Diablo View Florist Novels & Stories

"Uh, I need to use the restroom." Seeing Felix continue to eat without acknowledging her, Dora grew frustrated. She leaned in, emphasizing her assets. "Hey, can't you at least look at me?" Yet, he still did not respond. Dora decided to drop the bombshell she had been saving for tomorrow's meeting. She whispered, "I have information about a herb called Veilflower." That did the trick. Felix immediately wiped his mouth and looked at her. "You serious?" Dora was annoyed by his previous indifference. Sure, she was not the prettiest, but she had a killer body.

We looked at each other and shared a rare smile. “It does. I have not had this since I was little. Where did you find it?” he asks. “In the cabinet near my Jasmine tea. I had never noticed it before so I decided to try it, and I am glad that I did because I think that I found my new favorite tea. Where did it come from?” “Corra. That tribe is known for its variety of flowers and for using them for medicinal reasons in both dragons and humans. My parents likely brought this back from one of their diplomatic missions,” he explains.

"I need you to call the florist we use for the corporate lobby. The one on Fifth Street." "The premium floral shop? Yes, sir. What kind of arrangement do you need?" "White camellias," Darius said, remembering the small bush that used to grow near the back fence of the Sterling estate, where Thea used to sit alone with her books. "I don’t want massive bows. Just a simple glass vase. Have them delivered to the main office of The Daily Herald.” There was a short pause on the line. Clara knew exactly who owned the newspaper now. Everybody in the business world did. "And the name on the delivery tag, sir?"

Felicity immediately glared at Davian, "You didn't have the heart to do it, and you still have the audacity to be jealous of someone else!" Desperate to prove his innocence, Davian angrily looked at Gilbert, but asked very carefully, "This shouldn't be. Haven't all the flowers at all the florists been sold out?" Gilbert chuckled while glancing at Davian, "Have you gone to all the florists in Calthon? Besides, as long as you have the will, what can't be bought?" Davian still tried to defend himself. Felicity stared daggers back at him, "Just shut up. You never had the will to see it through!"

Third person’s POV In the early evening the next day Caleb drove to a flower boutique. "Good evening sir." The florist greets. She was a petite woman wearing silver-framed glasses. She smiled at Caleb behind the counter. "Looking for something special for a special person?" Caleb’s phone was still pressed to his ear, half-distracted. "Yes. Give me a moment." There was a woman's voice guiding him through. "No, she's bold and very guarded."

“You can get ten per cent of the profit I make once my flowers are ready.” “So, nothing then.” She shook her head. “The land is of no use to me but if it can be used for my favourite flower, then I will give it to you. My only wish is that this old woman is involved when the planting process arrives.” Thus, my first business started. Deimos Flower, a beautiful, unassuming plant with medicinal properties from its roots to its petals. Ah, I could already imagine the money I would make! I immediately wrote to Miss Rose who I had contacted beforehand to purchase the seeds from her father. Now, all I had to do was commission land tillers.

This mix of scents was kind of nice and not at all overpowering to the senses. “You’re early, Oliver,” piped the hobbit-sized woman manning the counter toward the back of the shop. “Don’t you have school?” “Called in sick, Dolores,” Ollie replied genially. “Got my order ready?” “Of course, I did,” the frizzy-haired, glasses-wearing florist replied. “I know it’s an important day for you.” Dolores disappeared underneath her counter and came back up moments later with a white box in her hands big enough to nearly cover the entire upper half of her body.

“That day, when I read your diary, I finally learned that the flower pot held nothing inside. You had given up on me even then. “I only have myself to blame for being so oblivious to you. But it’s different now, I’ve planted new rose seeds in there. When it blooms, I will come to find you. “I will always protect you, and I will safeguard our red roses.” I cried, completely taken aback by Lucas's revelations. I didn’t comprehend what he meant about coming to find me. All I wanted was to hold him. It felt as though he could hear my thoughts. He gently knelt before the gravestone, extending his hands toward me.

I felt a leaden weight in my chest as we got out of the car. Without waiting for me, Dante opened the side gate and went in. I was about to follow him when the cloying fragrance of flowers stopped me. A little distance away was a booth. Different kinds of flowers occupied every available space. I stared ahead of me and saw that some of the graves had fresh flowers on them. There was no one manning the booth, so I selected a bouquet of red roses. I went in after Dante. He stood motionless, a speck in the far distance. I passed some new and some weathered graves which housed what was left of generations of deceased members of the Shadow Moon pack.

Almost everyone in Blossoms Valley backed off. Of course, this included Philip and Marigold. Just after the two got out of the way, they realized something was wrong. Although the black lotuses had been engulfed by the flames and reduced to ashes, no changes came over Diablo Tower apart from some cracks on it. Seeing this scene, Marigold frowned solemnly. “Oh no, Diablo Tower is about to open.” As soon as she said that, stones started falling from Diablo Tower as if something was hidden in it and the seal had been broken.