Romans & histoires Flowers Are Bait

"Like the princess, tea, or flower?" I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, a smile growing on my face. "The flower. Why do you—why do you call me Bloom?" Zac shrugged lightly, looking out the window. "I assumed it was the flower. Blooming—as flowers do." I inhaled sharply. I was—flattered, I think. Confused. I didn't think Zac was someone who would put thought into a nickname. It—kind of made my heart tug. It was—just more thoughtful than I would have imagined Zac to be.

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?”

Colt said out loud. “Hold on.” Relaxing my entire body, I focused on creating these beautiful vines with massive purple and white flowers. In the middle, they had little needles that shot out poison into their victim. Opening my eyes, I watched them grow around the surrounding trees. The Vaewolves seemed uneasy about them as they bounced from foot to foot.

" What if the farmers find out accidentally? Plan B? Do you have any?" " Hmmm??? Plan B?" " Why not make them sleep for a while?" " What do you mean?" The girl grabs a few wildflowers from the corner of the shelf and places them before Oryx. " They're very dangerous but not life-threatening. One of my grandpas uses it as a drug. Just put two petals in the smoothie, it will give you a good scent. You can inhale it or decorate it. But if you want the farmer to sleep, put it in the smoothie and blend it."

she said. “You see, the flowers are fed a special drug," she began. "It is called pollen, I am sure you all know it. It gives us exceptional speed, sharpens our minds, and grants us incredible strength. The gifts you get most vary from person to person" She paused, letting the words sink in. "But it is a drug for a reason. It makes you an addict. If you miss your dose, the withdrawals are very unpleasant.” She said as she shivered, maybe from a memory. "That," she said, "is how the Orchid was able to control us, each and everyone of us.”

“Drop it by the edge.” He looked to where I was pointing then looked at me. “I don’t understand sir.” I sighed. “Look, I want the flowers seen but not to be the main attraction. I want people to have an idea where they are but not to know what it is.” “But sir, these are flowers.” “It’s like food, all right? Artificial food. Umm… you see we can see the food is artificial and we can’t eat it but it’s there for the aesthetics. Do you understand?”

she shrugged. Bryce glared at her, “how do we capture her?” She smiled, “valerian of course, it is how you will keep me in Amelia’s room at night so you will get rest and sleep,” she smiled, “it’s a small flower and it will put me to sleep, just the slightest whiff and bam, lights out.” She giggled, “it’s the only thing that will render us helpless, it’s why we do not allow wildflowers to grow anywhere near us, we cover our surroundings with roses and jasmine,” she shrugs.”

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.

Maybe they had all been right when they called me a freak behind my back. Erik finally gives me what I want and leans over the ledge to examine the flowers in question. "It is interesting, for sure. There are Alva who can make plants grow that already exists, but none who can create new plant life." "What does that mean for me?" I feel myself leaning closer to him, staring up at him in anticipation.

Lydia responded, and I waved my hand dismissively. “I know, I mean what are they doing here? And with those flowers?” I asked. Lydia shook her head. “Alpha Edward must have asked them to bring it in. Don’t you like the flowers?” She asked. “Of course, I do. Chocolate cosmos, they’re called,” I explained, “It’s a rare type of flower that smells exactly like chocolate. You would even want to eat them,” I added, laughing, then I advanced towards the florists, who were arranging and watering the flowers.