His Little Flower December Secrets Romane & Geschichten

Story Title: Forbidden Flames Author: FeyLume Genre: Forbidden Romance, Best Friend’s Brother, Secret Affair, Steamy Erotica Main Characters: • Sophia Reed – 24, bold, curvy, long auburn hair, fiery and playful but secretly vulnerable. • Marcus Kane – 32, best friend’s older brother, tall, muscular, dark hair, intense green eyes, dominant and protective. Blurb: One weekend at her best friend’s lake house turns into a sinful secret with the one man she can never have — her best friend’s dangerously hot older brother.

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?"

They are all great women but Flor is way different. Or am I the one who's different now? But enough of them, I know in myself that I love her, no matter what others say. Then what Flor said next is such an explosion. 'Thank you for this babe. I know that you are not that materialistic so I decided to give you something, I guess special tonight when we get back to our hotel room. It is a secret but with your intelligence I know you got some ideas already.' WHAT!!!!? I screamed inside.

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

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.

“That means one thing—“ Before Flora could respond or ask… Her phone buzzed and both of them froze. Slowly, she pulled it out. Unknown number. Again. Marcus’s voice was low. “Open it.” Her hands trembled as she did. The message appeared. “I see you’re not as stupid as I thought.” Flora’s breath caught as another message followed. “Now let’s make this interesting.” Her heart pounded. “Read it,” Marcus said. Flora swallowed hard. “‘If you want your secret to stay buried… you’ll do exactly what I say.’”