest flowers bloom from the bloodiest soil.

Slmbr fanfic

Painting the flowers. A short story set in 2010. Her world was full of colors but her soul wasn't. His world was colorless yet his soul carried every color her soul ever yearned for.

The love that was never fulfilled.

flowers of the day! hopefully i can post more often

Then I'll have to keep coming back." And for the first time, Chloe wasn't sure whether that was a warning...

SasuNaru~ Separated as children after forming an unforgettable bond, Naruto and Sasuke grow up in two completely different worlds. Sixteen years later, a chance encounter brings them back together-older, changed, and carrying wounds neither realizes the other shares. As they cautiously reconnect, old feelings begin mixing with something new. But Sasuke's dangerous life threatens to complicate their second chance before they can understand what finding each other again truly means. If you're reading this then get ready to cry. A/N: I do NOT own any rights to the Naruto series and characters. This is strictly fanfic!

The art work ranges from when I was 7 to current time