Flower Husbands Novels & Stories

Each male chose the flower they would like their females to wear and mine chose freesias of course for it is my scent. Phobos runs his fingers through my hair untangling my braids setting my long locks free to slip down my shoulders. He is very withdrawn he usually isn't this silent and it enhances my nervousness. Dilated ocean blues commence their wicked path down my body examining my naked flesh for I have worn the attire of the females of this land.

Caesar casually asked, "You seem to like roses a lot?" Lola said, "They're delicious!" She put her hands on the cold stone railing, excitedly pointing to a red flower growing not far away, and told Caesar, "Ah! General, do you know that flower? Its scientific name is Pseudorchis albida. The stamens taste sweet. It's said that as long as an Alpha gives it to an Omega, the Omega will never be able to leave the Alpha. Many Alphas pick it by hand to express their love for their Omegas..."

"Husband. Oh! It feels so good." "Do you know, flower? I can make you feel even better all you have to do is open those legs and let me see that glistening core that belongs to me which you closed shut right now. Won't you do that much for me?" His words weren't an order, I could have refused. But, should I really refuse? "I..."

Luna Nesta smiled, “you are absolutely right, Diana. Maybe Zephyr is indeed normal because Arcanes are normal too. They are the invasive species of the Gloom forests.” Finally, the four of them reached us in the teahouse, and another session of burning flowers began. “This is for you,” Zephyr pulled out a red tulip from the bouquet he brought. “Red tulip,” luna Nesta smiled. “Quite a profound choice to gift to your wife.” I accepted the tulip from Zephyr. “Thanks… it’s beautiful.” Carol jumped across the table, passing through over fifty kinds of flowers, but it didn’t like any of them.

"Good morning, wife!" I jolted off from my reverie and turned my head towards the door. There I saw Sean, balancing a tray in one hand, and hugging a bouquet of Calla Lilies in his other hand. Of all the flowers in this beautiful country, why choose the one that reminds me of her? Not wanting to spoil the moment with my insecurities, I smiled back and replied. "Good morning, husband!" "I went out to get our breakfast," Sean explained when he caught me staring at him.

Enough to make men flinch in back alleys and moguls swallow their pride. A phantom In tailored suits. A shadow that crushed his rivals before they could breathe. Some called him a top mogul. Others, a mafia lord. But everyone agreed on one thing—he was untouchable. And now—that man was to be my husband. Except this wasn’t him. The man before me was only his assistant, a messenger of doom wearing an emotionless mask. The devil himself waited elsewhere. I turned desperately to my mother. My voice cracked, raw from the rising panic.

“Ms. Jensen, your partner and the kids are amazing. You’re really lucky. “Your arm would have been fine with just some ointment. But they insisted you stay in the hospital and took care of you the whole time.” Moon smiled. Pride shone in her eyes. Julian walked in with the two boys. He handed her the bouquet he was holding, and a warm smile spread across his face. “Your discharge papers are ready. The boys picked these flowers this morning. Congratulations on getting out of the hospital!” Zayden and Yannick leaned in on either side. “Ms. Jensen, look! There are still dewdrops on the flowers!” “Ms. Jensen, these flowers are as pretty as you!”

She kissed her once, deep and short, and let her go before it could turn into more. Lily-Rose’s mouth stayed open a second after. Jimmy saw it all. Something ugly moved through his face and then went still. “So that’s the open side,” he said. “You kiss her in front of me and call it her asking.” Lily-Rose wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “I did ask. You don’t get to name that too.” Mara tapped one finger on the table. “Good. The husband has seen. Now he can hear the next price.”

After all, he was helping me out here. "Hey, you're under the mistletoe!" Dad suddenly exclaimed, and as soon as I glanced up and discovered that my pretend husband and I were actually under a mistletoe, all the blood drained out of my face. I forced a laugh out, "Ha ha. Very cute. But Liam isn't a fan of PDA." "Nonsense!" Mum laughed, "It's just family. This is hardly the public." My stomach cramped painfully, and i began to sweat, "Mum, just_"

Just as I reached for my juice, one of Clyde’s men walked into the room carrying a large flower box. “Delivery for you, ma’am.” Sophia gasped dramatically. “Oh my God.” I laughed, the box was beautiful, when I opened it, my breath caught. Fresh roses, white lilies, and pink peonies. The arrangement was breathtaking. “Girl,” Sophia said. “Your man is obsessed.” I shook my head laughing. “That’s why I’m marrying him.” We both laughed. Then Sophia spotted something beneath the flowers. “Wait.”She lifted the arrangement. “Oh my God.”