His Little Flower December Secrets Novels & Stories

For now, let me focus on my target who was about to enter a club named 'The Howl of the girl' which was a funny and a stupid name at the same time. My target was a blond haired guy with brown eyes who was around five feet tall and had a deep red suit on with a tie as well. After having fixed my black hair, I straightened the short strapless red dress I was wearing and applied some more lipstick on my lips. Placing my lipstick in my purse, I made my way inside the club. Loud music filled my ears instantly. My eyes flickered from people to people inside the place, each dancing—more like grinding against each other. Some were making out in a corner, not bothering about where they were.

I put the song Dog years by Maggie Rogers on and started walking into the woods, letting Moose off his lead. I thought about the flower which I stupidly left in my locker. I started researching on my phone which flower it was and found out it was the Treasure Flower. Looking at the path in front of me, I wondered who had given me this flower and who broke into my locker to put it there. Maybe Javier? He was the only one I could think of.

“Leo… you really don’t know how much I want you. How long I’ve wanted this.” I stared at her, chest tight with frustration and guilt. “I don’t really care, Clara. You deceived me. You made me think I deleted those videos and pictures of me and Maya, then used them to threaten her. And you expect me to like you after all that?” She pulled her hand back slowly, eyes narrowing. “You are mine, whether you like it or not. There’s nothing you can do because you don’t want your dirty little secret getting out.” “Fuck you.”

But inside, I was planning more research and said small gestures, like flowers for no reason. After lunch, I ditched a session, told her "Bathroom break," but hit the hotel gift shop, grabbed a bouquet of roses, nothing fancy and a chocolate bar. Back, I handed them over sneaky in the hallway. "For you." She stared. "What? Why?" "Because you're you. And I'm sorry for last night." Her eyes welled up again, hugging the flowers. "Calder... this is... fuck, I'm crying again. Happy crying, but still."

Sienna called from somewhere in the back. I grinned. “I knocked. The door just gave up.” She appeared in the doorway a second later, wiping her hands on a cloth and eyeing me like I was tracking mud across her soul. “What do you want, Isaac?” “I brought you something,” I said, holding out the flower. It was red, sure, but not just red. Flame red. Bright at the tips, darker near the root. The petals curved. Sienna’s gaze sharpened the second she saw it.

"Like the type that causes grown ups to wisper a lot." "Yes," I whispered. "Like that." We sat in the quiet, her small hands still holding mine, and I was scared I would strangle them from the agony of it all. And then she said out of nowhere, "I saw your flowers." I blinked. "You did?" "Yeah. The black ones near the hallway. They're kind of creepy but kind of pretty too." I swallowed hard. "That's precisely what they are." "Did a secret agent bring them to you?"

Just now, it striked me as kinda unfair given that the cameras would be around much more than David would be, but hey. As I climbed out of his truck without so much as a good-bye and slammed the door, I reminded myself again. I agreed to this. THIS IS THE END OF DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS BOOK SERIES 1. THE NEXT SERIES WILL BE UPDATED SOON KEEP CHECKING AND SUPPORT ME.

The door locked behind him with that final sound. I sat on the edge of the bed in the large quiet room smelling of cedar and someone I had not yet met and let myself have exactly sixty seconds of honest feeling about the situation, which was bad, and then I put it away because sixty seconds was what I allowed and the sixty seconds were done.

"That was my favorite brand of chocolate when I was no bigger than you are now." A loud squeak from a wooden chair hit the air when Alina plopped down into the seat beside Claec at her kitchen table, short and stubby legs hanging a few inches off the ground. "What's your favorite flower?" Alina had asked the minute she was sure the two of them were alone. "Roses, red ones. They remind me of home." Claec's gentle hand had reached over to pet through her overflowing and untamed brown locks, and those warm eyes landed on her again, "What is your favorite flower, lil miss?"

She did not look at Nadi, hoping that she would not probe further. “A present?” Nadi asked. “Yes, Nadi. It’s a present. It’s a secret present and I can’t tell anyone about it,” said Flora. Nadi seemed to like the idea of the secret and placed a finger on her lips. Happy that Nadi seemed satisfied with her answer, Flora locked their room before crossing the corridor to knock on Eva’s door. “Eva, we’re here,” called Flora. There was the sound of the familiar footsteps coming to the door. When it opened, Flora was surprised to see that Eva was ready to go.