Flower Husbands Novels & Stories

She braced herself for the impending confrontation, knowing it would not end well. Cathleen opened the door and was greeted by old Mr. Knight and his grandson, Finn. “I have your favorite.” Finn's voice was filled with a mixture of nervousness and excitement as he held out a carefully arranged bouquet of vibrant tulips to Cathleen. The soft petals glowed in the sunlight that streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on their faces. Each flower carried its own meaning, a silent declaration of Finn's feelings for her. As she reached out to take the bouquet, Cathleen couldn't help but feel her heart flutter at the gesture. With each tender stem, Finn was saying everything he couldn't put

Soft music played from hidden speakers, and the air was perfumed with the scent of my favorite flowers. Liam stood beside the table, dressed in a suit that I had never seen before, his usually casual demeanor replaced by something more formal yet equally nervous. He held a single white lily—the same flower he had given me when I woke from a long sleep after he found me, before the memory poison, before the Institute, before everything that had complicated and enriched our lives. "What's all this?" I asked, unable to keep the wonder from her voice. "This," Liam said, crossing to me and offering the lily, "is what happens when your mate realizes he hasn't properly dated his wife in nearly two

Her voice was a blank slate, unable to keep pace with his boldness. He only laughed and pressed a kiss against her ear as though such intimacy were as ordinary as breathing. For Flora Amor, that simple touch sent a jolt through her veins, fire crackling under her skin. She flinched, and Dixal, sensing it, kissed her again — this time at her neck, teasing. “Don’t you trust your future husband to save ten million in five years?” he teased. “Sure?” she managed. “Yup.” “When’s the wedding then?” she asked with forced playfulness.

I want to feel the warmth of his skin. "My wife is getting touchy huh" he hoarsely whisper while giving me a light kisses on my shoulder. I let a single laugh because of that while trying to rest my chin on his shoulder. He's too tall even he's just sitting in front of me. I felt his right arm wrap around my back and his hand landed on my right waist squeezing it gently. "What's with those flowers?" I query. "They are not real flowers, wife" he chuckle "I just want to give you flowers. After everything that happen, it makes me realize that I am not spoiling you that much. I need to be a good husband so that your father will stop insisting that fucking divorce"

Rashmi said with a wink and that made her more angry " yeah what to do MY HUSBAND is so much handsome that he attracts attention more than he should. He is like the rose in the garden. Everyone can admire him but only one can have him and that is me. So you see I have to stick around with my husband to save him from hungry bitches like you." She wanted to say this on her face but did not as she Is Shayari's best friend she does not want to insult Rashmi and hurt Shayari indirectly.

I ended up eating so many of them that I no longer needed to buy a meal. ‘A beautiful flower, for a beautiful lady,’ a florist, holding a woven basket full of flowers, handed me a small flower with white petals on the inside and fuchsia on the outside and the stem. ‘Oh, thank you,’ I smelt it and felt instantly relaxed from the soft and aroma, ‘how much do you want for it?’ The florist shook his head, ‘It’s already been covered by your male friend,’ he smiled and continued walking through the crowd. I frowned, ‘Male friend?’

She looked at him puzzled, her husband never liked to use those things, but lately, when she washed clothes, there was always this scent, maybe the smell of washing powder. But their clothes were washed together; why didn't her clothes smell like that? "Am I a puppy? Such a good nose?" The man pinched her nose a little with his hand, his eyes became a little deeper, then like a magic trick, he took out a rose from behind: "Is it this scent, here a gift to you, lately I've been too busy, after work, I will spend more time with you: "I put the flower in her hand, then pat her head a little, like coaxing a child.

He even has a rose. He said it was his favorite flower, and that each flower in his garden represents a woman in his life. So I asked, how many flowers do you have? He said 36. But my favorite is my first flower- Jasmin. I asked him why. He laughed a bit. My being inquisitive reminded him of a woman he calls his rose, his 36th. He offered me coffee and hot pandesal or salt bread which at first I declined. Due to

“She's the one dressed like a hooker.” I roll my eyes, the joke never gets old. The man proceeds inside and I watch him and the bouquet, it looks like he's holding two dozen, all red roses with a little note encompassed. “I'm the hooker,” I smile, my arms stretched open when he appears confused. I notice a few men behind the one who gives me the flowers, but my focus is on the roses in my lap. I take a whiff of them, they smell fantastic and they're fresh like extra fresh.

"Metasequoia and orchid are suitable for putting on the lady's dresser. Dwarf champagne and Scindapsus are ideal for putting in this gentleman's study. I also want to introduce this flower to you, which we have newly developed. It is called romance blue. This flower is spectacular, and it blooms into the shape of a heart. We sell them in a set of two. One is red and another in blue. It symbolizes the love between two people. It is most suitable for newly-married couples like you." That was a huge misunderstanding, and she had to explain. "You've mistaken us; we're not a newly-married couple..." "Yes, we're not, we've been married for a long time." Almost a month, pretty long for him. She did