Flower Husbands 소설 & 이야기

~ 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.

She was surprised that Mauvais talked that long and he expressed his thoughts and emotions. ** The woman was humming while combing her light brown hair. She has straight eyebrows and a diamond ace. Her heart-shaped lips were in dark red, it’s her color signature. “This is perfect for tonight’s event. I hope my brothers will arrive early.” She arranged the bundle of roses on her table. She doesn’t like roses but her brother told her to have them instead of her true favorite flower. She agreed since the idea was good for them. She flinched when a small thorn of rose pricked her finger. She hissed when blood started to drop on the floor. She licked it and raised her eyebrow.

The girl leaned close, and the boy looked up at her, the corners of his eyes curving slightly. His gaze was full of her. He smiled and pointed to the flowerpot she had just placed nearby. Half teasing, he said, “Then Cecilia is a red rose. Delicate and thorny. Only I can afford to take care of you.” Cecilia turned and looked at the roses Lucas had placed in the room that morning. And tears streamed silently down her face.

There was a trace of puzzlement in her eyes as she looked at Fabian, who hadn't been back for very long. Fabian's smile grew even brighter, yet it appeared all the more hideous and grotesque. "Yup." Yvonne walked closer to the sea of roses. I could tell she liked it very much, but there was something strange about her expression. "How did the roses here grow so well?" Yvonne murmured, gently stroking the rose blossoms. "Of course they're blooming beautifully. Yvonne, I know who you hate the most, so I turned him into fertilizer to nourish these roses."

Fourteen Florence’s chest heaved as she nodded her head, her lips parted slightly. Her hands, trembling slightly, reached out to accept the envelope. She and Heath had connected through a sugar daddy website called SecretBenefits, a topic frequently discussed among her fellow female college students as a means to add more to their income on platforms like FansOnly. Their initial encounter had been immediate, and Heath had wasted no time in expressing his desires to marry. While hesitant, Florence’s dire financial situation had compelled her to consider the proposal.

He did not stay so long, but he brought me flowers. My hands hurt as I wrote in detail, the difference between my husband's personalities. He tells me a lot about his childhood. And he always gives me a bath. And foot massages too. I could fall for him… if only he stayed this way forever. The next morning, Adrian walked in drunk. “What the fuck are those?” He asked, pointing towards the flowers. I stilled. “You got them last night.” “Bitch,” Adrian hissed. “You think I'm going to get you flowers? I will never, ever do that.”

the flower countered. "I told you, I am his friend, not a stranger!" "So you are his sweetheart?" "I am his friend!" "Ah, so you are Rucif’s lover! We knew it!" the magical flower cried out. "Rucif’s lover has arrived!" The flower began to blow its petals like a trumpet. Other blossoms joined in, unfurling their petals at the sight of her. "Rucif's girlfriend?" another plant whispered. "Yes, he said she is his heart's desire!"

I am overwhelmed by the depth of his love and the knowledge that he sees in Abigail the same qualities that have enamored me. Abigail's gloved hands hold a bouquet of Lily of the Valley, delicate blooms symbolizing purity and happiness. The fragrance of these exquisite flowers fills the air, mingling with the whispers of admiration and affection surrounding us. Each step she takes brings her closer to our union, closer to a future intertwined in love and devotion.

They looked so different from many others. “One, the Plumeria flower is a Sicilian flower; two, to have yellow flowers is seen as a way of wishing fertility blessings to the new couple.” He smiles at me. “No one told me that.” No one. “Felicity might not remember. She is very big on planning her wedding even though she isn’t engaged.” He chuckles slightly. I watch them walk in and down, Carlos holding my arm through his. Walking in, I look towards where Marco is. I don’t think I told him about the flowers I picked.

And in that moment, as the bathroom door clicked shut behind them, they surrendered to the unknown, ready to explore the depths of their connection and discover the truths that lay hidden within. Liam's heart raced with anticipation as he held the flower bouquet in his hands. The delicate petals of the roses intertwined with the vibrant colors of daisies and lilies, creating a captivating sight. He had carefully chosen each bloom, ensuring that they conveyed his feelings for her. With a deep breath, Liam approached her, who was standing near the dresser, gently toweling her damp hair.