His Little Flower Novels & Stories

“Ms. Jensen, your partner and the kids are amazing. You’re really lucky. “Your arm would have been fine with just some ointment. But they insisted you stay in the hospital and took care of you the whole time.” Moon smiled. Pride shone in her eyes. Julian walked in with the two boys. He handed her the bouquet he was holding, and a warm smile spread across his face. “Your discharge papers are ready. The boys picked these flowers this morning. Congratulations on getting out of the hospital!” Zayden and Yannick leaned in on either side. “Ms. Jensen, look! There are still dewdrops on the flowers!” “Ms. Jensen, these flowers are as pretty as you!”

A few began singing in tiny, high-pitched voices. I laughed despite myself, it seemed the whole field seemed to come alive. Flowers swayed as the little demons danced between them. One flew toward me holding a tiny pink flower. “For the Queen.” I accepted it carefully. “Thank you.” Another gave one to Millie and she smiled brightly. “For me?” “For the little Queen.” Millie hugged the flower. Soon, we were covered in flowers. Tiny blossoms were placed in my hands, tucked into Millie’s clothes, and even attached to Knox’s shoulders.

"But the Trial of Fire is for the uncertain. My children are not a question. They are the answer." ​I reached into the small pouch at my waist and pulled out a handful of crushed white petals—Lunar Lily, a rare flower that only grows where the True Bride walks. I tossed them into the air. Instead of falling, they ignited in mid-air, burning with a brilliant, cool silver light that didn't smoke.

the boy murmured sleepily. Then, to Dixal’s utter astonishment, De Ocampo exclaimed, “That kid knows how to read minds!” Dixal blinked, startled, and snatched the bond paper from his hand. “Look at it,” the tycoon said with a grin. It was a sketch of a tall building shaped like overlapping petals—a flower blooming toward the sky. “You can name it Flower of Love Hotel,” the boy said softly, his arms wrapping around his father’s neck before drifting off to sleep.

I was thankful the rain didn't increase to a harsh one throughout my walk from my house down here. Shrugging out from my wet jacket, I headed into the shop and went to work at the small corner given to me by Mrs Mary, the owner of the flower shop. My only work was to paint out flowers and different things related to it cause most times, not everyone who came into the flower shop ends up buying a flower cause they probably chickened out or something. That was where I was supposed to come in and gesture to where my arts were arranged in a small part in the shop.

“Guess they didn’t all die.” I ran over to it and waved Zena over. The flower was small, pretty and seemed like it had just bloomed as it was the only ray of light amidst the brown leaves in the greenhouse. It was a combination of orange, yellow and red and it was the prettiest sight I have ever seen. “Ohhh…That’s a lantana.” Zena said, touching the flower softly and smiling. “You know it?”

He gave me everything with a smile of someone who is ready and went back to sit down paying attention to his breakfast. I shake my head slightly, throw the remains of the apple in the trash and head towards the living room smiling. I put the small flower close to my nose feeling the wonderful smell that only a lily exudes, I give a silly smile remembering my male. I take the "little note" and read what is written on the small piece of paper. "I read somewhere that this flower has an unmistakable scent and for some reason you came to mind, because no scent could be confused with yours, no aroma is more gradative than yours, in short your scent is one of my greatest weaknesses .

One of this was the telltale paradise,most have heard from the mouth of marauders and voyager who had seen the premises, the city of Florin, land of the blossoming flowers of internal youth. On the walls that supported such bountiful city,grows a little bonny belle. A lily in the midst of roses and orchids... “Father! Mother! Look! Its the sacred lilies! The lilies have bloomed!” a little lass, no more than twelve years old, who has been atop of that hill just now, cried upon seeing the blooming flowers in the meadow, clearly in awe to see much of the sacred flowers littering the area. The girl donned in a pastel colored free flowing dress, crowned with shoulder length raven locks, almond sh

Ignoring the whispers, he scooped plain water from the stream into his hands and poured it over the flower, startling the villagers who saw this as defiance of tradition. Yet, as he watered in droplets, the flower trembled and radiated a golden glow, and the first petal unfolded. “It’s blooming!” Someone cried. The flower blossomed; its golden petals unfolded one by one. Tiny buds sprouted across the grass, blossoming in harmony, their sweet pollen perfuming the air. The flower’s golden aura shimmered; its sharp, intricate petals too numerous for Sarang to count amid the excitement. At its heart, a soft light began to dissipate, revealing a small, precious stone nestled within.

She said. A smile formed at the corner of Joel's lips. He crouched down in front of the little girl. "You sell flowers?" He asked and the little girl nodded. "How much for it?" "$5" The Little girl replied. Joel looked at the flowers which were already getting weak, then back at the little girl. "If I'm to buy all of it, how much would it be?" Joel asked. "$50 mister!" "Hm.. So, why are you here all alone? and why are you selling flowers instead of celebrating Halloween?" Joel asked.