Eat Your Flowers Novels & Stories

I just opened the book and started reading. I saw the blood orchid on the first page. It turns out to be one of the rare flowers, but I don't agree on just calling it rare. The ability of the flower that will make any animal big whenever it was eaten—rareness is an understatement. This is more like a forbidden flower. I saw many flowers there that I have never seen in my whole life. There is a flower that is intoxicating, there is a flower that increases libido...or they call it an aphrodisiac. There is a flower that eats people.

She was so happy she was still gushing when I hung up. Dinner was excellent, probably the best meal I'd ever had. I noticed bouquets of flowers in random places and she smiled. "I picked them out of your garden. I hope you don't mind." "Pick all you want. I used them to bait pollinators in for the vegetables, but decided I liked them so much I seem to plant more every year. It's a shame, really. Lots just go to waste. I'm sure there are people out there who would enjoy a bunch from time to time."

Given how she put it, Calvin shouldn’t refuse. Calvin glanced at his watch—it was still early. “Sure.” Rose beamed. “These flowers are all so beautiful. Which ones do you like?” “Cacti,” Calvin replied. Rose chuckled. “Cacti are quite nice. They’re resilient, can thrive in any environment, and if cared for well, they’ll bloom and bear fruit. Cactus fruit is actually pretty tasty.” The path through the flowerbeds was narrow. Walking side by side, they could almost touch each other. Calvin deliberately moved back a bit. “I’ve never eaten them, so I wouldn’t know.”

Davina's POV: Flora pulled me anxiously. "Keep your voice down!" "God! There are so many snacks!" I exclaimed in a low voice. Flora was holding a variety of junk foods in her arms, including fried chicken and chips. "Are these worms?" I asked while picking up a kebab-like thing. "Yes, roasted silkworm pupae." Flora picked up another kebab, put it into her mouth, and closed her eyes dramatically as she slowly chewed it. "Yummy! Davina, give it a try!"

Yuri opened the side door, and David helped Fremingo bring the ingredients and flowers brought along by the car into the living room of the west wing. David stay together to taste Brother Fremingo's cooking? "Yuri pleaded as he saw he was leaving. No, thank you. "David smiled and refused. Heart said, spare me, I've eaten all the dog food all the way, I really don't want to eat it anymore. Could you please take these flowers along the way to the entrance of the neighboring community? I'll have Qiao Qiaocome down to pick them up. "Yuri held several bundles of hydrangeas, roses, and sunflowers to him.

I said as I stood and made to get the flower. “No,” she yelled as she discovered what I was headed to and spoke about. “What do you mean no?” I questioned her. “You can get food if you want. You don't need to eat that flower…” “Look at how beautiful it is. You would not want to destroy something that is so good-looking now, would you?” “Nuh huh…” I said. “Dinner time!” she yelled out. There was no response. “Dinner time,” she yelled again. There was still no response.

I wasn't about to wreck a home. "So dumb." I wipe my eyes on my knees, but the tears don't stop. I look up and can see people making their way through the trees towards me. I sniff and rest my chin on my hands. My eyes trail down, and through my blurry vision, I can see dozens and dozens of flowers blooming around me. I furrow my brow, wiping at my eyes again and moving to sit on my knees and crouch over the flowers. I hadn't wiped my hands on the ground, but they were still blooming. Pink ones, purple, white. Still smaller than a quarter, but slightly bigger than the last ones I made bloom. And there were a lot more of these too. They continued to appear around where I sat as I watched.

He immediately slid his tongue into it and began to take in the whole of my flowers into his mouth. “Uhhh… et..han the food is uhhhh.. getting cold..” I blurted out in between pleasure pulling his head closer to it. “I can always cook another one for you” he muttered in-between Ethan sucked and nibbled at my flowers, like it was the breakfast we were meant to have. It felt so good . It was so indescribable “Uhhh, Ethan “ I moaned, bitting my lips as he focused on eating me up down there. I pulled him hard closer to it.

I wouldn’t allow my client to badger me into seeing him, even if he did buy me the most comfortable pair of high heel shoes I’d ever tried on. I edged closer to the window on the el and stared at my phone. Steph posted a photo of blooming dahlias on F******k. She had planted and nurtured the vibrant red and gold flowers in the pots on her apartment balcony. Roman commented, “They’re pretty, but you can’t eat them. Useless to me.” Roman tagged Steph and me in her selfie. She held a whole zucchini between her lips with the caption, “A man gives a girl a flower, and he makes her pretty for a day. Teach her how to please him, and she’ll hook that man for life!”

Something wasn’t right—but right now, I had no energy to chase old women or legends. I placed the bouquet beside the regular Moon Flowers in the vase. Their contrast was almost poetic—the soft transparency of the white petals beside the gleaming obsidian of the black ones. "They look beautiful together, don’t they?" I murmured, brushing the petals of the regular ones with gentle fingers. "Yeah...but that woman’s behavior was strange," Neva responded cautiously. "Maybe she freaked out seeing the Black Moon Flowers. It’s not something you see every day." We left it at that. Hunger had a way of burying even the strangest warnings. I was starving and nauseated. I grabbed a few of my collected he