Scarlet Carnations の小説・ストーリー

The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the air as Scarlet walked down the dimly lit hospital corridor, her footsteps soft against the polished floor. She glanced at the bouquet of flowers in her hand, their bright colors a sharp contrast to the gray walls surrounding her. It was ironic—flowers were supposed to symbolize life, health, beauty—everything her mother, Mrs. Scott, had lost over the years. Her mother’s condition had worsened. The hole in her heart had grown more dangerous, leaving her frail, her body unable to cope with the stress of everyday life. And now, Scarlet’s visits to the hospital had become more frequent, more necessary, but always weighed down with guilt.

He relaxed and smiled. “The Damsel is always there to save Prince Charming from trouble. I can see my marks have faded. Maybe I should do something about that. Something better so that others will know you’re mine. Don’t you think that’s a better idea?” No way is this possible. I only bargained for Sebastian Drew, not him too. Knowing fully well it was possible, I called again for the second time in my life. “Eric?” ((Yellow Carnation means Disdain or disappointment, Purple Hyacinth means Sorrow while Marigold means Despair or grief)

Scarlett let out a dreamy laugh. Selene’s grip on the phone tightened. The sound scraped against her nerves. “Thank you,” she said softly. After a pause, she asked, “Scar… irises are still your favorite flowers, aren’t they?” Scarlett chuckled. “Always. You know that. Irises are forever my favorite. That’s what makes us funny—me loving them, you being allergic. Remember?” Selene forced a laugh, brittle and thin. “I never forgot.” Before Scarlett could continue, a deep masculine voice cut through the line from her end. “Who are you talking to?”

Winter's face lit up the moment she saw Alistair's adorable expression. "Winter, these flowers are for you," Alistair said, running up to her bed and placing the bouquet in her arms. "I picked every single one myself. They're all the prettiest blooms. But no matter how pretty they are, they're still not as pretty as you!" Winter pressed her lips together, smiling shyly. "Thank you, Auro. They're beautiful. I really like them." Carnations symbolized a wish for a patient's speedy recovery.

Thorne said, "Take care of the patients with a little more patience. Also, remember to buy flowers. Carnations are the best." Drake weakly said, "I knew." Hospital. Drake bought a bouquet of carnations and went to the ward where Ruby was. Ruby had not yet awakened, so he placed the carnations in a vase, filled it with water, and then sat down to quietly admire the beauty of the carnations. The purple carnation, shining like stars. It didn't have the fiery and glamorous beauty of roses, nor the fresh and elegant charm of lilies. It just modestly bloomed in its own way.

Ian asked her with amusement and a hidden smile. "No silly, these are White carnations, they symbolise a fresh start. I did my research while you were out. Hope she'll like them" Pari wanted to have a happy first meeting with his mom. "Looks like someone's really planning to blow my mom's mind. I love how you try to be prepared all the time for every situation" "That's how I happen to be your assistant if you remember Sir "She reminded him how he had picked her to be his assistant with just a presentation.

SCARLETT My jaw hung low in awe as I stared at the statue of a couple, their bodies covered in red, white, and black roses. There were many other static things like this around, all covered in flowers to give the impression that everything was made with them. All kinds. Roses, jasmines, tulips. Especially tulips. The purple flower had a separate garden devoted to it. The never-ending row of tulips was pleasing to the eyes. The bright lights that covered the empty path beside the rows of flowers was enhancing the beauty of the place.

Little freckles sat on his slightly crooked nose, but they never took away from his beauty. And then there are his tattoos, which run from his neck to his chest. I realized I was staring too much and quickly snapped out of it, a blush appearing on my cheeks. Then his daring expression faded to a cold one, and he pulled away from me. "You're weird, Arian; something about you doesn't sit right with me." He walked away, around the corner of the building. I fell to the ground, still pounding on my wrist. I have to stay away from him; if I continued to be with someone like him every day, I would be unable to accomplish my goals.

She looked at my dad and asked, "Connor, if you could go back in time, would you still marry me?" My dad turned to meet her gaze, but he said nothing. My mom finally shed tears of anguish. I sighed and said, "Mom, a true leading lady will never be obsessed with love. Even without a man, she can live an incredible life." For the first time, my mom did not argue with me. Then, she noticed the scars on my exposed arms. As if remembering something, she pursed her lips and asked, "Sienna, do the scars on your arms still hurt?"