روايات وقصص ضمن His Little Flower December Secrets

“And if you’re smart…” “You’ll keep our little secret.”

That is, if he even knows where I am. Tiny knocks rap on my bedroom door and I know exactly who they belong to. Throwing the blankets over my head, I hide under the covers and wait for the little creatures to find their way into my room. The large pink door creeks as they open it up, immediately giving them away. "Shh," Flora whispers to her brother. I can hear their little feet pad gently against the moss that is spread along my floor.

I was headed over to the light switch when the flowers caught my eye. Laying on my nightstand were six long-stemmed Crocus flowers. I smiled because I was sure they hadn’t been there when I entered my room. I picked them up and brought them to my nose, taking in their sweet smell before picking up the folded card with “Piccolo” written on it. Piccolo, I know that I promise we can stay up and talk all night, but plans have changed. You must be exhausted, considering you’ve been out all day. Sleep well, and stop leaving your window unlocked.

He smiled, hearing her. “And how and why am I getting so blessed?” Flora heard him asking her. “Because I love you a lot and you always take me on dates but this time I decided to take you out for our date, Mr Marzel,” Flora uttered, taking him inside one of the bedrooms in that farmhouse where they both mostly stayed whenever they came here. “And I want to give a very big surprise,” “Surprise?” Easton sounded confused. Looking at him, Flora nodded at him with a smile. Her smile made him beam too and as soon as they entered that room, his eyes slightly widened in surprise, seeing that entire room which was decorated with different kinds of flowers and candles.

He reached for the small table by the bathroom door and pulled out a beautiful bouquet of flowers. “These are for you,” he said, offering them with a small, hopeful smile. The gesture only made me feel more guilty. My throat tightened, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. I took the bouquet with trembling hands, inhaling their fragrance while my mind screamed at me. “Bae… thank you,” I whispered, voice barely audible. “They’re beautiful.” “Tonight is a bonfire from eleven p.m. to three a.m. on the beach.” he reminded me gently “It’s supposed to be incredible. You're up for it, right?”

Yulia’s POV The minute my lips crashed on his, I felt it. Trust me, I don't know what I felt, but I did anyway. Gosh, why do I sound so stupid! “Oh, he smells so good!” I thought to myself as I perceived his cologne. He smells fresh, with a touch of a woody note. I can perceive patchouli and bergamot. Mmm, it's so intoxicating. Without thinking twice and maybe straight, I deepened the kiss. I mean, you can't blame me when his lips felt so soft against mine.

"These are beautiful. Who's your secret admirer?" "They're just flowers," I said, trying to distract her while carefully arranging them in a vase on my dressing table. "Just flowers?" Callista laughed, flopping onto my bed dramatically. "Seraphina, these are imported cornflowers. Do you know how much they cost? And look at the arrangement—it's from Moonlight Florals, the most exclusive florist in town. Someone must have spent a fortune on this." I felt the heat rise to my neck. "It could have been anyone."

the boy murmured sleepily. Then, to Dixal’s utter astonishment, De Ocampo exclaimed, “That kid knows how to read minds!” Dixal blinked, startled, and snatched the bond paper from his hand. “Look at it,” the tycoon said with a grin. It was a sketch of a tall building shaped like overlapping petals—a flower blooming toward the sky. “You can name it Flower of Love Hotel,” the boy said softly, his arms wrapping around his father’s neck before drifting off to sleep.