Flower Husbands の小説・ストーリー

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.”

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

“So, in essence, I went shopping all in vain, very beautiful,“ I said , sighing as I stretched out my hand to grab a flower. “Don't touch…” Roman said and immediately grabbed my hand stopping me from touching the flower. I was confused and shocked at what just happened and it was evident on my face as I turned to him for an answer. For a moment there was fear and panic in his eyes. “Wolfsbane” he said. “Wolf what?” I asked him.

After having been married for five years, Benjamin Lane had always maintained the image of a devoted husband. Nicknamed the "Prince of the Lanes", he followed a strict curfew and always returned home on time. Every day, he personally drove me to work, and on numerous festive holidays, he went to great lengths to prepare gifts for me. All his social media accounts were also filled with his daily acts of spoiling me—his wife. The netizens jokingly called him a hopeless romantic, and the fans who shipped us were utterly obsessed.

He explained to me that he left before I had woken up, he never really told him where he was heading to. “I brought you flowers Nat, the situation yesterday must have made me forgot about the flowers" I grabbed the bouquet of flowers away from his hands. “It is pretty, pretty flowers" I said with a smile, going on to inhale the scent of the bouquet of roses I held. “Ofcourse it is, pretty, just the way you are" He stretched forth his hands to touch my cheek. It felt very tender. “You are like a rose, far more prettier than a rose" He continued, ruffling my hair in affection and playing with my nose.

he said. Then he opened the box, and inside was a beautiful plant with a large flower bud. “That is gorgeous, I have never seen a plant like it before,” I said as I looked closer in the box at it. “It is as rare as you, my queen. The flower bud only opens once every seven years,” Adam said. Just as I was going to thank him again and offer him in for tea, the flower slowly opened, and sprayed a dusting of pollen at my face, causing me to cough.

she replied, sipping her drink. “Then you should go for a masculine arrangement with a strong, solid structure like the anthurium, tulips or even a bouquet of big, bold, cherry sunflowers. No one might be crazy about a sweet scented flower but don't you think a flower with a spicy scent might just be the ticket?” “Like a purple or dark red carnations with a clove-like aroma? Or perhaps, some frilly flowers like stephanotis could fix the problem?” “Great, don't forget to add a beautiful note and maybe a canape box, those go well for men.”

Blue roses were one of the rarest species of flowers, its rarity only beneath flowers containing magic, this was due to the fact that not just anyone could grow them, as even his mum who was a true elf couldn’t but only special people could, basically the flower was very picky. Feral plucked out a cucumber which he sank his teeth into, eating as he observed his plants to figure out which routine to start with for the day. “Alright, time to get to watering!” Feral exclaimed to himself before turning towards the storage facilities to get his tools when he bumped right into a wall, which turned out to be a man. Feral looked up only for his eyes to meet with homely brown eyes looking down at him

“You look terrible. A few weeks on the streets and you're already like this? I mean, if you want to stay hidden, you're going to have to get adaptive fast.” “You think you've won, don't you?” I saw his grip tighten around the flowers. “You’re rumpling my flowers, I don't like that.” He grabbed the flowers and scattered them around like a mad man. “These flowers? Who are they for? That whore you call a wife or the other woman you've kept in your house? Or maybe it's for her best friend who you're now fucking.” I was trying my best not to draw attention to us because I didn't want to draw a scene. But it seemed like he wanted one.

He had bought roses for first time in life for someone. Nathan took the roses from the guard and headed to the kitchen where Sophia was stirring the pasta sause. " Just five minute-- woah are those for me?" Sophia asked startled and amazed as she saw Nathan entering with a large bouquet in hus hand. " Yes, for you.... my beautiful wife...." Nathan said with a charming smile on his face. Sophia 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 tightly..