He Stands In The Gorgeous Summer Flowers Novels & Stories

I hadn't even realized when he got to my porch. I grabbed my bag from the chair, took one last look in the mirror by the door, and opened it. He was standing on the porch with flowers. A small, simple bunch, yellow and white, tied with a paper string, the kind you picked up from a market stall because they caught your eye and you thought of someone. I looked at the flowers. At him. At his expression, he remained calm with a cocky smile. “Before you say anything,” he said, “they’re not date flowers.”

It was clear to him now. Slowly he entering the little yard. Summer made the green grass turned to ugly pale brown. He walked through the path to the front door. From the corner of his eyes, he caught something blooming. He turned his attention to the flower in the corner of the house. Beautiful red rose grew incredibly well, unaffected by the evil hot and dry summer. That was new, thought Lucas. The front door opened. “What are you doing there?” Said Roman, holding the door open. “That flower fascinates me.” Lucas walked towards Roman. Slowly.

I shower quickly and run off to meet him. The garden is full of blooming flowers. We are close to Fall, but hasn't yet affected the beauty of the plants. Yellow, pink, purple, red; there are all kinds of flowers here like daffodils, roses, lavender, among others. All beautifully spread across the ground forming a path towards the mermaid fountain in the middle of the garden. On either side of the fountain, there are brown wooden benches for students to unwind or study outside. I walk around. Mostly I pace back and forth from the fountain to the near rose bush. Why am I so nervous to be about to speak with him?

he offers, but I need to know if Steven is in my home. I unlock the door and push inside, loving how my apartment blooms with life. The scent of flowers tickles my nose and I inhale, feeling so very at home. Their sweet fragrance clashes with Apollo’s very male cologne as he stands before me like a shield, but I like the mix. We walk inside and I notice Apollo scanning the bouquets of fresh flowers scattered around the place. I find so much joy in the beauty and scent of flowers, their blooms bring me hope for better, for joy.

The sun is setting, the last streaks of pink and purple on the western horizon, and altogether the effect is breathtaking. It’s all beautiful but there’s nothing more breathtaking than the sight of the man waiting for me under the arch. I've never seen him look as handsome as he does in his black tux with its cream rose to match the flowers in my bouquet. Roger stands behind him, and even he is smiling in a way I've never seen before. Like a genuine, happy smile. Yet another miracle.

Hunter watched me go, his gaze heavy with thoughts he didn’t share. The summer air greeted me as I stepped through the grand back doors, warm and inviting. A gentle breeze tousled my ponytail, carrying the scent of blooming flowers. The sun was kind today, its rays brushing against my skin without the searing heat of midday. My attention was drawn to a cluster of white roses. Kneeling beside them, I inhaled their delicate fragrance, a smile tugging at my lips. I wandered further, discovering a gazebo draped in pink blossoms at the garden's edge. Inside, a table sat poised for an afternoon tea straight out of a fairy tale. Beyond that, a sparkling pool stretched toward a panoramic view of mou

Chapter 6 A man stopped in his tracks, many men standing in his back. They are in a bow stance. He is holding a bouquet of flowers towards me. What? You are giving it to me? Really? For real? His hands look soft to touch, no flaws or scars. He is not bleeding, not like me. Looks like he is from a rich family. Those men look like they are his servants.

Whoever is on the other side better be worth it. The doorbell rings again, and I'm already halfway to the door. “Brielle!” “Got it, Mom!” I holler back, trying to save her the trouble of wiping her flour-covered hands on her apron. She's been cooking up a storm in the kitchen all morning, and I've been busy with work. I swing open the door, and my eyes land on a gentle-looking man standing on our porch. He's dressed in a crisp white shirt and dark jeans, and his warm smile puts me at ease. But what really catches my attention is the bouquet of sunflowers in his hand.

I ask her, and she rolls her eyes at me. "Come on, Nina. Where is he?" I whine at my maid, and she smiles. "He is waiting for you in the garden," She replies to me, and I storm out of the room immediately, rushing to the garden to meet him. As I walk into the garden minutes later, I find him standing there and staring at the flower, while having his hands tucked inside his coat. His thick black shiny hair glows beneath the sun the cloudy sky. Gosh! Isn't he handsome?

I set out and luckily for me I found a lying helpless can which was some metres from me. Without further probing, I took it and walked towards the Garden immediately, it had a substantial amount of water in it. I was very lucky I guess. I haven't watered one quarter of the flowers when i felt a presence behind me and that spicy sent, it was him. I felt chills in my stomach as I turned and found him smiling at the flowers...oh no me. Did he find this amusing? "Good morning Your Highness." I greeted graciously as I held my breathe in space. I can't deny the fact that he look like a greek god, who refused to become a god and seek to rule earth instead.