His Flower Novels & Stories

I asked. "It'll knock you out; it may even kill you. Pretty, but deadly," he answered. I stepped away from that flower and went to the second flower I saw. This time, it was a purple perennial. I remember this flower from my many adventures & tales with Akros; this was his mate’s favorite flower and he never forgot about it. He gifted me a few for my birthday; he gave them to me on his good days and whenever he returned from missions; he also gifted them to me whenever he felt like it.

Inside, she remembered Dixal’s words—how he said her name was beautiful, that she was his Flower of Love. That thought alone made her lips curve upward. They could say what they wanted. All that mattered now was that she had work. She would earn money. The rest—she didn’t care. “Ahem!” She looked up. It was her boss’s husband, standing there with furrowed brows. Flora Amor gave him a wide grin. The man's only response was a sharp frown before disappearing back into his wife's office.

She shrank back slightly before forcing herself to look pitiful. "You have no idea how terrible I've been feeling," Lily said weakly. "The only thing keeping me going was thinking about you. Without you here, I didn't even want to take my medicine…" Louis's dark expression eased just a little. Noticing this, Lily pressed a hand to her forehead and leaned toward him as if she was about to faint. Carissa rolled her eyes. Snapping back to his senses, Louis shoved Lily away and coldly said, "We found a badly mutilated body by the lake. Rena is dead. At my and Rena's home, I found your fur. Did you have anything to do with Rena's death?"

“A flower?” “Yeah,” I said, staring at the window, at the blur of city lights rushing past. “Just… one. And I want to burn it somewhere. It’s stupid, I know, but—” “Not stupid,” he said, quick, firm. “You wanna burn a flower, we’ll burn a flower.” We found a florist still open. A tired-looking woman handed me a single white lily. It felt too clean in my hand, too alive. I held it like it was something fragile that didn’t belong to me.

I said to him and I turned to Sushi, who was now at the entrance of the tunnel and didn't seem to want to step toward me. "Don't worry, the flower is not poisonous. But it is poisonous to other creatures. It has a different effect on immortals." He answered me. "Do you want to know?" "Yes." I quickly answered him. Everyone wants to know what the effect of this plant is. "The plants that surround us are called Lycoris Radiata. The flower of death. It foresees the death of a being. It does not live in another place, it only grows here. So this flower, time to grow somewhere else—that means someone's going to die." He answered me that I inhaled. I felt like I los

Han looked at the types of flowers one by one; he didn't know which one to give because Han had never done anything like this before when he was not married. "To be given to whom and under what conditions, sir?" asked the shopkeeper again. Han turned to him. They certainly know which flowers are suitable for what. "Mmmm, I wanted to give it to my simple and beautiful wife, but she's sick," Han replied. The young girl looked at the flowers on display, looking for the one that matched the buyer's request. "Lily of the Valley flower seems suitable, Master," the girl took the flower he mentioned and brought it closer to Han.

Isabella climbed off my back, and I switched back to my human form; she passed my clothes back to me, but her eyes remained on the flowers. "I can't believe it. It's really true—I didn't know if we would find it, if it would still be here, but it is real." She gasped in awe. "They are called the healer lilies," she said to me. "Take one and try; if it does heal, then we take a portion back." I said, and she glared at me, obviously not liking the fact that I wasn't gaping at some flowers just like she was. She walked towards the flowerbed, and she gently uprooted one. It glowed in her hands.

"Her majesty, I saw her in the passage near the Falling River. She was seriously injured and there was a flower with her." "What flower?" Amnisty doesn't answer right away. She and the queen already talked about this situation but they need to do it again to inform Dealla. She sighs before answering. I hate repeating. "It's Peony." "Oh, what a nice flower and it's the favorite of our friend, Amnisty. Right?" "You're right, her majesty." "Since you don't remember your name, darling. How about I'll name you Peony? Is it fine with you?" The queen strokes some strands of Dealla's hair. She puts it behind her ear. The queen stares at Dealla’s face.

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

I said and mind-linked some of the warriors to come down to the club and see if they could find anything. It has been three hours, and we have no leads on who took Rose. I am so worried about her and my unborn babies. Finally, my phone beeps, letting me know someone has messaged me. I took my phone out of my pocket and froze in my spot. "If you want your precious Flower back, then meet me by the border of the Thunder Moon Territory and come alone, or your Flower dies," The message said. There was a picture of Rose sitting unconscious in the back of a car.