Flowerboy Bee Novels & Stories

Little Bee giggled before pointing out, "Prince Charming even gets scared when I am missing from my room, let alone leaving me all by myself in some forest." "You trust me?" The man asked seriously but Little Bee hardly cared about it. She ran around this time keeping in mind not to stray off on her own. Her attention was grabbed by a white wild flower which was hidden among the shrubs; she playfully ran upto it and squanted on her knees, carefully plucking it. She replied out of the blue, "Of course I trust you!" Saying this she walked up to the man and showed him the little flower, "This is for you... For being so good to me." The man looked down at the flower and then at the girl's face;

Violet shifts, not sure what I plan on doing. “I'm sorry, Vee. Can we just stay like this for a moment?” my sleepy voice inquires next to her ear. My eyes are closed, but I can feel her head tilt up to look at me. “Alright, but just for a few minutes,” she shyly replies, adjusting so we both don't fall off. I chuckle as the quiet of the room lulls me into a deep slumber. “By the way,” I start, almost fully asleep. “Even the loneliest flower has the ground for company.”

The flower person jumped in excitement, watching the man in pain. “Happy, happy, happy!” The flower person sang in the video. “You see how happy the man is.” Barbrooke has a dreamy look on. “Aren't you happy?” “I am.” I hurriedly nodded, forcing a smile. “What are you called? Since you make people happy.” I managed to ask. “We are the floweries!” One of the women yelled excitedly. “Floweries.” I repeated, my voice barely a whisper.

“What are you doing, Magnus? Let go of me!” Freya tried to shrug him off. She sensed that there was something off about the way he acted. However, Magnus was far stronger than she was. All she managed to do was slow him down, but ultimately could not stop him from dragging her away. At one point, she lost her balance and fell to the ground. Magnus continued dragging her toward his car as if nothing had happened. Then, he opened the trunk and grabbed a bouquet of flowers along with a box of jewelry, which he stuffed into her hands.

The day she left Riverbourne, her plane soared over a sprawling field of white roses. Her old favorite. But not anymore. Now, she loved sunflowers. Some people think there's always another chance. They don't realize they already had their last.

He was so close I could smell expensive tobacco, rain, and a raw, heavy musk that made my pulse hammer in my throat. "I'm Franco," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my mouth. "And I think Lyle just made the biggest mistake of his pathetic life. He thinks he broke you. I think he just let you off the leash." The heat radiating off his body was a physical weight. I had just lost my husband, but standing this close to Franco, the only thing I felt was a sudden, violent ache between my thighs. He held out a heavy, matte black invitation. "The Apex Bloom. It's a survival game for the elite. The prize is a billion pounds. But it doesn't reward beauty, Lolita. It rewards the hunger of a woman who h

Nadi then showed Flora the bunch of small different colored flowers. “Oh, they’re beautiful, Nadi!” said Flora and smelled the flowers being held out to her by her daughter. “And they’re very fragrant!” “Fragrant!” repeated Nadi. “Yes, fragrant,” said Flora. “I have to go back inside, Nadi. Can you stay here and play with Dolly while I work?” “This is Kay!” said Nadi, hugging her doll. “Oh, sorry, I thought you said before that her name is Dolly,” said Flora.

"Her majesty, I saw her in the passage near the Falling River. She was seriously injured and there was a flower with her." "What flower?" Amnisty doesn't answer right away. She and the queen already talked about this situation but they need to do it again to inform Dealla. She sighs before answering. I hate repeating. "It's Peony." "Oh, what a nice flower and it's the favorite of our friend, Amnisty. Right?" "You're right, her majesty." "Since you don't remember your name, darling. How about I'll name you Peony? Is it fine with you?" The queen strokes some strands of Dealla's hair. She puts it behind her ear. The queen stares at Dealla’s face.

I just looked at him as I focused in listening to everything his mouth says. "When we were in our senior high school years, the four of us were always close. Close like those four guys we see in the anime Boys Over Flowers." "Boys Over Flowers? You mean the F4?" My forehead knotted as I asked that. Is it just me or there are four guys in their circle of friends? But why did I only met three, Kenneth, Kit and Neil? Who's the fourth one? "Gerard was the fourth one, if you're gonna ask." He chuckled.

The cherry blossom flower prints were printed on Miren's white skin, and they were extremely beautiful. She couldn't contain herself any longer and started wriggling up and down. She felt her secret spot gushing out a steamy liquid, and Miren really wanted to take Dylan's big thing. She clutched at Dylan's arm as he deliberately stroked nonchalantly over her body. Miren moaned as Dylan tamed at her feet. She couldn't contain herself any longer and started wriggling up and down. Miren begged him in a hushed tone, lowering her voice.