Diablo View Florist Novels & Stories

Vic says as he raises his glass to his lips and takes a sip. “Three blades strapped to my thing and a small hand gun to my other thigh” I tell him doing the same and taking a sip of my wine. As we go finish speaking the chef personally comes out with our plates. “Count four Cartel, spider tattoos, Diabla will be heading your way in twenty” he bows his head and smiles. Then he laughs and jokes while making a show of explaining our meals to us. I had expected a night out with my husband to be but in this world I guess that wishful thinking.

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.

“I love you, Sienna Duraturo…” ************************* “What is this?” I asked, sitting up on bed as I saw Diablo walking inside the room with a tray in his hands. Two flower bouquets were on the dresser in front of me, and a small box was on the side table beside me. “Good morning,” he said, putting the tray on the side table beside the box. He connected his lips with mine, not even bothering about the fact that I didn’t brush my teeth yet. “What is all this, Diablo?” I asked, smiling as I tried to hide the blush on my cheeks. He looked around the room before smirking.

Flora, now on her guard, introduced herself with forced calmness, grappling with the unexpected turn of events. "Miss Flora, the heiress of Seraphims Holding Company," she introduced herself proudly over the phone. "Oh, I see. So, what can I do for you, Miss Flora?" the DPO asked, maintaining a professional tone. Flora, accustomed to asserting her authority, responded with a commanding tone, "There are two guys in your custody. I heard they hurt Miss Rowan. Is there any way you can wrap up their cases without investigating further? I want the case closed. Send those boys to prison or whatever fits as punishment." Her status as the heiress of a renowned company lent her a certain privilege, o

“Hi Daniela, Keila. You ready,” I ask. “Yep, where to first,” asks Daniela. “To the florist and then the DJ. We can see the cater around lunch time that way we can be sure to be hungry,” laughs Calista. Daniela drives us into the city and pulls up to the florist called Moments in Time. There are so many beautiful flowers on display. The owner immediately greets us.

Knowledge is important and I strive to make every avenue available to my pack members to pursue their passions. Today is not for soil samples or higher education, today is about Daphne and me. I cruise down the main road until I see the sign for the shop that I was looking for, Fitzgerald’s Flowers. It is a smaller shop, but they always have the best flowers, and they are one of the few shops that carries gladiolas. I quickly park the Jeep and head into the shop.

What cultivation method is he practicing? F*ck! Darryl was surprised. When had Florian become so powerful?

I whirled around, confused at the sight before me, unable to make sense of the blurred faces until all the faces suddenly morphed into known faces. And in the midst of it all stood David. He was enveloped by darkness, his body twisted by the power that belonged to him. His eyes—not eyes anymore, but something else. Something wicked. Flora stood next to him. She was untouched by the bloodshed, her position relaxed, almost indifferent. The way she looked at the battlefield sent shivers down my spine. There was no regret, no grief. Only triumph. She turned, her eyes locking onto mine. She saw me.

**David’d POV** I stand there, by Scarlet’s resting place, with the familiar weight of white roses in my hands—her favorite. It’s a clear morning, the cemetery dappled with sunlight, peaceful and introspective. As I place the flowers down, I can’t help but feel a blend of solace and sorrow, her diary's words echoing in my mind.

"I like it." "Felix could arrange the deliveries," she continued, clearly warming to her idea. "We could include small cards with both our names." "I'll have him make the arrangements," I agreed, reaching for my phone. "Wait!" Amber's hand shot out to stop me. "I should contact the florist myself." I raised an eyebrow. "Any particular reason?" "Moonflower Florist," she said, as if the name explained everything. My curiosity was piqued. "What's special about this florist?"