Flower Husbands Novels & Stories

Prentice a Christmas card every year. “Can I help you?” the woman asked, and he turned around. “Sorry, I was in my own world.” “Sometimes the best place to be.” She smiled easily. “Looking for something specific?” “My girlfriend’s son gave me some flower names.” He pulled the paper out of his jacket pocket and handed it to her. “Do you have any of these?” She took the paper and looked at it. “Star something lily? That’s probably the star gazer. I have those but not the others. I can probably have the others in the next few days.”

At eight months pregnant, Esther Rivera went to the mall to buy a duffle bag and stock up on supplies she would need when she went into labor. She was once again mistaken for a mistress and was assaulted by Summer Moreno. To protect the baby in her belly, she could not fight back at all. Summer grabbed her hair and slapped her several times, even nearly tearing off her clothes. At her wit’s end, Esther called the police. Both of them were taken to the police station. Each of them claimed to be Jasper Clarke’s wife The police officer, John Hayward, called Jasper to verify the truth. When Jasper learned about this, he went to the police station. Summer swiftly took out a mirror to touc

Her eyes looked shifty and her lips quivered, yet she could not find a single word. Just at that moment, someone called her name. Relieved that rescue came just in time, she muttered a goodbye and quickly left. Seeing her fleeing the scene in a panic, I smirked. I distractedly dried my hands before I left the restroom. Then, I called my brother, Daniel Kidman. Daniel was the head of the Eternal Group, who was also an important business partner of Jason's. I calmly said, "Daniel, please call off your business with Jason. I'm about to get a divorce. Yes, that's right. He has a secret lover. A college student."

"The treaty. They'll have our heads if we touch one." The accents were wrong. Not from around here. Not from anywhere I recognized, the vowels shaped differently, the rhythm of the words carrying geography I couldn't place. "Who's going to know?" "I'm not telling anyone, but if they find us here with a pup in our hands, every alpha in the region comes down on our necks." "I just want a taste. It's been a while since I had good hot-blooded children." My heart stopped pretending to be calm. Hot-blooded. Cold-blooded. Children.

After a brief silence, detective Jones broke the silence and asked "what do you think maria?“ “About what?” “This, of course!” detective Jones said increasing his tone. “Calm down partner. Anyways, I think we're dealing with a nasty serial killer that has an obsession with flowers” Maria joked. “It's not just that. But wait, I think am beginning to get the pieces, according to the woman, a white rose represents chastity and purity,now a blood stain on it would mean what? The chastity or purity have been stained and how is that possible?”

Miren's piercing gaze was a warning to him that he shouldn't be overreacting to her, so he refrained from touching Miren's cheek as he had planned to do at first. Marik put on an act of pity by crouching down and purposefully bringing his handsome face close to that of Miren. He pretended to feel sorry for her. Suddenly, in Marik's hand appeared a very stunning rose. The petals of each flower had a bit of gold burned into them, giving them a glittery appearance while still maintaining the rose's natural beauty.

“For you, my lady. My apologies for my rude behavior towards you.” Atticus laughed, but before she could take the bouquet, Phoenix grabbed it and tossed it onto a single-seater sofa. “No flowers.” He glared at Tom. “She’s my wife. I’m the only one allowed to give her flowers.” At that, all the men in the room simultaneously pulled out single tulips and handed them to her. “Welcome back to the Bachelor Men’s Club, my man,” Ron said, handing her the first flower. Lee, on the other hand, offered Phoenix a cupcake. “Welcome back to the Lunatic’s Club, my man.”

He turned his gaze to the side, frowning that the flowers were being crushed under the large tom’s foot. "I don't know anything." He said weakly. The flowers around him begin to whisper, to remind him of things he'd forgotten. Things he was starting to think about before Gran invaded his space. Gran couldn't connect with the pansies so he didn't know they were telling the no-fur the story of how Terras got murdered. But he did know the no-fur had some bizarre flower fetish. He crouched down and tore several blooms from the ground and crushed them in his hands.

He had really hurt her yesterday. Ferris took the roses from the guard and headed to the kitchen where Hazel was stirring the pasta sause. " Just five minute-- woah are those for me?" Hazel asked startled and amazed as she saw Ferris entering with a large bouquet in his hand. " Yes, for you.... my beautiful wife...." Ferris said with a charming smile on his face. Hazel looked at the flowers and then at her husband. As sentimental as it could get tears rolled down her eyes and she quickly hugged her husband tightly, who smiled broadly and then hugged her back startled but then tightly enjoying the feeling of her warm body against his.....

A soft, familiar voice broke the silence behind me. “Little moon…” I turned. Vuk stood there, tall and steady, a single white flower twirling gently between his fingers. His eyes softened the moment they met mine — that look he always gave me, like I was the only light in his entire world. He stepped closer and carefully tucked the flower behind my ear, his fingertips lingering against my skin, warm and reverent. “My husband…” I whispered, my voice catching. “My wife,” he murmured, voice low and full of quiet devotion.