Flowerboy Bee Novels & Stories

I wasn't about to wreck a home. "So dumb." I wipe my eyes on my knees, but the tears don't stop. I look up and can see people making their way through the trees towards me. I sniff and rest my chin on my hands. My eyes trail down, and through my blurry vision, I can see dozens and dozens of flowers blooming around me. I furrow my brow, wiping at my eyes again and moving to sit on my knees and crouch over the flowers. I hadn't wiped my hands on the ground, but they were still blooming. Pink ones, purple, white. Still smaller than a quarter, but slightly bigger than the last ones I made bloom. And there were a lot more of these too. They continued to appear around where I sat as I watched.

"You're pathetic. You can't even keep a woman in line! Do you realize the kind of heavyweight we lost today? We can't even get into the wedding! "Listen up, you're going to apologize to Ms. Lawrence the minute this wedding's over! We can't afford to cross the Lawrences, they're our ace in the hole!" Becky went straight for Trevin's arm, squeezing it hard. Her words drained the color from his face, but he managed to spit out a defiant response. "I'm not doing it! Why should I grovel to Yara? She's the one who should be apologizing to me! Mom, Dad, get me in there! I won't let you down!"

She selected one, her fingers tracing the intricate pattern of a coiled serpent. "I have a new task for you, Anya," she said, her voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial tone. "A task that requires a certain… delicacy." She opened the box. Inside, nestled on a bed of black velvet, was a single, dried flower. It was a small, unassuming thing, a pale blue blossom with delicate, star-shaped petals. But its scent was faintly sweet, with a subtle, cloying undertone that spoke of something unnatural.

When I open my mouth, I am even shocked at the immense calm that accompanies my words. “How did you manage for her to slip away from your fingers? In a place where you’ve had her surrounded?” He splays his fingers to gesture. “Like a poof of air…she vanished. I can’t believe you, Je…Jay. They have been messing with that flower for years, you know what it can do.” My hands curl into a tight fist, my fingernails digging crescent ridges into my palm to hold back the scalding heat roaring through my veins.

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.

She was also decided not to give the man the satisfaction of seeing her in a confused condition. “You looked amused?” she said to him with a disagreeable tone. “ I never said I was the gardener, you assumed” “ah! Whatever. Hmmmp.” With the toddler with her , they went to the nursery. ♧ ~~~~ After taking the girl for her afternoon nap, Harebell went downstairs. She was descending the stairs when she saw Matthew also is going up. There is no way she can avoid him now. She continued to walk as if she saw no one.

He held the power to bring a smile to my face when I was going through unbearable pain. It glowed lighter. revealing a pair of eyes, it was also a part of a burning fire. My lower lip trembles from all the emotions consuming me, he was here he was holding me. I couldn't speak and just stared at him. A black wing sparking with an amber glow rested on my forehead and a bright red flower landed on my chest, cracking sparkles around it. I had read about it in the Herbology book. FlammaFlos! It's a powerful plant and the Queen of Faerie guards them. I saw Cassandra but her sight wasn't clear. It's given for a new life.

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."

"Yea? It's a lily? What about it?" My answer made him snicker as he turned his head in my direction. "It's not a lily. It's called Elnea. It's a flower tended to by the flora fairies that used to follow Eleanor's orders. The sword was what Eleanor knew how to use the best. Eleanor smells like Elnea." So, the flowery scent I smell on Eleanor is Elnea? "So, it has nothing to do with your glory?"

Wrapping his arms around his torso, she started wailing like a child. "He hurts me so much, Noah. Why don't you help me? He is bullying your Pumpkin. How can you keep quiet after seeing it? I need you. I need my Noah. Where is he? Where have you hidden him? Why did you snatch him away from me, Noah? I can't fight with Adrian anymore, Noah. Please be my saviour. Help me."