Flower Bfb Novels & Stories

Mom said. “You congratulated and wished yourself good luck in the card,” Dad said. He’s almost laughing. “That would make me pitiful had I even put my name there as the sender,” I said. I thought my alibi worked so I just went with the flow. Bobby is silent. I don’t know what’s going on in his head. “So, chrysanthemum is your favorite flower not roses,” he said. “I like roses too,” I said. “But it’s not your favorite. All this time I thought you really liked roses,” he said with a hint of disappointment in his tone.

"Doesn't matter,I think you need to add more fertilizer to the flowers maybe they would stop growing so shabby" Amber said over the phone,she was lying on her back and was talking to her mother Tanya, Alek was seated on the chair in the room and was working on something on his phone,he didn't raise his head or take his eyes of from his phone even though Amber had been shouting and laughing for the past ten to fifteen minutes with Tanya as they talked and gossiped about a lot of things.

Maurice's POV Two weeks later, Natalie, Mr. Mark and I headed to the Flourish Holdings. It all seemed like a family affair as Mr. Fidell came with his son as well as my mom, who stood as a representative for Blossom Incorporations. I felt uneasy when I saw Marvin Hobbs and his team. ‘Was today meant to be a rollercoaster?'

I breathed out happy it had started its way up her hips. “No.” My eyes flashed to her face, “this could make me, you hear that?” I asked, pulling one side up. “All you’re gunna do there is take pictures and take it to mom at The Close Up,” she huffed helping with the other side. “You should really give The Close Up more credit Britney. It literally pays our university fees,” I grunted as we pulled a second time, “which is why, if you think of it, is another good reason I should go.”

Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his. “So, ‘F’ stands for Friend.” He said flexing my thumb towards the inside of my palm. “Hmhm…” I hummed. “L for Love.” This time he flexed my index finger. “A for affection.” He went to my middle finger. I was watching him quietly as he bent my fingers one by one almost making them a fist. “E denotes Enemy,” he said flexing my pinky after skipping a finger. “What? I am your enemy?” I asked him pouting.

In his left hand, he had a bouquet of colorful flowers. “Good evening, Beta,” my dad replied, shaking his hand. “So, Jasmine tells us you’re her mate?” “Yes, sir,” Luke replied. “Well, come on in.” “Hi, Jasmine.” He came over to me and kissed me on the cheek. “You look beautiful.” He handed me the flowers. “Thank you,” I replied, inhaling his intoxicating scent, feeling nervous. “Can I get you something to drink? We have water, Coke, juice,” my dad offered.

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.

You looks so pretty like that. More blushing over here. Before I could reply though,he texted again. Alexander: Sorry love, but apparently my attention is needed...time for me to listen to boring finance talk all over again. Me: *gasp* finance is so not boring!!! Take that back!!! Alexander: Nope, not until you can prove that. He added laughing emojis and I smiled. Me: Challenge accepted! Now pay attention while I do same. Bye Alexander. Alexander: Bye pretty Flower. I put my phone back in my bag and focused on the lecturer, quickly getting back on track and soon passing through all three hours of the class.

The flower person jumped in excitement, watching the man in pain. “Happy, happy, happy!” The flower person sang in the video. “You see how happy the man is.” Barbrooke has a dreamy look on. “Aren't you happy?” “I am.” I hurriedly nodded, forcing a smile. “What are you called? Since you make people happy.” I managed to ask. “We are the floweries!” One of the women yelled excitedly. “Floweries.” I repeated, my voice barely a whisper.

“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!”