His Little Flower December Secrets Novels & Stories

Seeing Ryle genuinely curious about the book, I felt a little bad and decided to share information about it. “This is a book about starlight flowers. I’m sure you have never heard about it. It’s a list of flowers that only bloom once a year under a very special condition.” Ryle carefully got closer to me and looked at the pictures. His face looked so serious it took a few seconds of my attention. His long eyelashes and ocean-blue eyes were glancing at each picture. “Hmm, these flowers are stunning. So which one is your favorite? I like this one.” Ryle pointed to the sky-blue starlight flowers.

“You know there is a special meaning of that flower. That flower only blooms during winter and it means love and someone I know said that it is a perfect gift for a partner during winter so, please accepts it. I don’t know what to say so I just hugged him and grab the flower in his hand. “Thank you so much” I cried. I can’t help but to cry because this flower is much related to us. A flower that blooms in winter. This is the idea I write in the paper. This book is entitled “The flower will bloom in winter”. Oh yeah I already did mention the book before so, yeah, I don’t know if I am going to write a tragic one but I want it to be fluff.

Leo muttered, admiring the flowers' beautiful purple petals that shone with little dark blue specs in the light. Most flowers around here are pretty basic, so having this one hidden and thriving so well was very nice. It was a secret to just her and Miles, and now Leo. Rowan made sure to keep these small beauties hidden. She didn't want it to be another thing that could've been ruined. "You know so much about this place that I never even knew" Leo said generally. "That's probably because you've never opened your eyes outside your walls, you haven't had time to live" Rowan said boldly.

The nice and refreshing fragrance fills my nostrils, easing the chaos inside me. Whoever sent this must know me well to choose my favorite flower. I stare at the box, and just as I’m about to pull off the seal, Lily snatches it away from me. “Don’t tell me you really have a secret admirer, Era?” She tears open the seal. “And this is what I’m talking about—explore, mingle, since you’re as good as single. Make that bastard regret ever calling you unattractive.” I let her have her way and just grab the flowers, inhaling them again.

With a soft click, a hidden compartment popped open, revealing a small, folded piece of paper tucked inside. Flora’s breath caught in her throat as she carefully pulled out the paper and unfolded it. Her hands trembled slightly as she read the words printed on it: *Deed of Ownership*. It wasn’t the deed she was looking for—it was something else entirely. But still, it was a clue, a piece of the puzzle that had been hidden away.

“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."

The city lights glittered like fireflies below Adrian Blackwood’s penthouse as Lola stepped in to finalize their rehearsal per Adrian’s request, the soft hum of the elevators fading behind her. She carried a bottle of red wine, knowing full well it was probably the most reckless decision she’d made since agreeing to this fake engagement. Adrian was already there, casually leaning against the kitchen counter, sleeves rolled up, his tie loosened just enough to suggest he didn’t care, but somehow, everything about him screamed control.

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.