Flower X Ruby Novels & Stories

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.

“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."

“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.

She was wearing a flat shoe like Ruby, but it looked so classier on her than it ever will on Ruby. Ruby offered the woman a small smile to reward her kindness to her. “Well, my name is Flora, and you don't have to worry about anything. I can call you Ruby, right?” she asked, genuinely interested in being nice to her, and not just because her husband was present. Flora loved her husband a lot, and he does love her too, but she wouldn't just do everything he says without thinking about it, but for some reason, she liked Ruby the moment she spared her a glance.

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.

“I want toast. Then I want you to ruin me.” A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Little queen,” he said, sliding down the bed. “You’ll get both.” By midday, Ruby found herself in the garden of his estate, if you could call a blood-lit courtyard surrounded by enchanted trees a garden. The flowers weren’t normal; they moved subtly, tilting their buds to follow her. Somewhere deep in the woods, wolves howled. She felt eyes on her before she saw him. Rudolph stood leaning against the stone archway, arms crossed, eyes molten. “You wore white.”