Flower Husbands Novels & Stories

He caught it with one hand without even thinking. "You'll be a good husband," she said. Her voice was no longer serious. It was teasing now. Light and playful. "I'll be the best husband," he replied. He opened the catalog she had thrown at him and started flipping through the pages. Page after page of flowers. Roses, lilies, peonies. White ones, pink ones, cream ones. He frowned a little. "These flowers all look the same to me. I swear they do. What is the difference between this one and this one?"

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

A knife was buried straight through her mouth. The men next to her weren't much better off. Mickey returned home, calmly changed out of his dirty clothes, and methodically cleaned himself up. He almost looked like his old self again. Except now, the black suit hung loose on his gaunt frame, ill-fitting and eerie. He went to buy a bouquet of red roses, then drove to my grave. I didn't know what he was planning. Maybe just more empty theatrics. The night breeze lifted his hair, softening his sharp features.

I knew my mom would be pissed that I was even considering marrying this man, but the thought of him with someone else made a ball of furious rage form in my chest. I swallow as we stop in front of a high entry way covered by hanging flowers. "Have fun, Lady Delilah." I smile at Chepi and walk through the flowers. Here we go. The greenhouse was probably twenty feet by twenty feet, with rounded edges rather than squared like the rest of the rooms. The ceiling was replaced with a crisscrossing wood pattern, no glass though, just vines and flowers and moss climbing over the wood. I wondered if it'd form a natural roof one day. The sides of the room have rows of seedlings just barely sprouting, f

Most of the time, he just clutched the wedding ring in his hand, murmuring one name over and over— "Rena." The only time his dull, vacant eyes showed a flicker of life was when young wolf pups came to the lake to play. Then, he would lift his head and stare at them in a daze as he whispered, "Our children… Rena, look… it's our children!" The wolves of the Blood Moon Pack all said the same thing. "He's lost his mind." Most of them would curse and spat behind him. "Serves him right." The one who cursed him the most was Carissa.

Then , lady June smiled and welcomed me to their garden. Their garden was full of sunflowers , it's like a field in the villages with dragonflies surrounding it . Their mansion was surrounded by Boston ivy ( a shrub plant) . It's marvelous . I love this cool atmosphere. Then , I saw a angel , that's ORKHIS ANEMONE , the villainess, she has a long , shiny , silky Black hair with her purple eyes sparkles whenever She's excited . her pink lips are fluffy , if I were a male lead , I'll be her slave .

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

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.

Just his eyes burning into mine. He was for a fourteen year old. I let him into my life, he held on the bumpy ride. I put up my first flower on the wall that day, next to a butterfly. It was a rose.

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?’