Flowerboy Bee Novels & Stories

“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?”

"I thought it belonged to Nina Kirk, your agent." "No. She's just a doll. Actually, I'm sure, they made Flower an agency for Fely personally. Deep inside, they must have realized that Fely and her strange nature would not be able to survive in another agency. In Flower, Fely is the queen bees. My arrival disrupted the nest, so the higher-ups had to intervene themselves." "I'm sorry, Lea, but why did you choose Nina Kirk and Flower agency, since your arrival? There are other agencies you can choose from here," Jayden asked carefully.

It smells like the bedroom after Gideon whipped me and made me cum harder than anyone before him. “They're called Moonflowers.” Low mutters as he reaches around me to take the flower out of my hand; he turns it upside down and shakes so the yellow pollen falls into his hand. “They only bloom when fated mates join under the power of a full moon. Fated shifter mates.” He’s speaking softly as he drops the flower and uses a finger to collect the pollen from his palm; he presses it against my neck before I can stop him. I’m instantly filled with a warmth that reminds me of when Gideon holds me, I want to whimper and beg him not to leave but he’s not here. It's fake. It's just the smell making me

Inside the glass jar, a small yellow black bug with purple strips, a bee with a sharp pointed stinger is peacefully gnawing on a strange black flower with petals that looks like a broken skull. Venom opened the lid quickly, and the originally peaceful purple stripe bee started to rouse, speedily flapping its small wings and flying outside the glass jar. It flew into a circle before landing on Venom’s palm. Whispered words fell down and the purple stripe bee suddenly flew up and zoomed, chasing Asha’s direction on the flowing river.

"They call us dreamers, but we're the ones that don't sleep" His Flower's Point Of View After King Calix left, a girl that looked like a female version of him came through the doors. I tried to hide under the covers, but she had already spotted me. A huge smile took over her face when she saw me. I wanted to cover my face with my hands and shield the tears that had dried. She came towards me with a slight bounce to her steps, her eyes never leaving mine and her smile never faltering.

After a brief silence, detective Jones broke the silence and asked "what do you think maria?“ “About what?” “This, of course!” detective Jones said increasing his tone. “Calm down partner. Anyways, I think we're dealing with a nasty serial killer that has an obsession with flowers” Maria joked. “It's not just that. But wait, I think am beginning to get the pieces, according to the woman, a white rose represents chastity and purity,now a blood stain on it would mean what? The chastity or purity have been stained and how is that possible?”

“Ma!” The moment Flora Amor stepped inside the house, she called out to her mother—but instead, a small pair of feet came rushing toward her. “Amor! Amor! I have good news for you!” Devon’s bright voice filled the room as he leaped into her arms. “Well, someone’s in high spirits today,” she said, smiling as she brushed her hand over his forehead. The fever was gone. Relief loosened the knot in her chest. “Amor,” he began eagerly, “teacher told Grandma you need to talk to her because I’m joining the National Quiz Bee tomorrow!”

I frowned. What is my flower? Is that me? "What are you talking about, Thyro?" I will ask. "You're like a sunflower to me, just leave your king for a moment and there are many bees hovering around, I hate them for touching my sunflower, you're mine, I'm the only one who has the right to touch you," he slowly said, while biting his lips. Thyro doesn't like pick-up lines, but why am I thrilled here? I hit his chest.

I was out from behind my desk and moving past him within seconds, but before I could make it to the door, and it wasn't even that far, he pulled me back and I ended up with my face in his chest and our bodies so close you couldn't tell the difference if not for our different coloured clothes. I was speechless, that was for sure. Speechless with a nose full of his spicy clean and crisp scent, it reminded me of black pepper. To say I was breathing him in was an understatement,I was devouring his scent. My knees positively weak, thank God he was holding me, or I would have been a puddle on the floor by now. "I didn't come to give you a break Flower, I came to feed you." His voice...the rich tim

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.