His Little Flower Novels & Stories

"Yea? It's a lily? What about it?" My answer made him snicker as he turned his head in my direction. "It's not a lily. It's called Elnea. It's a flower tended to by the flora fairies that used to follow Eleanor's orders. The sword was what Eleanor knew how to use the best. Eleanor smells like Elnea." So, the flowery scent I smell on Eleanor is Elnea? "So, it has nothing to do with your glory?"

"Leave...you're my best student, I want to make you my assistant." Lady Brianna anger had disappeared as she looked at Madeline expectantly. "No..no....this is my wish and I want to help my father..." Lady Brianna sighed she has lost a good student, she wished she could trade Madeline with the other girls present. "alright...do drop by from time to time." Madeline nodded as she went out of the building , she didn't go home directly and instead she went to the Rose garden. It was the only place in Thornbury that roses grew, it was a quiet place, a place for solace.

But just as we were about to leave, a small, sweet voice called out behind me. “Luna Scarlett?” I stopped and turned, my gaze falling on a little girl with wide eyes and a daisy flower clutched tightly in her tiny hand. She stepped forward timidly, “I picked this for you,” she said, holding out the flower. A warm smile spread across my face as my heart softened. Gently freeing myself from Callum’s grasp, I knelt in front of her, my eyes level with hers. “Thank you, sweetheart,” I murmured, with a shy smile, she reached forward and tucked it into my hair.

If you giving it to someone that means you are promising them your faithfulness for lifetime. "¡Se la conoce como una flor feliz y la floración perfecta para una entrega de flores de verano para alegrar el estado de ánimo de alguien!" the old man continued while his little wife's face started coming in front of his eyes. (Translation: It is known as a happy flower and the perfect bloom for a summer flower delivery to brighten someone's mood!)

I braced myself,wiped my tears and waited impatiently for Monday morning. 6:30 am, I was up. My mom had already left for work, so I picked out a knee length flowery dress. My hair was styled neatly in a bun,my eyes and lips were beautifully set up with the help of my mascara and my pink gloss. I was about to leave my room when I walked past my dressing mirror. I wasn’t impressed. For the first time,I cared more about how I looked than how people would see me. I won’t seduce Mr Richard this way I thought. I wouldn’t even seduce myself with the way I was dressed.

A smile tugged at the corners of her lips with each step she took, and her heart swelled, appreciating the thought and care that had been put into creating this intimate setting. The petals beneath her feet crunched lightly, adding a whimsical touch to the moment. June's gaze drifted from the candles to a teddy bear, bouquet, and chocolate on the table. Was that for her? "Yeah, I will take it from here," She heard Hardin speaking to his bodyguard, she heard the door close and assumed the bodyguard had left them alone. Her hands left her mouth, as she placed it over her chest, picking up a note on the bouquet.

During our vacation. And in a room we shared. “I want to kiss you by the sea again,” Violet started, reading a note that she retrieved from the bouquet. “These flowers are a promise to make that happen.” Violet paused and frowned. “From, anonymous?” Violet asked rather than said. Then she looked up at me, her eyes filled with curiosity. I parted my lips, trying to breathe, but no words came out. Blaze was supposed to be at Night Park. How did he—

He didn't let go immediately, neither did she. They went outside into the grey afternoon and the overgrown garden, and Noah came running down behind them with his shoes on the wrong feet. Nobody corrected him, they stood together in the cold looking at the climbing plants and the untended beds and decided, that this was a thing they could work on.

The next day, Gabe updated his Instagram with a new photo. A blanket covered his lower abdomen. One hand held up the camera, deliberately revealing his chest and the ambiguous marks along his neck. On the other pillow, a woman's profile could be seen—eyes still closed. Caption: [So what? She's still mine.] The post was made visible only to me. No—also to Carrie. Because she had liked it. I glanced at it casually, then tapped "like" myself before going to sleep.

“And so are you.” She shook her head, a weary denial. “I’m not.” “Aren’t you?” He reached into his pocket. He didn’t pull out a phone or a note. He pulled out a small, clear specimen bag the kind from a science lab. Inside was a single, withered, pressed lily of the valley flower, its white bells brown with age. Her breath caught.