His Little Flower Novels & Stories

It's a small human child. He has an idea and puts it into practice. He shifts back out of the girl's eyes, and puts on some pants and t-shirts that were hanging out on the clothesline. Slowly, and taking Venom with him, he approaches the window and says softly. - Hi, what's your name? . My name is Scarlet. - What a beautiful name you have. The girl smiled. - That puppy's yours - she says, pointing to Venom, who growls. "puppy? I'm not a puppy. I'm a big wolf, not a dog, stupid human."

I was headed over to the light switch when the flowers caught my eye. Laying on my nightstand were six long-stemmed Crocus flowers. I smiled because I was sure they hadn’t been there when I entered my room. I picked them up and brought them to my nose, taking in their sweet smell before picking up the folded card with “Piccolo” written on it. Piccolo, I know that I promise we can stay up and talk all night, but plans have changed. You must be exhausted, considering you’ve been out all day. Sleep well, and stop leaving your window unlocked.

said the little girl as she handed a lily to Bella while smiling her adorable smile. Bella was rooted to the spot. She did not expect that the little girl was selling flowers alone here. Without someone to support her. Isn't that little child afraid of being kidnapped or lost? "Beautiful flowers, I'll buy a few stalks," Bella replied. She crouched down, equalizing hers height with the little girl's height. While the little girl suddenly blinked happily. "Really? Thank you, sister," she replied with an expression that Bella thought was very funny.

Loved. As I snapped the final shot of the roses, a little voice caught my attention. “Excuse me, Miss,” the voice said, small but clear. I turned around, startled but instantly softening when I saw the little girl standing there. She couldn’t have been more than five or six, her big brown eyes sparkling with innocence and wonder. She was holding something behind her back, and her face was framed by a messy mop of hair, clearly untouched by the day’s worries. “This is for you,” she said, stepping forward, holding out a small bouquet of flowers—bright daisies and white lilies that smelled sweet in the morning air. My heart melted immediately, and I knelt down to her level, accepting the flower

Truly good. I vaguely remembered his final words whispered fervently, his lips pressed over my forehead, "Hold on a little, okay . . . Please don't give up . . . Goodbye Joy . . . " Tears welled up in my eyes and a humourless laugh escaped my lips. Shaun shot a lingering look at me from across the shop, partly scared and I shook my head, dismissing his concern. I sauntered over to the bunch of colourful flowers, immersing myself in their fragrance, the petals tickling my neck. Pink, purple, yellow, white, blue, red colours flashed before me. The sweet scent of each flower made me feel dizzy. Dahlias, poppies, lilies, sunflowers, marigolds, peonies, chrysanthemums, roses . . . Roses . . . It

The Moon festival was months away next year even, and my little flowers were still only two years old, a long way off from being added to the pack. “How about some dinner? What do my flowers want to eat?” I just want to stay in this moment with my little ones in my arms: my little flowers, the light of my life.

I went to my room,drop my school bag on the floor,changed into a boom short and a black tank top and gets ready to sleep not even minding the things on the floor,I think it's better to just sleep it off. Within some minutes I was snoring not that loud like a pig but a normal and cute snore.if you know you know. My sleeping beauty was cut short by my dad screaming my name downstairs. I was so into the sleep and didn't notice someone opening the door of my room. "Hi Flora, collins said in a low voice beside me on the bed. "Ummmmm...hi, I answered him in my sleeping tone, immediately the voice registered in my brain,I jumped up from the bed like some thief who has be caught,my eyes wide open l

When he took the chips, Ryder saw the little mole on his thumb and unconsciously smiled. "A Myosotis." Midnight's deep and soothing voice made Ryder take her eyes off his hand. "Huh?" "If I was a flower, I would be a Myosotis." "What flower is that?" The corner of his lips just lifted in a small smirk, as he leaned his head against the fence. When he spoke, his voice sounded sad. "A small doleful flower."

Maybe then we might have a chance at unleashing her wolf. A muffled peck at my window diverts my attention from this evening's plans. It's Torrance with a sack hanging from his beak. Beautiful purplish-blue petals and green stems hang from the opening. He's found them. I hurry to the window and open it. He flies in and drops the sack on my desk and transforms into his human form. "Your Majesty, the flowers, as you requested." "Well done, Torrance. Take these to the infirmary. Mistress Lana will take care of them from here." He nods and takes the sack of hyacinths out the door.

Caesar took out the little red flower hidden behind him and handed it to Lola, "It's your favorite little red flower." Finally, Lola moved her ears, she sat up, looking surprised at the little red flower in Caesar's hand. She stared intently at the red flower in Caesar's hand. Caesar asked, "Do you remember? Its name is the Puhuang orchid, a flower that grows on the edge of cliffs. You said its stamen tastes sweet, an Alpha would give it to their Omega." Lola nervously held Caesar's hand, "Did you taste it?" Caesar said, "Not yet."