Romans & histoires Flowers Are Bait

They would never see him, standing at the rooftop's edge, in empty classrooms, or behind the auditorium, blushing as he unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his well-defined abs. They'd never see how his cheeks flushed as he murmured, "For your eyes only." And they'd never know how overwhelming the sight of him was. He kissed me until my eyes reddened, his breathtaking face pressed close to mine. After all, it was the thorns that made a rose all the more tempting. I thought this sweet, perfect life could last a whole year. I never expected Caleb to fall for someone else. She was Valerie Sinclair, and her name alone hinted at her beauty.

Then, he stepped back into the shadows. I felt a sudden, strange pull in my chest. I set my book down and looked toward the corner of the street. But I saw nothing except for a bouquet of my favorite white garland-lilies sitting on a bench. They were perfectly cultivated, the petals still glistening with fresh dew. I froze for a moment, then let the memory go with a faint, peaceful smile. I didn't reach for the bouquet. Instead, I turned away and reached for the steaming cup of coffee Dante held out to me.

Three years into their marriage, Vivian Cole was thrown into the basement for the ninety-ninth time. Half her face was swollen, and a bruise darkened the corner of her eye. Before she could struggle, a bodyguard roughly forced her into a chair. “Last month, you sneaked into bars three times and went street racing once. You ended up bedridden for a week. Haven’t you learned your lesson?” Disappointment weighed heavily on Alexander Blackwood’s face. “When will you finally learn to behave and become a proper Mrs. Blackwood?” Vivian glanced at the restraints wrapped around her arms and gave him a faint smile. “So this is how a Mrs. Blackwood is supposed to be treated? I’m living worse than

Because pf that, I start mass collecting the flowers and sell them when they’ve filled the palm of one of my hand. I placed them all in the dropbox, and a different description appered in front of me. SELL MIULA FLOWER x 167? I mouthed a surprised OH, didn’t expect that I’ve gathered those tiny flowers that much. I mean, there’s still plenty of them that I havent plucked yet. I tapped the YES button and the flowers disappear, replaced with a new window. CONGRATULATIONS! YOU’VE SOLD AN ITEM(S) Total income: 83 silver 5 copper

“.…How about the flower that we were selling in Visma Nation?…has they been doing well over there as well?..” “The Flower….they are already flooding the entire nation by now…everyone were excited by it.”.(Special Agent Marisko) The Flower is a code name for a new addictive drugs that the A.C.I.A had made to do a lot of things, and one of it were to destabilized an entire country by making it’s population become addicted and thus plunged the entire nation into chaos. The Flower actually comes from a Yellow color flower, called the Dragon’s tongue, it has the same effect as cannabis, but with a tad heavy effect of long span hallucination and calming effects, those that use this new type of cig

Once Ralph's watch turns to 12 am, the moonflower starts to let out the sweet fragrance from the pollens. The scent is quite lovely with a bit sweet, and it can make animals, and people wonder and goes frenzy about the smell. Ralph's then signaling Shon to use his abilities to create a path for them to go to that flower. They need to get the extract while they still have time. Nodding, he starts to changes his eye color. He controls all the animals from his mind and makes all of them move for Ralph to approach the flower.

"Hel..." "I want you in my room now!" The boss ordered. How much she hated his commanding attitude. "Haaahhh! I will kill you." She screamed and stormed out of the room, stamping her feet very hard on the ground. Xander chuckled when he saw her reaction after the phone call. 'She is such a wild flower' There was a loud bang on the door. He knew that it was only Ariande that would do that. "Don't pull down my door as you did my car." He shouted to her hearing. She opened the door and barged in.

And in that moment, as the bathroom door clicked shut behind them, they surrendered to the unknown, ready to explore the depths of their connection and discover the truths that lay hidden within. Liam's heart raced with anticipation as he held the flower bouquet in his hands. The delicate petals of the roses intertwined with the vibrant colors of daisies and lilies, creating a captivating sight. He had carefully chosen each bloom, ensuring that they conveyed his feelings for her. With a deep breath, Liam approached her, who was standing near the dresser, gently toweling her damp hair.

Their noses were far too sensitive. Occasionally, the aunts would bring in fake flowers for certain sales events, to give the shop a bit of a homier feeling. They said the sight of them would evoke thoughts and feelings from the patrons—thoughts and feelings that would eventually end in a purchase. But it never felt quite the same, and the only thoughts they ever evoked from me were the ones of my mother’s garden. How desperately I wished I was standing in it. Smelling the sweet, floral aroma.

But then looking at it reminded me of Eleanor, so I moved and touched it in admiration. When I heard footsteps approaching, I had to disappear and appear in my room to compose myself. That was when she walked in. "That flower is used for fertility, mostly to the females because to males it increases their sex drive and makes them aggressive in bed." She said as I sat upright and covered my face with my hands. "No." I muttered under my breath. Why the hell did I touch such a thing!. I almost ended up deflowering Eleanor and her crying face was still imprinted in my mind.