Eat Your Flowers Novels & Stories

"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?"

The next thing happening is her vomiting on my favorite rose in the palace. What did she eat? Damn, I love those flowers! TBC

" I can't tell them that this note came from Christian. "Well, this nuts is yummy. He have a good taste by the way." We all look at Seah who's eating the nuts while looking at the daffodils. "He send daffodils--- do you know the meaning of this flowers?" Heaven ask while examining the flowers. I shrug. How do I suppose to know if this is my first time receiving this?

he says firmly, letting me know it's end of this conversation. "Lastly, how can you even think that I'll leave my flower for some rotten artificially made vegetables, I don't even like vegetables anymore, I'm now more of a flower guy, my favourite is Daisy" he winks at me, I gape at him, he's so cheesy. I'm serious and he's flirting.

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.”

She took her time to familiarize Miren with the flowers that suddenly appeared in the box. “Lady, the flowers I brought are all flowers picked from the back of the garden. Since there was going to be a ball tonight, the king wanted us to dress him up beautifully. Lady who doesn't want to wear gold jewelry can try wearing these flowers in her hair, these flowers will definitely make your beauty stand out." Miren reached out and gently stroked a wine-colored rose as she looked at the flowers that had been meticulously arranged inside the box. Her fingertips must have felt as if they were being tenderly pampered by the petals because of how velvety soft they were.

Sniffing forcefully, she suddenly plucked a petal and attempted to put it in her mouth. Griffith clicked his tongue, grabbing her hand. "What are you doing?" "I want to taste it." Her eyes sparkled, referencing a classic movie scene. "The female lead eats flower petals. It's iconic." Griffith couldn't quite appreciate such romance. He remarked, "Aren't you afraid it's covered in fertilizer?" Charlotte crinkled her nose at the thought. "Do they use manure on flowers abroad too?" Griffith concocted a story, "They use animal manure."

Charm flowers… The ones I said helped with sadness. Why was he acting so soft? Was he doing all this intentionally or he's just— “We'd leave you to it then, Milady.” Edmund said and tried to leave. “Wait,” I said slowly. “If I just pick one meal, you’ll pack up the rest?” “Yes, Milady. Anything you wish, but you can take as much as you want and we'll pack the rest,” he replied. My stomach was already betraying me, growling softly. “Then I’ll have a sandwich. And water. The rest can be cleared away, leave the flowers too,” I ordered. It felt strange as the words fell from my lips… I was used to beung the one taking the order notnthe one dishing it out.