Flower Husbands Novels & Stories

Remus asked in disbelief. “One leaf from the flower is valued at one million dollars. Can you count how many leaves are on the flower? There are more than twenty, meaning one flower costs twenty million. One plant has five to ten flowers, so in a total of one plant, it can be a hundred million alone! How can it not be expensive!” “Wow, I just heard that there is such a flower business. So far, I've only studied café matters and marital affairs." "Marriage matters?" "Yes, marriage affairs, how do I have a charming human wife like you, how to make my wife happy and love me back."

A delivery company of some sort. “Good morning, ma’am,” he greets, suddenly remembering his manners. “We have a delivery for you.” He signals to the truck and three other guys come out of nowhere to deliver the contents of it. My sour look entirely disappears when I realize what’s going on. There are heaps and heaps of flowers; all the ones I like. I let them into the house, blushing all the way because even after five years of marriage, my husband still gifts me like he’s trying to woo me.

She hesitated before settling at the small table, watching him with an intensity she couldn’t explain. He was meticulous, precise, careful but every motion carried a familiarity that suggested he had not been doing this his whole life. Not for her. Not for anyone. Except maybe now. Then he reached under the counter and pulled out a large bouquet of flowers, wrapped beautifully, petals vibrant and flawless. Tessa blinked at him. “Thought the last ones might have faded by now,” he said, placing them carefully beside her. “This… is a better replacement. From me. Your husband.”

Casandra replied, briefly diverting her attention from the fish she was frying. "Cas!" Alexander called out, getting down on his knees in front of Casandra. "What is it, Lex?" Casandra asked, surprised to see her husband suddenly kneeling in front of her. "I present you with a bouquet of water spinach for our lunch, prepared with love." Alexander handed over the water spinach as if he were giving Casandra a bouquet of flowers. Casandra couldn't help but chuckle at her husband's cute gesture. While other men would present flowers, Alexander was offering a bunch of water spinach to her.

Albert Crousse and La France fluttered in the silent wind , Chelsea loved these two especially La France with its exquisite charming look , that pink splattered with crimson was simply beautiful and their mild fragrance was enchanting . But that was not the complete truth , she indeed loved Peonies because they weren't intoxicating like roses but she loved them because these flowers were the ones Rogue had given her on the day of their engagement . Peonies signified happy marriage and when Rogue gifted her these flowers , she was over the moon . She believed Rogue gave her these peonies because just like her , he wanted a happy marriage with her but -

he asked, furrowing his brow. Marvin offered a faint, calm smile. “I’m buying the finest one for my wife—the five-hundred-thousand-dollar tier.” With that, he pulled his wife close and sharply ordered Raymond to cut out his nonsense. “Sit back down in your seat!” he commanded. Shocked beyond words, Elena clapped a hand over her mouth. Her eyes widened into perfect circles. For all her years among the elite, Elena had never once owned one of those flowers. Gloriest Blossoms were far too luxurious, with only a single bloom managing to grow each year.

Rosa laughed, “Killian does not bring his hookups here. He has never brought a fling home. You are the first.” “And what about Flora?” I kept a straight face as I asked about Flora. I was dying to know about that woman. Rosa smiled, “I don’t know about any Flora. What I know is that you are the first woman he has brought here and you have stayed longer. Killian does not linger on a woman for long. He can fuck her once or twice and then move on to the next.” “You seem to know so much about my husband. How many times has he fucked you?” I asked folding my hands across my chest. It was unfortunate that Rosa did not know about Flora. So I was going to ask Damien or even Brooke.

Hazel was a big fan of their love story, so she naturally knew… However, she didn’t want to bring up such a sad topic, so she simply nodded subtly before replying, “Yeah, I understand… Anyway, your flowers are here.” Pleased with how beautifully they had bloomed, James then said, “They look healthy… Thanks. Mind putting them in the car for me?” “Not at all,” replied Hazel as she did as she was told… Once everything was done, she handed him some seeds before saying, “Oh, and before I forget… Here. These are the seeds of those flowers you ordered. It wasn’t easy getting them, but I believe that they’re in excellent hands…” After he thanked her, Hazel nodded with a somber smile… and after a whi

I breathe, carefully taking them with both hands. His smile is soft, proud. “I hoped you’d like them. I grow them in the greenhouses the witches maintain. They're called hellebores. That one’s Fire and Ice, and the other’s Onyx Odyssey. I figured you’d want something different—something no other guy’s ever given you.” I grab a vase from the cabinet, fill it with water, and place the flowers inside. Then I turn, walk up to him, cup his face in both hands—and kiss the hell out of him.

Rose My lips curve up into a smile as a little girl waves back at me; holding onto her flower until she steps out of my flower shop with her mother. I look around—seeing that my workers are busy attending to the customers in here, bringing them the fresh new flowers that just arrived today. I turn to look left on the counter at a picture of Elis and I; the same picture that we took four years ago. It has been long since what happened yet I still miss him every single day, no matter how.