Flower Husbands Novels & Stories

I opened my front door to an Omega telling me that someone begged to give this bouquet of roses for me secretly and without Alpha Azriel’s peering eyes. My husband is currently on the training grounds, doing his morning exercises. I couldn’t swallow the fact that some other males have been giving me flowers aside from him. “Thank you,” I dismissed the Omega. “Next time if someone insists for you to do this, just refuse and tell me who it is right away.” The Omega looked down and hesitated, but she eventually nodded when I repeated it for the second time. The next day, I had been walking through the pack’s gardens when I saw them—a bouquet of deep crimson roses waiting on the stone bench wher

’ “Ma'am this has to be the biggest order all year. 999 flowers signify forever love. Red roses signify Everlasting love. We hope you and your man have a wonderful love life ahead.” “Thank you so much.” Me: You got me 999 flowers? My Sweet Munchkin: Yes. You deserve that and more. They would have gotten a lot more, but that was the most they had. Me: They're so beautiful. My Sweet Munchkin: Not as beautiful as you. Me: Thank you. I'll talk to you later. Nora met her outside, her eyes nearly popping out of her eye sockets as she saw the flowers. “Are these from your husband?”

"You're my husband. Of course, I care about if you have had dinner or not!" He suddenly raised his head and glared at her. It seemed that he was a little angry. What was worse, he became angrier when he saw the flowers in her hands. 'So what? Does she want to show off in front of me with these annoying flowers?' He stared at her delicate and small face. "Now that you know that I'm your husband, why do you disgust me with these flowers?" She didn't understand his meaning and felt confused. "What?" He sneered, "Why haven't I noticed that you are so good at pretending to be innocent? Don't you understand my meaning? You take the flowers that another man gave to you. Don't you want to disgust me

She is standing next to the door, a little hidden behind it. He saw a tall figure went straight to the fridge, he had his back on her. He took a bottle of milk and drink. He has a messy black hair, length is almost reaching his neck. When he turned facing her, she can’t help her gaze to his well sculptured body. She can’t be sure how long had she been staring at those abs. It is like looking at Greek god sculptures came to life! She could feel her jaw dropped . Slowly she looked up, trying to suppress her obvious admiration. There as she looked up was looking his handsome face. But the admiration went away as quickly as a thunderbolt. Unfortunately the owner of this unbelievably good-l

She warmed up to the idea eventually which explains why I am outside her door at seven. She opens the door after my knock. I smile when I realise how incredibly beautiful she looks tonight. Purple dress that accentuates her figure. She has me staring for a minute before I embrace her. I haven't seen her in two days but it feels like so many days. Her hair is curled for tonight making her look more flawless. "Are those mine?" she asks looking at the flowers in my hand. I had forgotten for a second I had them. "Yep. Do you like them?" I give them to her.

There were too many feelings clumping in his chest: restlessness, worry, fear, anxiety, hope, love for Marvin, and disgust at the sight of Raymond. Her lips twitched in annoyance when he received such treatment from Raymond. Any woman likes roses, but at a time like this, Gennifer felt like throwing up even though the man who gave her was the son of the richest man in a country. Marvin snorted angrily. “Don't accept those cheap hundred dollar flowers, my wife! Tomorrow I will give you the Gloriest Flower!” What? Gloriest Flower? The Gloriest Flower exists only in the city of Gloriston and grows every autumn. When all the flowers fall, only the Gloriest Flower will live and grow. This v

He had never lost his appetite before at all. “If you say so,” Henry said doubtfully and picked up a box off the table in the hallway. “I got a lovely bouquet to take with us.” Flynn opened the box and picked out the bouquet of flowers. It was a beautiful arrangement of lilies and white roses. His mother had loved the rose bushes in the garden and had told him all about white roses. Interlaced with the lilies and roses were freesias which had been his father’s favourite flower. It was a fitting arrangement to take with them.

Ahankara was made to sit down beside him, and Yashvir openly stared at her, literally turning his head towards her. "You look beautiful," he said softly, and noticed how Ahankara began to fidget with her hands. He smiled at her reaction, but he was disappointed when he did not even offer him a smile. "Take these flowers into your hands, and then join your hands," the pandit instructed, handing each of them a bright orange colored flower. They did as they were told, and the pandit began with the recitations again. Yashvir wanted to say something to her, but he decided against it. However his gaze was constantly stuck on her, not moving away for even a second. He tuned the pandit out, too busy

I just looked at him as I focused in listening to everything his mouth says. "When we were in our senior high school years, the four of us were always close. Close like those four guys we see in the anime Boys Over Flowers." "Boys Over Flowers? You mean the F4?" My forehead knotted as I asked that. Is it just me or there are four guys in their circle of friends? But why did I only met three, Kenneth, Kit and Neil? Who's the fourth one? "Gerard was the fourth one, if you're gonna ask." He chuckled.

I blush, taking the violin from him, he also brought flowers. White lilies. “It ended up this way for some reason.” “This is a fake marriage, right?” Lamb asks, looking from me to Ivan. “What do you think?” Ivan says with a heavy sigh, Lamb narrows his eyes at him. “Ivan is straight.” I remind, my eyes going to the flowers, they are beautiful. “Right? To think I almost forgot.” he laughs, finally stepping into the house, taking off his shoes. “Are these for me?” I can’t seem to look away from them, they are beautiful.