Bfb Flower Novels & Stories

Then he brought out what he had been hiding behind him. I blinked. It was a bouquet. Tulips. Almost the same as the ones in my arms… the ones Fabian had just given me. There weren’t many flower shops around here, so I guessed they might have bought them from the same place. "I… I wanted to give you this…" he stammered, his eyes dropping to the flowers I was already holding. His expression fell, but he still forced a small smile and stretched the bouquet toward me. I didn’t move. My hands tightened slightly around Fabian’s flowers.

Napairap siya sa kawalan. "Kahit na baka kasi ma-turn off sa 'kin. Kabago-bago pa lang ng relasyon natin epal na ako." "Kaysa naman patago tayong nagkikita rito? Alin ba ang mas nakaka-turn off?" "Hindi naman tayo magtatagal. May ibibigay lang ako." May kinuha ito sa backseat at inabot sa kanya. Isang bouquet ng halo-halong magagandang bulaklak. Napanganga siya habang tinatanggap ito.

His words kept repeating themselves again and again like a broken record. Change of plans, little flower. I'm not letting you out of my sight.

Still nothing. I study her and add. “If you love nice-smelling fresh flowers, I want to get you at least two hundred stems of Gardenia. I know they smell so good.” When she speaks, her voice is flat and monotonous. “I’ll prefer a Belladonna.” I frown. “Belladonna is a poisonous flower, Bethany.” She flashes me a mean glare that has me quickly apologizing. “Sorry, but it’s a poisonous plant that can cause madness.”

Abbie agreed and nodded her head. "William has zero knowledge in flowers, horoscopes, and blood types. Why does he get a free pass in that?" Bobby retorted. Valeria glanced at William and asked, "Honey, do you know the meaning behind these flowers that I am currently holding?" "Of course! Orchids represent friendship, am I right?" William said.

"Who is it? Is it some blind man giving flowers to Faye?" I took the bouquet from him and joked, "Why, can't someone send me flowers?" This is a bunch of wild flowers. It looks like a flower picked on the side of the road, but it was sent carefully tied into a bunch. I have to say, these flowers give me a very familiar feeling... Suddenly, the wild flowers began to change. The butterfly flapped its wings out of the stamen and, at first as small as a bee, became normal size in the air.

I tried to ignore the feeling, but it only seems to grow thicker in my stomach, sinking like lead. We went to the florist shop first to gather a few flowers that I took note of. One of which was the jasmine flower. It was even more beautiful in person. Sabastian looked awkwardly at me as we were getting the flowers; like he was uncomfortable with the arrangement. “Usually, I would be getting you the flowers,” he said hesitantly. I bit my lip to keep myself from laughing; he’s never looked so awkward to me before. It’s not like I was purchasing the flowers for him. We were getting them together to help with his madness.

She silently complained about how the man looked elegant and cold but ironically had the hobby of having flower baths! However, she did not express her thoughts. All she did was nod. “Alright. I’ll take care of the flowers right now.” Finn left quickly. Eva began handling the petals and roots. She did not understand the reason for using the roots in a flower bath as normally only petals would be used. Was this some sort of cover? Also, why did he choose peonies instead of roses? Eva was thinking about this when Finn, who had just left, pushed the door open and entered again.

He said, "Uhmm…" I hummed, "One more thing, can you suggest a good sensitive flower that can brighten someone's day up perfectly just by the first sight," I ignored the curious scowl on Vitali's face, "Well, good timing because after our last visit to Kristen's home I took an interest in flowers," He smiled suggestively, I nodded interestingly, "That is nice, so what do you suggest?" "I suggest Lobelia, Lavender, and Mountain Rose Succulent. These two are perfect." He said,

I needed to feel something else, something to drown the fire that Adira had lit inside me. As I stepped into the flower garden—the one Baba had planted for Selene—I was greeted by the familiar riot of colors that had become its trademark. Peonies, Selene’s favorite, stood proudly amidst the towering sunflowers, while delicate hydrangeas and roses of every conceivable shade, littered the garden, making it any florist’s dream come true.