Fleur Summary Novels & Stories

"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.

"Happy anniversary, honey! We're going to stay at Wildrose Estate today, where you'll finally get to see the sea of flowers I've prepared for you by tonight." I smiled without saying a word. I took out the divorce papers I'd prepared and pushed them toward him. "Sign them." I'd already flipped to the last page. Claude took them and signed without hesitation. I froze for a second. "Are you not even going to check what it is?" Claude didn't seem to care. "Isn't it just an adjustment to the IVF plan? We've always signed something like this whenever it failed before." I held the flash drive in my hand, feeling nothing but irony.

I didn't need this shit so early in the morning. "Mm... you seen the little Blossom yet?" Tyler laughed. Fuck sake. Blossom was a girl from the Blood Moon pack, her father was their former Alpha and her brother had taken over 4 years ago when he was 21. She was small, and sweet. Her hair was always tied up in a ribbon and she was always reading... or doing work. She never really spoke to anyone. I'd only ever seen her with two people. And I had to admit, I'd had a crush on her as soon as I'd laid eyes on her. But I always felt guilty in the back of my head.

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

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.

“Ms. Jensen, your partner and the kids are amazing. You’re really lucky. “Your arm would have been fine with just some ointment. But they insisted you stay in the hospital and took care of you the whole time.” Moon smiled. Pride shone in her eyes. Julian walked in with the two boys. He handed her the bouquet he was holding, and a warm smile spread across his face. “Your discharge papers are ready. The boys picked these flowers this morning. Congratulations on getting out of the hospital!” Zayden and Yannick leaned in on either side. “Ms. Jensen, look! There are still dewdrops on the flowers!” “Ms. Jensen, these flowers are as pretty as you!”

I grabbed one of the drawings I had finished and wrote: Dear David and Joon, Thank you for taking care of me like one of your own. But I can't stay with you any longer. I'm sorry. I have to face my responsibilities, I have to face reality again. I can't be part of your fantasy anymore. Sincerely, Your little flower, Fleur I hoped that with leaving a note behind they wouldn't be that hurt by my leaving. I made my way to the car and got in. Carefully I started the engine and looked around if somebody noticed. Nothing happened so I started to drive.

it said goodbye to her. "Okay, Fleur take your time," Mrs. Cruz said and let her go. Fleur follow Andrei as she said and it leadsheleads backyard where his friends go lately, They all stare at Fleur not because she's new but because of its undeniable beauty but with her sad eyes that show aaaw aw aaa of depression. "Aahhh! Guys, This is Fleur," Andrei introduces her. "Hello," Fleur greeted. "You're Memphis ex? Wow! How come you two break up?" One of their friends amazingly asks

In fact, I couldn't be more discreet. “You are a walking contradiction”, a friend once told her. “She has the mindset of a traditional teacher and the look of a dancer. No wonder men never know how to behave around you.” Wishing that Mr. Khan wasn't one of those men, Fleur went downstairs to wait for the taxi. She was a teacher and she wanted to be looked at exactly like that. Even more so in the case of this medieval old man.