Flower X Ruby Novels & Stories

‘There are such places’ ivory wondered, she looked at the second mission and had the urge to laugh now she knew why literarily no one picked the two mission. The second mission was about bringing a rare running plant named blohy, it was a weird name, catching blohy was next to impossible for phase one-three to catch them. A phase four could but it would expend his energy and they were basically no use to them so phase four and above never caught them. ‘What if I fail the mission or if I bring herbs from there’ ivory asked. ‘No problem then, it’s just that you’ll be charged for using the portal’ the guy answered.

'' She replies, lightly running her hand at Elis's back. A couple of hours later, I am left staring at the glass window near the back—only watching flowers blossoming beautifully. My lips curve up into a small smile, realising that there's a lot of roses here other than different flowers. To my surprise, I find Fiore standing a few feet from me as she watches the roses, ''They are Elia's favourite.'' She says, breaking the silence. ''Especially orange coloured roses,'' She adds. Roses. Is it a coincident?

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.

Smith's accounts, there haven't been any transactions at all…" John tapped his fingers on the desk, irritable and growled coldly, "She's the one who planted the black roses, didn't she? Always playing such nonsensical tricks just to get me to go looking for her… Just to make me cave to her whims! "Go! Bring some men with you and search every inch of this villa. If she's really in this villa, make her kneel before Lara and apologize! "Also, dig those black roses out, root and all. The very sight of them irritates 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.

She asked. "Someone will fall into my cage soon." He said. "I'll get your certificate. What other thing does you want?" "A flower." she requested. He stared at her disdainfully. He didn't know what he means by that, that wasn't what he want to hear from her. "A flower? For what? Do you have somewhat flower in your pack?" He asked. "No." Ruby replied. "I want you to get a new one, want it on my father's graveyard. A lot, I want it to surrender it."

The Sunflower, with its vitality, was given by Jeffrey when he went to the amusement park. All the flowers were Jeffrey's favorites. Of all the flowers, there were no roses, which he chanted about as his favorite day and night. It was only at that moment that I realized that he loved roses but was unwilling to give them a place in his home. Jeffrey's exclusive ringing sounded, and the phone screen lit up. "I just got out of the hospital. Now I'm going to pick you up at the manor. "The rose bracelet is ready. You can bring it on later.

“No… she prefers gardenia. That one there is better.” Of course. I didn’t even bother responding. I just nodded, letting him carry on like I hadn’t said anything at all. I said it. I knew he wouldn’t listen. He never did. Not really. He did just the things he wanted, he didn’t care about my opinions. We paid for the things—his choice of candles, his idea of what Ruby would like—and made our way to the flower section. The strong scent hit me as soon as we stepped in, a mixture of roses, lilies, tulips—like too many voices trying to speak at once.

I told myself this was tactically interesting and nothing else. By day seven I had stopped telling myself that. On day eight Ruby brought oats with strawberries arranged on top with a care that was its own form of hostility, and stood watching me from the doorway while I considered the tray with the expression of someone who was genuinely sorry to cause inconvenience. "I'm so sorry," I said warmly. "Strawberries give me hives. And the oats look like they've been waiting a while. I don't want to trouble you with something I won't be able to eat."

A single bouquet meant nothing to me, and I had no interest in taking anyone's leftovers, be it people or possessions. When Holden noticed the way I shunned the flowers, he sneered, "You see? You're always so kind, Eve, but some people will never learn to appreciate it." With that, he dragged her away in the direction of a restaurant. Moments after they left, Ryland's assistant, Philip, appeared by my side. "Ms. Barrett, Mr. Croft sent me to deliver this to you." Looking at the rose crafted entirely of rubies in the velvet box, I drew in a sharp, surprised breath. That extravagance was staggering and honestly nothing like I'd ever seen.