Lollipop X Flower Novels & Stories

The flower was quite peculiar, as it had a six-pointed star shape like a snowflake. Lorraine carefully took off the scarf from her neck and delicately dug out the small white flower. Holding it in the palm of her hand, her eyes were filled with uncontrollable excitement and surprise. "What is it that makes you so happy?" "Good stuff." "Isn't this nonsense? I asked you what it is." "You wouldn't know even if I told you," Lorraine retorted. "You didn't say, how would I know?" Dawson started his chattering mode today.

but where’s the fun in that? Fun—by which I mean the overwhelming nerves that almost make me gag. Still, I lean down and dig around in my bag, my hand wrapping around another lollipop. I look at it. Cherry flavor. My favorite. Do cherry-flavored condoms exist—NO. Think of other things. Slowly, I remove the wrapper from the lollipop and feel my body getting warmer and warmer. The stick feels pathetic in my mouth, and when I put it in the wrapper and dump it in my bag, I stare at the purple lollipop a second too long.

Rose coldly remarked as she gently unwrapped the cover around the lollipop and threw it into her mouth. "Can't you be a little bit nice with your words? It wouldn't hurt." Luthor grumbled. “Being nice generally isn't something I do. And it sure does when you're nice and stupid at the same time." She calmly replied, savoring the sweet taste of the lollipop in her mouth. "I bet you know how to make people bend to your will without letting you know it. You did it to me and I just realized it.” Luthor remarked, glancing at Rose through the rearview mirror.

Toad asked digging through the box until he found a red lollipop. “You got a passport?” Werewolf asked Knuckles pulling the box towards him. “What flavors are there?” “Strawberry.” Toad said pulling the candy out of his mouth. “What flavor do you want?” Nessie looked in the box and pulled out an off-white lollipop. “Apple pie.” “Hell yeah.” Werewolf said accepting the candy. “Yeah, call me Lollipop all you want.” Lollipop smiled. “These things fucking rock.” Ink came over holding his youngest infant, Camden.

"No. I want... I want you to help me. Take my flowers. With this." Lily stared, then burst out laughing, clutching her sides. "What? Shalling, are you serious? A dildo? Me?" Why is she laughing? This hurts. "I'm dead serious. I'm tired of waiting for some guy to break my heart. You're my friend—please." She wiped her eyes, still giggling. "Girl, no way. First, I'm straight as an arrow. Second, this?" She poked the toy. "Looks like it belongs in a sci-fi movie. You'd regret it tomorrow."

Her eyes sparkled with warmth and innocence, and her smile was the kind that could melt the hardest of hearts. Ethan’s expression softened immediately. He crouched down to her level and smiled faintly. “What is it, sweetheart?” Lorry shook her head and instead took his hand gently between her tiny fingers. Ethan winced slightly—his finger still bore the cut from the night before. With great care, Lorry pulled something from her pocket: a small bandage, bright and colorful, with a smiling cartoon face printed on it. She wrapped it carefully around his finger. “There,” she said with a proud smile. “Now your boo-boo will heal faster.” After a pause, she reached into her other hand and held out

I wasn't about to wreck a home. "So dumb." I wipe my eyes on my knees, but the tears don't stop. I look up and can see people making their way through the trees towards me. I sniff and rest my chin on my hands. My eyes trail down, and through my blurry vision, I can see dozens and dozens of flowers blooming around me. I furrow my brow, wiping at my eyes again and moving to sit on my knees and crouch over the flowers. I hadn't wiped my hands on the ground, but they were still blooming. Pink ones, purple, white. Still smaller than a quarter, but slightly bigger than the last ones I made bloom. And there were a lot more of these too. They continued to appear around where I sat as I watched.

Soft music played from hidden speakers, and the air was perfumed with the scent of my favorite flowers. Liam stood beside the table, dressed in a suit that I had never seen before, his usually casual demeanor replaced by something more formal yet equally nervous. He held a single white lily—the same flower he had given me when I woke from a long sleep after he found me, before the memory poison, before the Institute, before everything that had complicated and enriched our lives. "What's all this?" I asked, unable to keep the wonder from her voice. "This," Liam said, crossing to me and offering the lily, "is what happens when your mate realizes he hasn't properly dated his wife in nearly two

“I didn’t mean to bring up Lily. I know things are complicated with her.” “It’s no problem,” Luna replies, though I can tell the mood has shifted. “You don’t have to apologize for mentioning her.” Liam, who has been listening to our conversation, suddenly jumps in with a joke. “Well, some people are allergic to flowers and perfumes, so that’s probably why I can’t smell anything special.” We all laugh at his comment, and the awkward moment passes. Liam has a good sense of humor and always knows how to lighten the mood when things get tense.

I caught the sight of her exposed thigh from the slit dress she wore, and I could feel my heart racing faster. I stood up abruptly, presenting the flowers to her as a way of hiding the enormous nervousness I felt. “Sunflowers for a lady who is as beautiful and bright as the sun" “With all pleasure, sire" Natalie said, receiving the flowers. “Thank you so much Maurice, the massage, I feel better now" I kissed her hands while she smelt the flowers. “Let's eat Nat, it's getting late. Tell me about Letticia, your new friend!"