Flower Husbands Novels & Stories

"Flora, he called.he couldn't get the words out his mouth , God Knows if a cat chopped his tongue. He looked up at my body, checking me out,his gaze falls on my exposed breast.i used my hands to cover them and walked to my wardrobe.

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.

"Whoever brought him onto this, find out who authorized it and cancel it." "He wasn't authorized. That's the thing." Petra kept her voice level, the way she always did when she was about to say something I wouldn't like. "He reached out to the florist directly, said he'd heard about the wedding through mutual contacts and wanted to offer his services pro bono. Given the reduced timeline, given how good his portfolio is, she said yes before checking with anyone above her." "I don't care how good his portfolio is." I closed the folder. "He collided with a woman outside my gala five months ago and I want to know why he's suddenly volunteering flower arrangements for my wedding on a three-week t

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."

"Will he like these?" The woman reached for the champagne roses, brushing the ribbon I'd just tied. "He will." She smiled and lifted her phone. "Michael, I was so busy helping you lock down that project today, I forgot to order your custom flower box. So I grabbed this bouquet instead. Is the contract ready?" His soft voice came through the screen. "It's ready. The flowers don't matter. If they're from you, I'd love a blade of grass."

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.”

Perhaps he had not loved me for a long time now. It was my fault for never noticing—for stupidly believing that true love would never die. Now, Lara smiled as she leaned against the doorway, purring so softly her voice could melt anything, "I heard you made pasta. Can I have a bowl? With minced ginger, please. My cravings are really terrible these days." "You've got it," John grinned lovingly. "Who would spoil my baby if not me?" Still, he soon paused when he inadvertently noticed the black roses outside. "I'll tell the gardener to uproot those flowers. They remind me of Claire's disgusting face—I don't want them to hurt our eyes!"

Something far more easy than searching for a mate he didn't even want. "Right this way, my King" His Gamma distracted him from his thoughts. The man started unlocking the wooden door in front of them. The only thing separating him from a possible partner. A frown came upon his face as his nose picked up a sudden sweet, intoxicating scent. He couldn't quite place what it was, but he soon came to realize that it was his favorite scent. Oddly enough, his wolf calmed down at the sudden fragrance. When the door was finally open, both men were met with pairs of different colored eyes staring at them with fear.