Enchanted Florist Novels & Stories

she said, smirking. “It wasn’t my fault. The ground was uneven,” I muttered, though even I couldn’t keep a straight face. The gardens were next, and Sophie took over as the guide. “These flowers are enchanted,” she said, gesturing to a patch of vibrant blooms. “They only grow here and are used in some of the pack’s rituals.” “They’re beautiful,” Althea said, crouching down to examine one of the blossoms. “This place… it’s nothing like I expected.”

It was almost a meter in diameter. The large blue enchantress made people present couldn't help exclaiming. "Oh my god! It's the first time I've seen such a big bunch of flowers in my life." "Same here! It's amazing!" "It can be more than just beautiful. There are so many flowers here. They must be expensive!" "There's no need to say that. The blue enchantress is already a kind of expensive flower. Can't you see there's a layer of gold powder on top?" Everyone was whispering. But everyone's eyes moved simultaneously with the bouquet of flowers. Finally, when the two people carried the flowers and stood in front of Elizabeth, everyone's eyes were full of envy.

“Alright, alright. But for now, let’s just worry about the auction. Agreed?” “Okay.” There was a knock on the door before Enzo pushed it open, and walked in holding a bouquet of flowers. “This is for you, Miss.” He informed and stretched it towards me. My cheeks were hurting from smiling. I took it and sniffed it. They smelt sweet because they were real flowers and not so plastic. There was a note attached to it, and it read. ‘Goodluck with the auction. You will do terrific.’

I hollered when we ran through the garden. Beautiful flowers were grown there to attract any eyes with great attraction to beauty. Red and pink roses littered the floor and formed a huge 'M' shape representing the Marshalls. A large fountain also gushed out clean water which didn't only add to the beauty but also served as a way of feeding the plants. They ranged from purple lilies, white sunny flowers, tulips, Chery blossom, bluebells, and a host of others. Their beauty seemed innocent but it would cost an expert to realize that most of the flowers were wolfsbane and were shielded by magic called the glamour spell. Glamour spells help by using beauty to shield an object and sometimes even a

What better flowers to give to a woman than a bouquet of roses and baby's breath? I've been working as a florist for eight months now and I love my job. How could I not?. I'm surrounded by beautiful flowers everyday being a guide for customers and a great persuader. Only four of us worked here: Sam and kash who delt with the flower catering services and Belle and I who stays at the front to assist customers. Sometimes we get days off and today was belle's. Sometimes the boss would come in on Fridays and help around or making sure everything's in place and order. She was a dark complexion woman with black hair and a bubbly personality. She's a great boss who doesn't favour one of us over the

He held the power to bring a smile to my face when I was going through unbearable pain. It glowed lighter. revealing a pair of eyes, it was also a part of a burning fire. My lower lip trembles from all the emotions consuming me, he was here he was holding me. I couldn't speak and just stared at him. A black wing sparking with an amber glow rested on my forehead and a bright red flower landed on my chest, cracking sparkles around it. I had read about it in the Herbology book. FlammaFlos! It's a powerful plant and the Queen of Faerie guards them. I saw Cassandra but her sight wasn't clear. It's given for a new life.

She had to be the florist. " Good afternoon ma'am." Hailey greeted after a little while of carelessly gaping at the work process and drawing conclusions. " Hello dear! Come come, there's enough flowers to go for the whole building. Help out, take some.." the elderly woman said happily, " there's enough to go for a beautiful lady." She added and continued with her job, instructing the workers to be much faster as she had to go somewhere.

The florist says to me, you’re a moron, and she needs more than roses for her to accept your apology. She looks around the shop for the flowers and something else. Ahhh, yes, here we go her favorite flowers, also here is a little something extra for her as well. It was a charm bracelet. Okay, how much do I owe you? She says the flowers are free, but the charm bracelet is fifty dollars. Only fifty dollars for this, she deserves something a little more mind-blowing, don’t you think? Nonsense, from what you told me about her, she doesn’t seem to be the one who cares about money.

Chai skillfully arranged the bouquets, expertly combining different blooms to create harmonious compositions. The moment the shop opened its doors, a steady stream of customers began to grace its threshold. The sight of the vibrant flowers enticed passersby, drawing them closer to the captivating displays crafted by Cynthia and Chai's skilled hands. With each customer interaction, Cynthia's warm smile blossomed. She offered advice on floral selections, sharing her knowledge of different blooms and their meanings. Her passion for flowers was evident in her enthusiastic conversations, leaving customers inspired and delighted. Chai, too, found joy in helping customers find their perfect floral

She looked at me for a long time before speaking. “You running from something?” she asked gently. I swallowed. “Yes.” She nodded once. “Then you’ll fit right in.” That was how I became the florist. I arranged tulips for weddings, lilies for funerals, daisies for people who wanted to say sorry but didn’t know how. Flowers understood things people couldn’t say. And somehow, so did Mrs. Caldwell. Leo waited behind the counter while I worked. He drew pictures of boats and dogs and houses with chimneys. Customers smiled at him like he was a good omen.