Eat Your Flowers Novels & Stories

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.

Yara felt a little dissapointed but what she can do. "Don't worry, I don't want to do anything with Ryker. I'm just entertaining him for he is you're client." Yara said. "That again, I told you that don't do anything against your will just because of a client." Kenzo said. Again, Yara stomach growled and Kenzo's too and they both laughed. Their dinner was served. Yara furrowed her forehead. "Have you ordered?" Yara asked. "Nope, but they are only serving what you saw a while ago." Kenzo said. "Flowers?" Yara asked not believing that the beautiful flowers a while ago were the ones they will eat now."Yeah." Kenzo answered and Yara had a "O" on her face. Spring Salad with Microgreens, Blackberr

"Anyway, I'm here to beg you, of course I have to learn a little about you. I just thought you liked flowers, but I didn't expect you to love flowers so much." The flowers here were carefully pruned and cared for, obviously the growers loved and cared about them so much. "And yet you make fun of me for eating vegetables, a werewolf who likes flowers makes fun of a werewolf who likes to eat vegetables, it's funny." I raised my voice.

She smiled sweetly and greeted, "Teacher Howard." "The flowers in the yard are all blooming, and the sunflowers are huge! Are the sunflower seeds almost ready to harvest?" she asked with enthusiasm. "Yes, you can eat them in a few days," Teacher Howard replied. "When that happens, I’ll come over to grill them, stir-fry them, and we can watch some drama..." Emerald continued, happily chatting with the teacher as she walked into the room, not paying attention to what was in front of her. Suddenly, she stumbled and found herself falling into the strong arms of someone.

"Yeah, but I fried the mayonnaise at first and then put it on it and I grinded some flowers and added it like seasoning?" "Flowers?" "Yeah, I plucked some tulips from the garden and sliced a bit of the leaves." "What?" "I don't know, I know it sounds weird, but I was craving the smell so I really needed to eat it or I was going to die." "What? Is this what pregnancy really does?” He raised his hands in defeat after seeing her face. "No judgment, baby. You can have all the tulips you want. You cute little goat." "Goat?"

Sketches showed the progression of her experiments—normal garden vegetables that gradually became something more extraordinary, flowers that seemed to glow with inner light, vines that grew in mathematically impossible spirals. December 3rd, 1891. Success at last! The winter roses are not only surviving the frost, they appear to be thriving on it. Their petals have developed a luminescent quality that intensifies during the coldest nights. More remarkably, I am certain they are attempting to communicate. The rustling of their leaves follows distinct patterns—almost like a primitive language. I have begun keeping careful notes on these "conversations," though I fear any scientist who read my

" Let's eat," I nod and follow him to the table. There is a bouquet here of white peonies on the table how I love these flowers! I smell the blooms. I thought I saw a glimpse of a smile on his lips, but before I could adjust my eyes to look properly, it was gone. Or maybe I imagined it. " Lovely flowers," I say. " Hmm," he murmurs. I take a seat and smile. There are so many food on the table; meats, cheeses, and all you can have. It was brunch.

It smells like Gideon and I find that so comforting; even after spending days in the bed, I can still smell his masculine scent. “I thought that would make you happy.” Flora smiles as she reaches back into the bag and pulls out a small tub of food; she slides it through the bars and the look on her face leaves no room for argument. I tell myself that I’m only eating because of the life inside of me but the second I see the neatly folded pancakes and fruit, my stomach starts to growl loudly. “So, Winter Wolves?” I ask as I pull off a piece of pancake and pop it into my mouth; Flora doesn’t say anything until I’ve eaten two pancakes and several pieces of apple and orange.

Ian frowned at her. “My bike. It’s rude to give cut flowers to us. It’s believed that you cut short the life to the flowers and you’re wishing that on the person you’re giving them to. Always give the whole plant, or a new part for my bike.” Yolanda couldn’t help but smile at his confusion. Aria just shook her head wryly at her. “Guys, sit down and eat. Or Gregory will call you in to talk to him, while your food gets stone cold.”

“Nope. I don’t need anything right now, so there’s nothing I want to buy. If we’re talking about food, you treat me to it often enough. And I won’t like the food as much anymore if I eat it too often.” Quinn suddenly gasped, “Oh! I forgot the flowers you gave me are still at the gym.”