Flower X Ruby Novels & Stories

“You’re vibrating.” Amelia rolled her eyes, even as her smile betrayed her. “It’s just… it’s been a while since something this good didn’t come with gunfire.” Ruby smirked. “Don’t jinx it.” Leona handed her the bouquet, white roses, baby’s breath, and one stubborn red tulip that Ruby had insisted on “for rebellion.” Amelia looked down at it, laughing softly. “Where’s Kelvin?” she asked. Ruby shrugged. “Pacing. Practicing his vows. Probably thinking about security drills.”

Ruby nodded shyly and tried to observe my body in secret. Smugness gripped me. But I felt sorry for Ruby. Felix had been paralyzed for three years. Presumably, it had been a long time since Ruby had been intimate with a man. No wonder she peeked at my lovemaking with Rose. She could not help it. Rose made a lot of friends and almost went out shopping every day. She would drag me along when I was free. That day was no exception. I ended up carrying her and Ruby’s shopping bags. They were enthusiastic and seemed unwilling to stop.

Their bodies collided, and Esteban lifted her effortlessly, backing her against the wall. Clothes burned away as quickly as the flames devouring the mansion. Her apron hit the floor. His shirt followed. Skin against skin, heat meeting heat. She arched into him, moaning his name, Esteban, like a sin. But sins had consequences. The folder. Her hand brushed against it on the floor, and the reality of what she was doing slammed into her. She pushed him away, chest heaving. "I can’t." He looked wrecked. Hair tousled, lips red, eyes stormy. "You already did."

By the time I kicked open the unlatched door to Ruby's luxury flat, it had began to rain. The scent of her vanilla perfume and expensive gin hit me the moment I crossed the threshold. Ruby was sprawled across the silk sheets of her bed, her long legs tangled in the duvet, her lips painted a deep red. She looked exactly like the compliant, easy playthings I usually kept in my rotation. "Vick, look at your face," she whispered, sitting up and reaching a manicured hand toward my split lip. "Those military brutes really did a number on—"

Five Hundred Years Ago “Ruby! Ruby!” Ruby turned her head at Maeve’s voice, wondering what the ruckus was about. It was a quiet, lazy afternoon. Ruby was sitting in her room by the window, painting a flower she had picked up earlier outside. She had no idea what it was called…she had never seen it before, and that’s why she had felt compelled to pluck one and preserve it on canvas. It had red blooms with black nectaries in the middle.

“Even if you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine. We can do something. Watch a movie? Or I’ll let you paint my nails. Riley has a nail art kit in her room somewhere.” Florence bit her lip, glancing around nervously as she tried to find the words. “I’ve never seen you like this,” Ruby commented, burying her hands in her hair. “Okay. Let me find that kit.” She got on her feet but was dragged back by Florence. “Ruby! Just stay…” Florence urged, her lips curling into a frown. “Don’t… don’t comment. Just listen to what I have to say. Only answer if I ask you a question.”

“What job am I going to do today?” “Hm,” he looked at the tablet he was holding, scrolling through a few pages before looking at her. “Your schedule is packed Ms. Calixto.” “Am I really starting now? I don’t even know what she does! Like… her mannerisms or something. Don’t people know that about her?” Rojean panicked, looking around the room if there was something she could base Gizelle off from. “Sei liked her black clothes. Do you fancy wearing black clothes? Are you okay wearing black clothes?” Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room.

I am overwhelmed by the depth of his love and the knowledge that he sees in Abigail the same qualities that have enamored me. Abigail's gloved hands hold a bouquet of Lily of the Valley, delicate blooms symbolizing purity and happiness. The fragrance of these exquisite flowers fills the air, mingling with the whispers of admiration and affection surrounding us. Each step she takes brings her closer to our union, closer to a future intertwined in love and devotion.

he complimented, his voice humbly sincere. Ruby's face had become flush red, and a smile of shyness played around her lips at his words. "Thank you, Stephan," she replied, her heart pounding with excitement. As they walked together, Ruby couldn’t help but enquire about their destination. “Stephan, where are we going to all dressed up?” “You will find out once we get there” Stephan replied. It took them a few minutes to get to a garden filled with colourful lights and the sweet smell of roses.

Isabel giggled excitedly. The entire living area was filled with carnations. I gasped when I laid eyes on some of the flowers spelling out my name just beside the banister. The front door opened and Charisma walked in with Ruby on her hip. Rose and Summer trailed in after them “We found them hiding in the green—” “Flowers!” the girls screamed. Ruby jumped down and Rose was already sniffing them. “I wonder who did all of this” Char said, giving me a look. “Oh please” I rolled my eyes.