Flower X Ruby Novels & Stories

I shouldn’t trust someone who just appeared in the forest, which was my turf. “How about I give you something to remind you that you indeed met me tonight?” And from his pants’ front pocket, he pulled out something. It was a very rare kind of flower called guabula. One that could only be found in the north of Aryan. It had small three petals and a tube-like star in the middle of it, and it smelled so sweet. Addictive. The flower itself would turn into different colors by each passing day. Tonight, it was violet, and it just matched my lavender gown. I knew that it would take two months before it would dry up and die.

Noah always called her Jane instead of Ruby because Noah-Ruby's nickname was common, but Jane was the only one Noah called Ruby like that. **** Ruby got out of the taxi and paid a few bills to the driver. She smiled a little when she saw Noah waving a small hand at her across the street. Ruby glanced left and right before she crossed the street with small running steps. Her body stopped in front of Noah, who looked so handsome wearing a light blue sweater. Without speaking, Noah took out a beautifully arranged bouquet of white roses. Ruby greeted him with a smile, slowly inhaling the fragrance of her favorite flowers. "Thank you. Have you been waiting long?" Ruby asked, looking up slightly i

"Ruby, there's something else I need to ask you. About the Moon Rose." Ruby's ears perked up, her posture becoming more alert. "The Moon Rose? What about it?" Luka hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "There are... rumors. Whispers among the elders about the Moon Rose's power. They say it has the ability to strengthen or even alter mate bonds. Is there any truth to that?" Ruby's amber eyes widened slightly, a mix of surprise and caution flashing across her features. She was silent for a moment, as if weighing her words carefully. When she spoke, her voice was low and tinged with reverence.

she murmured, fixating on the sky and the vibrant flowers in the pots. Wyatt cautioned, "Don't touch it. It's wolfbane. And for..." his voice trailed off, sensing her curiosity. Plucking a flower and approaching him, she remarked, "Dangerous for a big bad wolf, isn't it?" Closing the distance, he observed her movements. Rolling the flower's stem between her fingers, she trailed her nails on his chest. "You know, Mr. Romano, this is my favorite color," she whispered, her breath gentle.

Along with the seeds, she couldn't help but also buy a bouquet with the flowers which were carried all the way home as if they were made of glass. Jasmine just couldn't understand why Ryder had gotten such an interest in this flower in particular. The way Ryder looked at the flowers was too weird. Her eyes were soft and gentle, but they would flash with sadness every few minutes. Just what the fuck was this girl into? That night, when Midnight came to visit her again, after jumping over the fence and sitting by her side on the blanket just like last night, Ryder handed him a small cube. The cube was made of resin, clearer than water and it wasn't bigger than a ring box. Right in the middle o

The petals drifted around them like delicate pink snow. Hector turned toward her, ready to speak, but Ruby reached into her bag first. “I have something for you,” she said, pulling out two bottles. One had a red lid. The other, blue. She placed the red-lidded bottle in front of him. “This one’s for you,” she said softly. “I made it myself.” She unscrewed the cap of the bottle with the blue lid and brought it to her lips, taking a long sip. Then she set it down, smiling. “It’s the surprise I promised you.”

replied Ruby. As Ruby walked away from the pool, a flower blazed beautifully in front of her. “The mystical flower,” said Eric. He ran to it. “Don’t touch it,” said Ruby. Eric flinched. “Why?” “Because only female can pluck the mystical flower.” "What?" asked Eric with his eyebrow raised at her. "You don't believe me?" “Why is that?” “Because the mystical flower is meant only for a woman’s body, not men. So, only woman can pluck it."

He pulled his mind back to his current situation. "Five more minutes, honey. Just hang on. I'm going to wait on the porch. Just yell for me, okay?" "Okay." Jack commanded the front door to stay open so he could hear Lexi if she yelled. He paced back and forth on the front porch. Little pots of Gurbera daisies littered the porch. It had been one of their weekend outings and she had gotten a little crazy with them. She liked to hand make the pots and then fill them with seeds. There were several different colors of daisies crammed into each pot and the leaves overflowed.

he walks off and kneels next to a small patch of Crimson Beebalm. Crimson Beebalm is a stunning flower. The petals are long and slender and they come out of a hairy looking center that is connected green leaves that look like they support the bud and a long smooth green stem. Best of all, it’s edible so I’ll be collecting some of it for the camp. Wait, what did he say? “It’s obviously either red or yellow, I don’t know of any grey muted colored flowers, the center even looks black.”