His Little Flower Novels & Stories

There was a white flower bud that looked very beautiful. Lotus? Lilly said guessing in her heart. She once found this flower in a lake near her aunt's house. But her evil cousin destroyed the flower because she saw Lilly liked to linger looking at this beautiful flower. “Kitten. Sorry if I'm not home all day. This afternoon when you were asleep, I decided to go check the border as well as exercise, and check out a special place. Then I found this flower on the edge of the lake there. I took it for you…” Finn explained.

His words kept repeating themselves again and again like a broken record. Change of plans, little flower. I'm not letting you out of my sight.

She took out a little flower from her pocket. “I wanna be like you…I don’t have anything else to gift you…so I only have this flower…Please accept it.” The girl said in a stammering voice. Shama smiled at her and took the flower. She put the flower in her hair. The girl smiled widely at Shama. “You are just like what others described you as…”

he says in a sad voice, I get what he means if this place wasn't kink-friendly we'll all have to hide a big part of ourselves behind closed doors. I once read a story, it's called littles academy, a world where everyone is either sub or dom, and littles are regular and real things, I loved that book and the author is awesome. But sadly outside of this company walls showing my little self would be a big mistake people would judge and talk badly about you.

"Why did he tell you that, we've been separated for so long?" "That's it. He said this house is important to you so he told me to take care of it for you." Manang Lina said. "Is that so?" "Mommy!" At the same time, Ate Lina and I turned to A.M, she was holding a white rose that I'm sure came from the garden. "Yes, baby?" "Look, I love it" I smiled because like her, I also like white roses. "M-ma'am, Twaine?" Manang Lina's expression was shocked.

"This flower is as rare as you." I gasp when I realize it isn’t a rose. "Levi, this is a Middlemist Red... how on earth did you get this?" "I know someone working at the London Botanical Garden, who got permission to cut a flower and ship it here. They..." I finish the sentence for him. "Have one of the two remaining flowers in the world." I look at the beautiful rose-like flower. "Oh, it’s so beautiful, Levi." "Not as beautiful as you, my love." He takes my hand and kisses it. "Put on some clothes. I have something to show you."

None of this felt real. Not after everything that had happened. Not after the way things began. A little boy suddenly pushed his way through the crowd. He couldn’t have been older than six. Ignoring every adult trying to stop him, he ran straight toward me before holding something out with both hands. It was a small flower. Slightly crushed. Probably picked somewhere outside the walls. “I got this for you.” I blinked. “For me?” He nodded enthusiastically. “My mama said heroes like flowers.” My chest tightened unexpectedly.

A flower — winter-blooming, pale and small, growing through the crack in the stone beside the east gate where nothing grew because the stone was too cold and too packed. She saw it when she walked through the yard at the seventh hour. She stopped. She crouched down — carefully, eight months being what eight months was — and looked at it. One flower. Small. Certain. She did not say anything about it. She went to the war room. Orion was there. He looked up. She said: "There is a flower in the outer yard." He looked at her. She said: "In the stone by the east gate. Where nothing grows."

My legs felt like jelly, barely holding me up, but I knew I can’t stop now. The cave is dark. The only light came from the faint glow of the flower that grew at its center. It was a small, delicate flower, with petals that shimmer like they were made of gold. I stared at it for a long moment, hardly believing that this tiny, fragile thing was worth the risk I just took. But Gina wanted it, and what Gina wanted, I had no choice but to deliver.

Suddenly, Miren's voice transformed into a song about the manipulation of the soul and the destruction of life. "The most gentle and lovely people in the world are responsible for creating the stunning irises that are known as the flowers of death. This intoxicating and alluring aroma is wrapping its arms around your broken heart. Those with feeble and pitiful hearts are looking for support for their unsteady hearts wherever they can find it. The blood that is currently flowing through you is beginning to heat up gradually. The moans of the dying are trying to bring your attention back to the reality of the situation. This harsh reality world no longer has anything that can stop you from mov