He Stands In The Gorgeous Summer Flowers Novels & Stories

I bent as low as I could, trying not to fall over. A soft smile curled up on my lips. "I'm finally seeing you for the first time, Moonspire." I stretched out my hand to touch one of the flowers, but a husky voice from behind me stopped my hand midair. "Don't touch that. It's Monkshood." I slowly straightened myself, trying not to show the pain in my body. When I looked behind me, I was stunned. A handsome guy was standing there, holding a watering can. He was effortlessly handsome.

He was a vibrant, carefree who attracted attention simply by standing there. He had his friends bring out a truckload of sunflowers he had prepared for her. Those vibrant sunflowers, emblems of life, looked stunning in the expansive snowy landscape. Hadley liked the flowers when she came. Andrew couldn't even bring himself to touch her hand at that time, he was so shy.

There is only an hour left before night comes. Waian looked handsome standing in the middle of a field of flowers, especially with his crown on top of his head. I don't know. It's only a piece of gold that symbolizes his status, but for me, it just added to his charm. He was like a butterfly flying on top of beautiful flowers. My butterfly.

He looked comfortable in his jeans as he set the flowers on a swaying stand. Slowly, he sat down beside Morana and just watched her, after a moment she forced her eyes away from his. What is he staring at? She thought as she looked at the metal pole, sing her horrible reflection in them, ‘Oh right. Me.’ She was convinced she looked absolutely horrible.

Flower makeup hangs everywhere, not to mention that the area becomes so holy when the all-white and gold decorations combine in bonds. "Oh my God", I said softly, I was at a loss for words because I was amazed at this beauty. My feet continued to stretch with certainty, from a distance at the end of this road; I saw Noah standing proudly. The suit he was wearing made him look very handsome. she smiled at me, her eyes looked at me differently

The scent of the roses is in the air, and the soft breeze rustles through the leaves of the trees surrounding the area. My eyes scan the area, and I see Adryan standing in the center of the garden, under a beautiful gazebo. He is wearing a black tuxedo, and he looks so handsome that my heart skips a beat. The gazebo is adorned with white flowers, and it looks like a dreamy, magical place. The soft lighting casts a romantic glow on everything, and I feel like I've been transported to a different world.

He exhaled and then without a word, he lifted his hand. For a second, I didn’t understand. Then I saw what he was holding. A small wild rose, bound neatly with thin forest vines. Its petals were soft, pale pink, the rare shade that only grew after northern morning frost. “I saw this while setting up defenses yesterday,” he said. His voice was low now. “Thought you might like it.” His ears were slightly flushed, something that was rare. “Once we deal with Adrian, I’ll take you to the flower sea in the Northern Realm. The flowers there are hundreds of times prettier than this. And you can watch stars fall into the snow.”

Because there were still outstanding items on the acquisition pipeline and a dinner was a reasonable context for a working conversation. I wore a brown dress anyway. He was outside at seven exactly. Not the car, not a driver waiting at the curb. Him, standing on the sidewalk in a dark jacket with his hands in his pockets and a second bouquet, smaller than the one from this morning, held at his side. He held them out when I reached him. Different flowers this time. Something soft and pale and fragrant that I also didn't know the name of. "You already sent flowers today," I said.

When he is done, it looks like he has a dozen long stem bright red roses in his hand. Before walking back inside, he takes a seat on the cement bench in the middle of the garden and closes his eyes for just a brief second. He smiles and then inhales deeply before he stands up and disappears behind the building. For some reason I feel strange. I guess it’s because I just saw something private that I shouldn’t have.

We haven't even been in touch. I take a bouquet of orange roses before making my way towards the front, seeing that he's standing near the counter—eyeing the pictures of Elis and I, with a picture of Jodi on the side. He seems to be staring for quite some time until he realises that I'm currently standing in front of him.