Flowery Prose Novels & Stories

The room with dim lighting created the same atmosphere filled with the breath of lust and sweetness. Declan's hands roamed all over her body, gradually moving up her thighs, past her waist, and into her bra. Hot hands with rough ridges burned every inch of flesh. Fidelia's body was like a blooming sunflower that slowly unfolded under his caress, emitting the most intoxicating, graceful, and gentle fragrance that made him even more infatuated.

it's resembles my situation , where this world is a garden ; And I at the other end , just a "LONELY FLOWER" . Just I was thinking about that , A butterfly with blue and black wings landed on the single daisy flower . "It's seems, it's not alone anymore". I also wish for a butterfly who'll make me a party of this world. Ah ,I feel like crying. "My lady , we shall head back inside. it's windy outside". we went inside and I started to write a novel , to divert my attention from crying. Though I said that , I can't stop myself , my tears are running to my cheeks and feel in my writings .

___________________________________________________________________________ Rosemary’s Pov The night rolls in as slowly as the night before – I pull the curtain aside staring at the the beautiful night sky. The stars beautifully twinkle , they look like little dew drops that lay on a flower petal in the mornings – how ever , they twinkle away. I see them twinkle like the night before , the night before that and the night before that. It has been three days and three nights since Andrew and I have left our home – our palace. It has been three long , exhausting day and three long . extremely hot and uncomfortable nights. How ever , I try not to complain much because I know that I have the eas

Sable riding Lorien hard while multiple tongues worshipped her body. Chains of triple penetration spreading through the garden—bodies stacked and joined among the blooming flowers. Mouths devouring cocks and dripping pussies. Seed spilling across petals and glowing skin. The living flowers responded, releasing clouds of sweet, aphrodisiac pollen that heightened every sensation. The Song swelled into a lush crescendo as shared climaxes triggered new blossoms across the Flame Root and distant realms.

She couldn't force the words out. Sensing the suffocating, hostile drop in the room’s temperature, Zoe J. stepped forward with a display of seamless, understanding grace, attempting to deliver a bridge of escape for both Silas and Lulu. "The traditional flower language for three roses represents 'I love you,'" she explained, offering a warm, delicate laugh. "Lulu, these three stems of yours are actually far more precious and rare than this entire massive arrangement of mine. I truly didn't realize Silas could be this deeply romantic."

Her whole body felt pliant. His scent was subtle, yet somehow overwhelming. It was a faint herbal fragrance she had loved since childhood, tempered by a rugged, commanding presence that wrapped around her like a heavy, unyielding net. His kiss held no art, no finesse. There was only the raw pull of instinct, claiming what he desired. Bit by bit, he parted her delicate lips, leaving her weak and lost in the moment. His arms were as unyielding as iron and tinged with a subtle reprimand, leaving her no avenue of escape. She felt her chest tighten, her awareness fading. It was as if she were suffocating and on the verge of collapse.

she protested, turning toward Anton. “That’s enough.” The voice was low—calm, but sharp enough to cut through the air. A voice she knew too well. Her head tilted, the room spinning slightly. Was she hallucinating? “Beshie,” she whispered to Mariel, blinking hard. “I think I’m drunk. I’m seeing that infuriating man here.” Mariel was staring behind her, her laughter gone. “You’re not drunk, Beshie.” Flora Amor waved her hand dramatically. “Men are impossible! When I refused to let him kiss me, he got mad. But when I finally did, he said it meant nothing! What kind of logic is that?”

Ariande asked looking at Xander as he pulled his attires. " Nope." " I am telling you now that you look handsome and hot." Ariande said while approaching him. She began to move her hands all over his chest. " Strong arms, chest and neck, well defined abs,soft hair, delicious lips." She continued her description and paused. She looked into his eyes " what a beautiful eyes you have." "Hold on, Ariande. Are you indirectly saying that you need me tonight?" He asked and she nodded her head. "Also can't I compliment my husband's handsome physique anymore?"

Clay’s P.O.V Delicate. That was the only word that I could conjure up as I looked down at Flora on my bed. Her long red hair was sprawled across the cream white sheets like ripples of liquid silk. Her skin looked pale in the moonlight, but as I traced my fingers up her sides, I was struck anew with just how soft her skin was. Had I ever touched a skin quite as soft, as delicate as hers? I couldn’t remember and I realized with a start that I didn’t want to. The moonlight streamed in through the open windows and touched her skin, making it glow. It was like even the moon was her lover tonight.