Novel & Cerita Flowers For Algernon

"So?" Alan looked at Ethan. "That's not a rose, it's a Tuberose. Strictly speaking, it's a Begonia. If you were really the master here, the servants would plant flowers according to the master's preferences. How could they choose a flower that the owner doesn't even recognize?" His meticulousness was comparable to Ethan's. Alan smiled lightly, with some regret in his eyes. "Begonias are my brother's favorite flower. That idea flashed across my mind at the time. Later, when you gave me an injection, I noticed the needle puncture in your neck."

At that moment when I remembered what I just said, I felt too ashamed to stand here. “Ailina, I am not rich as Zale. I prepare some potted flowers as a gift for you. These flowers have no big use but can help you clear your mind. You can keep them in your room.” Joseph gave Ailina his gift this time. Ailina’s POV: I nodded and saw Joseph take out three potted flowers from his snake-skinned bag. These flowers were of the same kind but in different colors. I had never seen such a flower before nor had anyone else. As soon as these flowers were placed outside, a strange fragrance made people feel refreshed.

"Like the princess, tea, or flower?" I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, a smile growing on my face. "The flower. Why do you—why do you call me Bloom?" Zac shrugged lightly, looking out the window. "I assumed it was the flower. Blooming—as flowers do." I inhaled sharply. I was—flattered, I think. Confused. I didn't think Zac was someone who would put thought into a nickname. It—kind of made my heart tug. It was—just more thoughtful than I would have imagined Zac to be.

couldn't help but be captivated by the beauty that enveloped them. As we strolled through the garden, Alpha Norton's eyes lit up with delight. He pointed out various flowers and plants, sharing their names and fascinating details. With each explanation, his voice carried a hint of pride and enthusiasm, revealing the deep knowledge he possessed. "Look, Theda," he said, gently gesturing towards a cluster of colorful roses. "These are called 'Crimson Passion.' They were one of the first flowers my father and I planted in this garden. We spent countless hours cultivating them, and now they bloom so beautifully."

, where everyone is enveloped by petals that don't have a branch to hold on to, but don't fall like dry leaves, but thrive in the flavor of nothingness. Adam comes out and both he and those circling the entrance of the company are perplexed by the spectacle. His fingers try to pick up some or other petal that falls and after three attempts, he succeeds. First he strokes it to feel the softness and then the scent, then on his face appears the smile of a genius who has something splendid to show the world.... ━━━━━━✧♛✧━━━━━━ " You're a genius, baby! Almond blossoms paired with Colombian Miltonia orchid?! What an intriguing aroma!"

Maybe it was when he whispered sweet nothings about loving me, about a lavish wedding, but ended up with his arms around Susanna, kissing her again and again, giving her the wedding, standing with her at the altar, and making me the one left in the shadows? I thought about calling him out. On the drive from work to home, a thousand questions burned on my tongue, but I never let them out. It was not worth it. I dialed a number and gave my orders. "Alan, I'm heading overseas in three days for Ms. Jackson's wedding planning. I need to add a detail. "Have a courier deliver a bouquet of flowers. On the card, just write 'Wishing Mr. Frank and Ms. Susanna a lifetime of happiness' and sign my name.

I pointed it out to Alex and Nora, hoping for an explanation. "Why is the flower turning black?" I asked, my voice cracking with emotion. Alex and Nora moved closer to me, but remained silent, unable to provide an answer. The flower turning black was a metaphor for the situation we were in, and it left me wondering what would happen if it died. I felt like I was going crazy, as if my mind was no longer my own. I didn't know what to do or think. My head felt as if it was about to explode at any moment.

There was a warm light shining from underneath and dust around them had been disturbed. I opened one of the doors and stumbled upon a very odd sight. There was Leo, standing in the center of the bookcase filled room, holding a single white tulip and a leather notebook. “Hello again,” he greeted, his tone seemingly uneven. Leo meets my eyes and takes a few steps forward, extending the lovely flower towards me. “If you'll let me, I would like to tell you a few things,” he says, a question hanging between us. His eyes never waver as he stares into mine, waiting for permission to continue.

But since I’m already here, might as well meet in person’ ‘I tried, but you said I have to ask for your husband’s consent just to get your name. So, I guess, you’re not really interested with your flower boy’ ‘Anthony?’ ‘FlowerMan’ ‘And to answer your question, the flowers you received are very special. It didn’t come from any local boys here’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘I’m not the one you’re looking for. The flowers you cultivated are from a specific type of orchids. It’s called cattleya’

“You like it when I annoy you.” I groan. “Don’t flatter yourself.” He plucks another flower and hands it to me. “This one matches your dress.” “My dress is red.” “This one is also red.” he lifts the flower in front of my face “It’s purple, Flynn.” I laugh He stops, stares at it, then looks at me with a blank expression. “It looks red to me.” I laugh so loudly I have to hold my stomach. “Your color recognition system is broken.” “My creator is literally insulting my hardware,” he mutters playfully. “Should I sue?”