Petals Stories

After losing her mother, seventeen-year-old Lola Everly has learned that change is easier to survive than to embrace. So when her dad's new job and wife uproots her from Seattle to the quiet town of Willow Creek just before senior year, she's certain she'll spend the year counting down the days until graduation. Instead, she finds joy in a charming flower shop, a town that slowly begins to comfort her, and a boy who always seems to have an opinion about everything, while unknowingly helping Lola find her place in town. As grief collides with new beginnings, Lola discovers that healing doesn't always happen all at once. Sometimes, it grows quietly, like a flower finally finding the right place to bloom.

𝙐𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙃𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙨. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙. 𝘼𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙜𝙤 𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮, 𝙟𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙮 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙧, 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞 𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙯𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙖 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩-𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙠𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙣𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣. 𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠. ✨🌸🎆

{ABANDONED FOR NOW} sakura just moved to Seoul. for some reason every time it rains her and kazuha always bump into each other at the same bus stop. Neither know why, but those days always are the best will they fall in love or just be friends???

"You know," the stranger said, his voice smooth and laced with a teasing lilt, "in most dramas, the villain doesn't actually stand around for the police to arrive. It's bad for the SEO." Dante exhaled a long plume of smoke, his eyes darkening. "Who the hell are you?" The stranger stepped into the pale yellow light of a flickering streetlamp. He was at least five years younger than Dante, with sharp, feline eyes that seemed to be laughing at the entire situation. He didn't look like a cop. He looked like trouble.

This is story combines romance and wonder in a fantasy charmed tale.

Zhiyu never knew when his love for Wyen began-perhaps it had always been there, quietly blooming like a flower in the shade. It was soft, delicate, and filled with warmth, growing with every shared laugh, every late-night conversation, every moment where Wyen's presence made the world a little brighter. But love, as magical as it seemed, could also be cruel. Zhiyu realized this the moment Wyen excitedly introduced his girlfriend. Time seemed to stop. The words felt distant, muffled, as if he were underwater. His heart clenched so painfully that he wondered if it had shattered entirely. But he smiled. He smiled so naturally, so flawlessly, as if the ache in his chest didn't exist. "Congratulations," he said, his voice unwavering, though his whole world was collapsing around him. From a distance, Yangxie watched. His gaze was fixed on Zhiyu-not on his lips that curved into a perfect smile, but on his eyes. Eyes that held a storm, a sadness too deep to be hidden, even behind the most practiced mask. That night, Zhiyu curled into himself in the darkness of his room, the suffocating pain finally breaking free. Silent tears turned into quiet sobs, and then into gasping cries as he clutched his chest. His body trembled as he choked on something-something that wasn't just sorrow. Cough. Cough. Again and again, until his throat burned. And then- A petal. Soft, delicate, tinged with crimson. Zhiyu stared at it, his breath hitching. A gerbera petal. His favorite flower. Wyen's favorite flower. His hands shook as more petals followed, slipping past his lips like the love he could never confess. It hurt-it hurt so much. But no matter how much he bled, how many petals he coughed up, he knew one thing for certain: Wyen would never love him back.

Clara, a gentle florist burdened by loneliness, begins receiving cryptic flower orders from a mysterious man named Vincent. Each bouquet holds obscure symbolism tied to death, betrayal, and mourning-unsettling coincidences that grow harder to ignore. As Clara investigates the hidden meanings, she's drawn deeper into a chilling pattern of violence and obsession. Vincent, a nihilistic killer who believes in the beauty of decay, develops an eerie fascination with her. Torn between fear and an inexplicable connection, Clara must confront the darkness that's taken root in her world.

Holtzmann and Erin both love each other but they are too shy to admit it. However a shocking disease hits them both and they need to over come their shyness if they want to live.

❝ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐈 ❞ 𝗞𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗡𝗔𝗣𝗜𝗧𝗬 ; 𝘐𝘕 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘊𝘏 quackity moves in with his best friends sapnap and karl and doesn't know what to expect. especially when he starts throwing up petals and blood . . . 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 »» march 15 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 »»

I'm a girl with ADHD and life for me is hard especially when you don't understand the world and people. All is not lost as there are many special people who can change that

"I love you." Athanasia didn't dare reply, which Ijekiel appreciated. He had more words to say "-It is something that I can never forget, that I will always cherish. That is why I wish the two of you an eternity of a blessed marriage. And, as you find happiness with him, I hope to eventually find mine as well." Ijekiel Alpheus had one person that he adored, that he cherished more than his own life, but he has to let go of her now that she's engaged to another man.

"First you pick a flower - any flower you wish - and think of your intended. Say 'he loves me', and you pluck a petal. Then you pluck another, only this time you say 'he loves me not'. Repeat and repeat until there's no more left. The last one holds true." _ Sun Wukong, the Great Monkey King, has recently gotten into the habit of visiting Mainland and expanding his horizons. And it's great! He gets to fight new people, see new sights - and entertain his subjects with all the awesome things he finds. ...Now not all of his findings are equally cool. Sometimes, humans just like to overcomplicate things. Because really, who could ever even think of determining love by plucking flower petals?

A child vanished, black rose petals that lead nowhere, and a new neighbor come to Virgil's town in a week. These things wouldn't have bothered Virgil all that much if it weren't for the fact that the child was Virgil's younger brother Patton. And he wouldn't be staring at the newcomer quite so much if they didn't remind him of someone he had lost. (Entry for the OpenNovella2019 contest. Thought I'd try something new)

I stood unmoving while the world learned patience.

I wore grace the way others wore armor.

Childhood bestfriends had a chance to meet again, would they still remember the promises they made in the past? Would the extinguished fire of affection still spark between them? Or would they ignore each other and act as awkward strangers?

"Fate has a funny way of bringing people together." Cassia swore on her life she never meant to fall in love with the prince, but look where she is now.

I was only seventeen when I thought I had finally found what it meant to be loved-safe, secure, and seen. But behind every smile I wore was a secret storm: a home filled with fear, a father whose moods could snap without warning, and a heart that learned too early that love can heal... but it can also hurt. This is my story. A story of love, fear, and the fragile hope of healing.

Amanda's just an ordinary teen, with 4 ordinary girl-friends, who all get along like a house on fire. She has a boyfriend who's been with her for quite a while, who spends every Sunday night with her underneath the blossom tree watching the sunset. Sounds like the perfect teen life right? Wrong. Things start to take a turn for the worst when her foster father gets too involved in her life. By being grounded for one week means missing just one Sunday evening - and then when the new girl comes to town, all hell breaks loose. It could just all be a coincidence. But, what happens when the last petal of the flower droops and dies?