Flowerboy Bee Novels & Stories

With a smile, she approached the half open door but stopped as she peered inside, her breath catching. The murmurs she heard turned into moans. Ryan was there, his lean, tattooed body pressed against Lila, her best friend. Their bodies weren't just pressed against each other, it was obvious they were in the middle of sex. Her moans filled the air along side her shaky voice. “Ooohh, I love you Ryan…” she breathed, her eyes rolling backwards. “Damn… you're much better than my girlfriend.” He breathed, thursting deeper into her.

“The… moonflower.” A low laugh rumbled from his chest, dark and cruel, though tinged with pain. He loosened his hold just enough for her to breathe easier, his other hand dragging down her stomach, reminding her how thoroughly he had claimed her. “Moonflower,” he repeated, savoring the word. “Rare and dangerous and can be found In Dylen's garden.” She tilted her head back, too drained to resist but too proud to look away. His eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, wild and burning with both lust and fury.

Alden continued running and he was panting heavily, he could hear the steps of the forsaken behind him. He finally gets to the cave where the Moonflower is, he enters, his heart racing as he feared the forsaken might come after him. He remembered the word of the seer: make sure you do everything swiftly! He saw the moon flower Elixir, arranged in a spiral pattern along the stem they were glowing. He has gotten to where the moonflower is, but that was not what even troubled him now, the healer told him to get a particular one out of them.The one which has a double-petaled bloom and with a radiant blue colour.

Valentina says. "Yes," Rosa says. "But the structure is not the bowl. The structure is me." Valentina holds the bowl and thinks about the first bowl, brought in the same tea towel, and the question about what it knew: nothing yet, only that I am trying. The twenty-fifth bowl knows that the maker is trying correctly. That correctly is not a destination — that the twenty-sixth bowl will know more than the twenty-fifth because it will be made by a woman who has the twenty-fifth in her.

“I’m still eating at the mall.” She reached her chin on top of his shoulder, even when he was inches taller than her. “Can you give me chocolates, then? Please?~” “We’ll buy you chocolates at the mall. I don’t think they serve that here, do they?” Theo Valencia, still in his work clothes, couldn’t hold back anymore and decided to go to the bar to see if his friends were just joking around to have him come.

They always hung out together. “Is this boring or are you already missing Jake?” Phoebe's giggle was followed by Stacey's smirk. “Hey!!! Amy what is this?” the next moment Stacey was yelling at my ears. For a moment I thought that she was pointing at some sought of insect on my shoulder. “What is it?” I roughly saw a mark on my shoulder. And when I looked back at Stacey her eyes widened with fear or surprise which I’m not sure. Phoebe was already scanning my shoulders.

I could see a stem growing out of it as small leaves, blossomed on either side of the stem followed by a few thorns and my heart skipped a beat. ‘The Blue Flame’ I whispered to myself as a bud formed on the tip of the stem after the stem and leaves all of which were blue in color had appeared above the column. The bud of the flower appeared and I waited for the petals to unfurl so that I would drink its nectar and ascend but nothing seemed to happen. I grew anxious again and I turned to Onigfer who also looked at the scene before us in confusion. Not knowing what to do, we waited and then something else appeared beside the flower.

"The flowers. They are doing something to me." I looked at Elias. His face was pale, but his eyes were bright. Too bright. "Elias," I said. "What is happening?" He laughed. It was a strange sound, almost giddy. "I think... I think we walked into a trap. But not a deadly one." He inhaled deeply, and his expression shifted. "These flowers. They release a pheromone. An aphrodisiac. Designed to make anyone who walks through them..." His voice trailed off. He looked at me. Then at Aldric. Then at Seraphiel in my arms.

I reduce the brightness of the golden lamp and shut the door after kissing them goodnight. I also remember one of the bright days after the heavy clouds had poured down rain, I kneel beside them, showing them the flowers on the manicured lawns in the premises. We picked flowers and differentiate their scents. "What flowers do bees love?” She asks. I always admire Bernice's inquisitiveness. She must have taken after me. I always itch to say it out but, I dare not. "They love chamomile flowers, lavender, bee balm amongst others."

“Come on, it’ll be fun. I have some plants to go in and I want to make a swing for Abby off the big tree.” Bobby shrugs, “Okay.” He grabs Sarah’s hand, and they head to the back door. “Okay. Great.” I get my gardening gloves on and pull on my short rubber boots. “I know you two don’t have gardening shoes but it isn’t too muddy out here. The days have been warm and dry lately, haven’t they?” Bobby shrugs. Sarah says nothing. I picked up the container of flower seedlings. “These are Californian Poppies. The state flower of California. Have you heard of them before?”