His Little Flower December Secrets Novels & Stories

A line of code scrolled across the dark interface. INITIATE PROTOCOL: ECHO FLAME And far across campus, Elara’s eyes flashed with synthetic fire.

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.

We all have secrets. The first real secret I ever had began when I was nine years old. I’m not talking about when someone tells you something and you keep it to yourself—it’s more like when you know something or have seen something that no one else has, and telling someone about it takes away from your pleasure, from your secret. Now, I’m not going to talk about my secret eleven years ago. I’m going to talk about my biggest secret of all time. Back when I was sixteen years old.

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.

I had no idea he had someone he liked. And then he presented the other crystal shoe. "I tried to find the owner, Katherine, but I never did. I was afraid of hurting another girl because of what I did to Gillian. I've been holding back all these years. "But I guess God works in mysterious ways. I can't believe you're the girl I saw that night. That was my first time. My only time. But can you give me a chance, Katherine? I promise I'll love you right." I hugged him. "Yeah. Promise me you'll give me a home?"

"Mr. Cadell, why don't you sign Liam’s name first?" Lucas suddenly thought about the past few days of remote silence from Cassiopeia and grew increasingly uneasy. The only thing on his mind now was Cassiopeia, and he would not register anything else said to him. With that, he tore the seal open. The first thing that caught his eye was a thin slip of paper with a bold, striking font pronouncing the words: "Death Certificate".