His Little Flower December Secrets Novels & Stories

She opened the door to find Riley, Pammy, Jasmine, and Cindy. “Surprise!” they shouted. Amy laughed in delight and stepped back to let them enter. Her heart flip-flopped at the smile on Riley’s face. “What’s going on?” “We come bearing gifts,” Riley said. “I brought this.” Cindy held up a small flowerpot, decorated in Christmas red and green, with a miniature ivy trailing from it. “How wonderful. Thank you.” Amy was more touched than she’d been in a long, long time as she took the plant from those tiny hands.

Snatching the flowers from her, I dumped them into the waste bin "there is nothing romantic about having a secret admirer. Just wait until you have the psychopathic ones" Standing up abruptly, she opened the waste bin and retrieved the flowers "if I get the psychopathic ones, I'll help heal them of their madness" waving the flowers at me, she shook her head in disapproval "learn to appreciate little things, little things like this matters." Settling down once more on her seat, she continued sipping her coffee which is undoubtedly warm now with the flower placed beside her "you think it's Lucas? You think Lucas sent the flowers?" Lucas? Is he interested in me enough to send me flowers? "Lucas

Wait, it’s my birthday already? I blink and hear him chuckle. “It’s the fifth of December, did you forget?” He asks, and I nod in embarrassment. “I’m afraid that I did,” I say, and he shakes his head as he laughs at me. “I’m guessing you like your gift, then?” I nod. “I love it so much, thank you,” I say, lacing my hands with his as we walk down the path with the tulips. “These aren’t even in season yet; how did you manage?” I ask, bending down to smell the sweet flower.

She can feel his heart which full of storm and thunder. Is this real? She asked herself. Or perhaps, it's just my imagination. "Niece, what is this?" Grant asked when he notices that small brown paper bag on the table between them. A sign, of the most popular flower shop in Hagrav, stamped on it.ake his curiosity raised. "Oh, this is the seed of golden flower. My father told me something about this, but I forgot." Grant scratching his chin, "Hmm, my brother isn't a fan of flower. When will you attend that party?"

She gently picked it out and opened it to read. ‘I know your secret.’ It read Rielle raised her eyebrows inquisitively as she read it again to understand, “What is wrong ma’am.?” Adam asked on seeing her countenance change “Did you say that you saw no one put these flowers on my table? You saw no one enter my office?” She asked again and he nodded

His eyes are still dark, I like how he is looking at me. “Oh, I guess we will have to figure this out together. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” (I want to kiss him. Oh my god, did he hear that?) Dez’s licked his lips, I turned and walked away. "I need to remember he can hear my thoughts." I said quietly to myself. I hurried through the shower and put on my favorite black sweat pants and band T-shirt. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ **Dez** (Ruby, someone is coming.) I can smell them, and something foreign to me.

There was a tiny, hidden slit cut into the inner seam of the back cover – a secret pocket built directly into the book’s spine. I reached two fingers inside, feeling the texture of something delicate tucked deep into the dark space. I pulled it out. It was a single, perfectly preserved pressed silver flower - a rare Moon-Lily, glowing faint and iridescent even in the dim room. The moment my bare skin touched the dried petals, a violent, electrifying shock surged through my fingertips, shooting straight up my arm and slamming into my brain. The room suddenly vanished around me. I wasn't on the scaffold. I wasn't in the drawing room.

I felt Lucian’s hand freeze on the plate. "Daniel," I warned, my heart hammering. "What? It is a secret," Daniel said, his brow furrowing. "You said we couldn't tell Dad. So it’s a secret flower." "It’s not a secret flower, honey," I said, trying to keep my voice steady as I felt the eyes of the other parents drifting toward us. "It’s just... private. There’s a difference. "I don't see the difference," Daniel muttered, his excitement wilting. He shoved the seeds into his pocket and walked back toward the other kids.

His eyes rolled to the back as he tried to remember what planet he was on. “Get on the bed,” Santa commanded, burying his fingers in her hair and pulling her down. He pushed on Little Missy’s shoulders, urging her from his side to join Tiny Fae on her kneels. She arched her back in a moan as her tongue trailed the underside of his ridge, before letting Tiny Fae do the same. They took turns sucking him off, their moans filling the room as Santa pushed his waist upwards into her hot mouth. Santa’s dick left Tiny Fae’e mouth with a pop. She smirked as she crawled out of the bed, swaying her ass back at him as she stood to take off her skimpy dress.

They pushed the soil back over the grave, packing it down firmly. Aria reached into the deep pocket of her cloak. From the medical wing, she had brought a small, damp canvas pouch. She opened it, revealing a cluster of delicate, dormant roots. It was the bulb of a Moon-lace flower—a rare, resilient plant that only bloomed in the deepest cold of winter, its petals glowing with a faint, bioluminescent silver light in the dark. Aria handed the bulb to Sienna. "Plant it," Aria murmured softly. "So he is never in the dark."