Enchanted Florist Novels & Stories

Beatrice Pov Lazarus Florist is the name of my new flower shop. I no longer use Cindy's name; this shop officially belongs to me. For one month not working, I learned to string flowers. Not only will I sell fresh flowers, but I will also make a bouquet and makeup for weddings.

He is slightly panting, and although he looks grumpy, he also seems pained. “For you.” My heart leaps in my chest as I stare at him, not quite registering his words until he takes a step into the room and holds the flowers out toward me. I hesitantly take them, feeling their soft petals brush against my fingers. They are gorgeous and plucked by hand. I don’t recognize the type, but...wait. Are these enchanted roses? All of them are red and glowing except for a single white one in the middle, and I silently wonder if that means something.

She inquired, "Hi, are you Ms. Xanthos? Our cafe recently hosted a lucky draw with our guests' phone numbers, and you are the winner. As a gift, you get 50% off lunch and your preferred choice of plants from the garden." Caught by surprise, Noelle exclaimed, "Is that true? That's awesome!" The staff member nodded at Noelle, who smiled widely from her exceptional good luck. Noelle immediately pointed at the cluster of lilac-colored flowers and said to the staff member, "Please remember to pack these flowers up for me." The staff member inhaled sharply upon recognizing the flowers that Noelle would like to bring home. The flowers might look ordinary and tiny, but they were worth 10 thousand do

She had earlier told Sophie that she needed to bond with her mother; even though it might be painful, she needed to do it if she actually wanted to avoid that type of life for her children, like she had said. The florist's shop was a charming, family-owned florist's shop nestled in the heart of the bustling village. The exterior was unassuming, with a simple, yet elegant, wooden sign bearing the shop's name in golden letters. A delicate, hand-painted mural of intertwined flowers and vines adorned the walls, hinting at the beauty within.

"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?"

She emanated a quiet confidence, a blossoming flower herself in this floral sanctuary. As she moved gracefully through the shop, her nimble fingers expertly arranged the bouquets, ensuring each stem found its rightful place. Erdem stepped out of the shop, but he watched, enchanted, as she selected each flower with care, her touch gentle yet decisive. It was as if she held an intimate connection with the blooms, an unspoken language that flowed effortlessly between them.

“What was the payment, Ki?” “I promised her a basket of goldenberry pastries. Don’t give me that look, Bellamy. I know that witches don’t do anything for free, so we struck a deal. I supply her with sweets that she can only get from Aedrul, and she calls it even.” My laugh echoed throughout the shop. Of course, Kenzie would pull out a deal like that. “Clever,” I said, bowing my head slightly to Kenzie. “Thank you again, Beatrice. I’m still working on your papers. I should have them done some time tomorrow.”

When I arrived, the shop was bathed in sunlight, showcasing rows of vibrant blooms. The florist greeted me with a cheerful smile. “Good afternoon! How can I help you today?” “I’m looking for something special,” I said, stepping closer to the colorful display. “It’s our anniversary tomorrow, and I want it to be unforgettable.” The florist’s face lit up. “Ah, a romantic! I’ve got just the thing. How about a mix of red roses for love and white lilies for devotion?” I nodded, already picturing the bouquet. “Perfect. Make it breathtaking, please.”

Luke lifted my soaked golden hair, making 'spend the night' sound extremely suggestive. What do you want? I gestured in resignation. "You're good at using herbs, aren't you? I want you to give Henry some Enchanting Flowers." I frowned. Enchanting Flowers were pink flowers emitting an alluring fragrance containing a charm element, capable of arousing desire and emotions in humans. Not lethal, but it would certainly embarrass Henry. Sorry, I don't have the herb you mentioned. I replied with gestures. "Huh, then what do you have? If it satisfies me, I might let you go."