His Little Flower Novels & Stories

A knot of anxiety grew in his stomach, but he was stuck there until the ceremony ended. Just as the bride was about to walk down the aisle, the courier handed Frank a bouquet. Susanna was mid-speech, and Frank nodded with a smile, lifting the flowers. However, his face went ghostly white when he saw the card. The courier said, "Sir, there's also a video. The lady who sent these flowers wanted you to see it. "She wishes you a lifetime of happiness with your chosen one and that she hopes you two never cross paths again—"

A Luna must practice patience and so I sat quietly in the beating sunlight for a while longer. "They all go in, but they never some out," muttered Dandelion after a while. What a ray of sunshine she is. The door swung open again but this time the wolf that emerged was the flirty one from my first dinner. He scanned the line of expectant she-wolves until his eyes fell upon me. I kept my eyes on my own feet hoping he wouldn't recognize me.

"If there's even a tiny part of you that's still human, please let me go." Just when Claire had least expected it, her words worked on him.

"Traffic near the campus was brutal because of the graduation rehearsals. Besides, I brought gifts." "Gifts? Maverick, I'm trying to empty the apartment, not add more things to it," I said, though I couldn't stop the smile from spreading across my face. "Relax, it's not heavy," he said, reaching into the pocket of his hoodie which he had dropped onto a chair. He pulled out a small, rectangular object wrapped in simple brown paper and handed it to me. I took it from him, tearing the paper open carefully. It was a book. Specifically, a highly technical manual on advanced software architecture and data structures. There were neat, small sticky notes poking out from almost every single chapter.

The meaning of my existence has been defined by your entry into my life Diya, and that's why, I would confess to you, that you're my Little Angel. I don't know if I can fix everything or heal the pain in your heart, but I do know one thing, and that's I would make you smile today, I would return the innocence in your eyes today. Today will be like a fairy tale, and you would be the princess of this tale. I want our story to be a fairy tale, and I will make sure that it is.

They said the flower only opened fully for those whose intentions were pure, its silvery petals folding away if touched by greed or malice. I stood up and walked towards the counter where Miss Elsie sat. She adjusted her thick glasses when she saw me coming and gave me a small smile. “Do you need anything, Luna?” She asked me softly. I sat and placed the book in front of her. “What do you know about this flower, Miss Elsie?” “Ahh, Lily's Bloom. I know just a little about it. When I was a young girl, my mother told me a story about it. The flower that heals all pain.” Intrigued, I sat up and waited for her to tell me the story.

The boy smiled before nodding. They headed to the flower garden which was right on the border between the mansion area and the forest. There were plenty of flowers blooming since it was the end of spring almost entering summer, there were roses, sunflower, lily of the valley, all kind of flower you could imagine. There was also this mini building in the middle of the flower garden that had glass windows and a mini living room so one could have tea in there while looking at the flowers which was genius. Karina did not expect a cold man like Eden to have a spot like that in his house. It just seemed out of character for him but she actually liked it.

“Sorry about that.” The old man was surprised at the level of empathy a tiny little child like her had. She had to be pretty smart too. He had deduced that from just this short conversation he had with her. Not just smart, but sensitive too. He smiled and motioned to the flowers, asking, “Do you know those flowers?” “Yes.” Calista answered confidently. “My mom gets it all the time. It is a Pink Camilla flower.” His sparse eyebrows raised in surprise, “Oh? You actually know the name.”

The little girl who sold flowers took another look out of curiosity. She was very sure that the beautiful woman in dress with the pattern of tiny flowers must like the man in front of her very much. And that noble man liked that beautiful little sister. She just didn't know if this sister liked that noble man. "Is there anyone else who doesn't like this noble man?" He was so handsome! He was so handsome! He was so noble and dazzling. She had seen countless beautiful women when she sold flowers here.

Adonis says after catching his breath. “Adonis, my love, it was still special because it was with you,” I admit before kissing his lips sweetly. We both know my heat has just started and has been appeased for the moment, but will not be over for days, if not an entire week, but the first wave has passed and we hold one another and gaze adoringly into each other’s eyes. “I have yet to show you those photos, My Little Kitten,” Adonis says at long last and he rolls over to reach into the bedside drawer and pulls out photos.