Fleur Stroy Novels & Stories

Her blue eyes looked as beautiful as the sea, sparkling, as she gave a radiating dimpled smile and then her dress? Natalie wore a yellow flowy dress in floral print, which made her look like a freshly blossoming flower. Yes! I was right. A steak of sun flower was attached to her soft brown hair, and when she turned around enjoying the cool breeze of the beach it revealed the low back style of her dress, showcasing Natalie's graceful curves. Natalie was a mermaid, an angelic one!. I walked over to her first, swallowing the last liquid of my wine. I stood still, when I got there. Words failed me that instant.

I inquired, smiling. "I'm Fleur," she introduced, her voice soft and melodious. "Sorry to ask, but what's the meaning of your name?" I asked, intrigued. "Flower," she replied, a gentle smile spreading across her face. "What a beautiful name," I exclaimed, genuinely impressed. Fleur's eyes lit up. "May I?" she requested, gesturing to the heel in my hand. I handed it over to her, and she took it with a gracious smile. “Did you have any activities you'd like to do, food you'd like to eat, or anything?” Fleur inquired, her tone warm and welcoming.

The cherry blossom flower prints were printed on Miren's white skin, and they were extremely beautiful. She couldn't contain herself any longer and started wriggling up and down. She felt her secret spot gushing out a steamy liquid, and Miren really wanted to take Dylan's big thing. She clutched at Dylan's arm as he deliberately stroked nonchalantly over her body. Miren moaned as Dylan tamed at her feet. She couldn't contain herself any longer and started wriggling up and down. Miren begged him in a hushed tone, lowering her voice.

He offered it to her. She saw the flower in his hand and looked up at him. “A-Are you giving it to me?” Darrion nodded. “I don’t know what flower is this. I picked it from an old man’s pot. Don’t worry, I asked.” She reached her hand out and took the flower. Staring at the smooth and bright petals, she smiled warmly. “This is Eustema. Thank you, Darrion.” She smiled at him. Darrion smiled back. “You’re welcome. Well, I’m off.”

"Her majesty, I saw her in the passage near the Falling River. She was seriously injured and there was a flower with her." "What flower?" Amnisty doesn't answer right away. She and the queen already talked about this situation but they need to do it again to inform Dealla. She sighs before answering. I hate repeating. "It's Peony." "Oh, what a nice flower and it's the favorite of our friend, Amnisty. Right?" "You're right, her majesty." "Since you don't remember your name, darling. How about I'll name you Peony? Is it fine with you?" The queen strokes some strands of Dealla's hair. She puts it behind her ear. The queen stares at Dealla’s face.

But there are some people who still longs for more rather than staying in the room, locked up and just playing games. I am one of them. And now, I have friends, and I finally get along with my family. I also have found the love of my life. I am Miss Wallflower, and this is my story. END

Hello Readers, I wanted to thank all of you that read The Alpha's Flower it is the first story I have written. Thanks for all of your comments and support. Please check out my other two stories The Human Mated to Three and The Players Love. One last thing I will be making more books for different characters in The Alpha's Flower. Kate and the Red Moon Twin Alphas, Jason and Deserae, and Derek and Rose's triplets will be coming soon. Violet will have her own book, while Derek Jr and Blake will have one as well. I appreciate each and everyone of you

Except someone had been passing through it repeatedly and with purpose for three weeks. I moved through the trees with the Switch fully engaged, slow and deliberate, footfalls on stone where I could find it and packed earth where I couldn't, each step placed before my weight committed to it. The morning mist sat low between the trunks, the kind of mist that arrived in early autumn and stayed until midmorning, softening the edges of things, making the forest feel like a room someone had left the lights off in. Good cover. I noted it as I noted everything, filed it in the column marked useful and kept moving.

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.

"Like the princess, tea, or flower?" I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, a smile growing on my face. "The flower. Why do you—why do you call me Bloom?" Zac shrugged lightly, looking out the window. "I assumed it was the flower. Blooming—as flowers do." I inhaled sharply. I was—flattered, I think. Confused. I didn't think Zac was someone who would put thought into a nickname. It—kind of made my heart tug. It was—just more thoughtful than I would have imagined Zac to be.