Diablo View Florist Novels & Stories

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?"

Her eyes moved to the fig tree, bare in its January stillness, every branch holding the quiet shape of waiting. “Exceptional summers,” she said. “Dona Beatriz predicts four in a row,” Dante replied. Fleur turned to him, eyebrow raised. “Who is Dona Beatriz?” “A seed shop owner in the Azores,” Dante said. “She has opinions about volcanic soil.” Fleur looked back at the fig tree, then at him. “You credit a seed shop owner for your fig tree?” “She gave us the correct information at the right time,” Dante said. “That’s how most good outcomes happen.”

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."

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.

Damien "Only dahlias," I said into the phone, balancing it between my shoulder and cheek while flipping through a file. “Dark red. The kind that looks almost black in certain light. No fillers, no roses, no distractions. Just them.” The florist on the other end hesitated. “Would you like to include a card, Mr. von Adler?” I stared out the floor-to-ceiling window of my office. The skyline was pale today, dipped in soft grey, like the city itself was holding its breath.

Floria continued her incantation. “DAMN YOU. I WON'T LET IT GO!!” WHOOSHH Santana threw his scythe at Flo, but unfortunately he missed even though it almost hit the magical girl's left cheek. "I, Floria Fresilca, release you..." Flo finished her chant with a closing incantation. “Nalastormu!!” WHOOSH WHOOSH Flo swung her hand towards Santana. The water bubbles magically spun around and then transformed into sharp needles and shot quickly towards the man.