He Stands In The Gorgeous Summer Flowers Novels & Stories

Grabbing the bouquet of flowers which I had found on my bed this morning when I woke up, I walk toward the balcony where I found my husband standing. He is looking at the city ahead of him spread out in different numerous buildings and beauties. I can't help but admire his toned and leaned upper body highlighted by the white shirt he has on. He has his back to me but it is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. Transfixed, I don't move but I stand there watching him feel the sun on his face while enjoying every bit of it. “Don't just stand there, join me.” Xander urges when he turns back to stare at me. Surprised that he knows that I am standing there, I forbid myself to be shy as I walk

After a while my legs started to get a little sore, so before heading back, I found a beautiful area to rest. There were trees everywhere with flowers on them. Their were petals of pale colours everywhere. There were flowers blooming from the ground. Flowers draping off of vines from above. These must be winter flowers. It looked beautiful. I had decided tht I wanted to shift back into human form to behold this beautiful area. It was totally breathtaking. I hid behind a tree, shifted back into human form and put in my clothes. I stepped out and saw Noah standing there. His shoulders, slouched. His head hung low. My brows furrowed in concern. What's wrong with Noah? I stepped beside him and s

I also noticed that the flowers placed in the large vases just this morning were white roses, and yellow tulips are now almost filled with crimson flowers. The guy on the edge of the glass wall drew my attention. His back was facing my direction as he stared outside and gazed at the stars in the sky. He looked very fresh in his white V-neck shirt with a black leather jacket, black chinos pants, and white sneakers. My chest seemed to be pounding when I saw his calm aura. I smiled and slowly approached him until we were only a few feet apart from each other when he suddenly spoke. "I didn't tell them to change the flowers on purpose. They just did it."

He was in a white suit that day, looking handsome, artistic, and elegant. Theo was standing by the entrance with a huge bouquet of flaming-red roses. He had a joyful smile on his face.

I needed a bit of fresh air anyways, so this would be entertaining to watch. We walked into a large garden area, a spacious field filled with many beautiful flowers. Sei looked around in awe, his eyes practically twinkling. I felt a smile creep on my face and watched him fall on one of his knees, gently snapping the dark green stem of what looked like a rose, only orange in color. He turned to look at me and stood up. "These are stunning." He breathed out. I nodded in agreement and watched him gently place the flower on my head. A blush crept on my face when he looked at me proudly.

He alone knows what he has done. By 7 AM, he returns from the fields, glancing through the window, I seeing working in just a pair of black shorts which exposes his bulge. My eyes falls on his broad chest, which is as perfect as ever and the arms which looks like carved out bronze shining with his trickles of what seems like sweat but not, it's that part of the year where dews fall, he bends to pick up a rose and a yellow sunflower, attaches it with a white flower, making it three lovely combination.

I giggled as I walked through the clear path carefully, so as not to trample on the delicate flowers near the pathways. I climbed the short flight of stairs and that’s when I saw the entire setup of wine, Food arranged with care, and vases filled with blossoms. The air smelled sweet and delicate, wrapped in beautiful delight. I bent slightly to smell the flowers and heavens, and they smelled nice. The plan is to watch and smell the flowers for a while because it’s been ages since I felt my strong feminine energy but then again, I felt him! And he’s standing right behind me. “Why are you here instead of…” He paused, gesturing vaguely in another direction, as though expecting someone else.

I and George come to a sunflower farm on the outskirts of Paris, and a breathtaking sight unfolds before our eyes. A golden carpet of vibrant yellow stretches as far as the eye can see, capturing the essence of summer's warmth and radiance. The air is filled with the sweet fragrance of sunflowers, a delicate scent that mingles with the gentle breeze, creating an intoxicating symphony for the senses.

Three chairs were arranged around it, their backs adorned with delicate garlands of flowers, as if nature itself had blessed this moment. To the side, almost hidden in the shadows but unmistakable in his presence, stood Ethan. His eyes were on them with a soft smile as he watched their reactions. In his hands, he held two bouquets: one of deep red roses, the other of lavender. The flowers were fresh, their petals vibrant and full, symbolizing both passion and serenity—two qualities that Ethan cherished deeply.

“He will wake up. He is Zephyr, the most headstrong alpha I have ever met. He is also madly in love with you. He will not stay down too long.” I smiled. “I know but waiting is still so hard.” We disengaged from the hug. He offered to join me pick flowers. His wife came with him so it would be a great idea if he brought home a few for her. We walked together through the beautiful garden of fragrances and colors admiring the way the sunflowers blended amongst the grass and the roses circled them. There were many other flowers too it was like a constellation of beauties. We stopped to sit down on a stone bench. I took that moment to study his composure, he was bothered.