Pendragon Flower Shop Novels & Stories

Silence… Red Dragon turned slowly, and I saw my father tremble as their eyes met. “I didn't ask if she's worthy. I asked, ‘Where is she?’” Everybody went mute, nobody dared cough, joy filled my heart as I watched my father panic. His gaze darted back and forth, I have never seen him this afraid. Then his gaze caught Sarah approaching from the stairs. “I’m sorry, my Lord. Octavia is not available. But I can show you to Sarah, my beloved daughter, instead.” I swallowed hard. Then Sarah stepped into the spotlight. The moment she got to the sitting room, all eyes fell on her. She knelt before the Red Dragon, covering up her pretense. A strange feeling held me down.

Jayden teased, taking her hand. “It’s the magic in the details that made the decorations special, something some organizers forget over the years.” “Thank you,” Deborah said, blushing slightly. “Well, let’s go in; my friend is already waiting for us,” David said, opening the doors to the shop. With that, they entered the shop, which was filled with bouquets of various sizes, loose flowers, decorative paper, and sculptures of different sizes and shapes made from flowers and leaves. “Ah!” James got excited when an employee passed by carrying one of the floral sculptures.

a saleslady said as she approached. She turned and pointed to the necklace she liked. “May I see this one?” she asked, following the saleslady inside. Within a minute, she held the necklace in her hands, examining it carefully. Could this be the gift she would give Ricky's wife? “Miss, do you want others like this?” the saleslady asked. “No, just this one,” Flora Amor replied. “But do you have one with a D in the center?” “Sorry, ma’am. We have other pendants with D, but they’re not heart-shaped.”

Whatever the reason for his disappearance all these years wouldn’t matter, he just wanted to have a chat like the old times. Finally, he reached the jewelry shop. The shop was just at the right corner of the shopping district. It seemed fairly new as the shop’s name Maiden’s Rose Jewelries were embroidered with fresh golden paint. The storefront had many jewelry of different kinds displayed with pictures of cherry blossoms. It seemed kind of out of place since it was already autumn now. But the designs are definitely a mixture of elegance and chic. Honestly, it felt a bit feminine for his taste and if his memory served him right, Fin often showed complete disgust in the presence of feminine

But she knew they would not bother her kingdom so long as they made their yearly sacrifice. Last year, it had been a small girl named Priska Pinge. She was only ten and only a sliver of a thing. The dragon hadn’t been happy. Some might think it impossible to read a dragon’s expression, but Nya could tell he’d hoped for something more substantial. She figured the small girl wouldn’t hold his appetite over for the month it would take before the next Dragon Moon. The next month, it would be Davendwar’s turn to supply the dragon with a sacrifice. If they failed to do so, the entire kingdom would pay the price as the dragon would destroy village after village until the king relented and brought f

Then he could explain what that was about. Passing several shops down the stretch, the flower store was an average one around the corner on the first floor. I opened the glass door, immediately being hit by a wave of rosy incense. A size-zero older woman with gray hair gathered in a high ponytail sat behind the counter. She scratched her wrinkled jaw and glanced up from her book. Her pewter gray eyes narrowed slightly upon me. "Hello, I'd like to buy some moonflowers, please. Do you have anymore?" I asked, resting my hands on the glass countertop.

As the heir of the Tenebris, darkness Dragons, and Princess of all 8 clans, I should uphold the same views, but I couldn't, thanks to my father. The shop was rather busy when we entered. Several women ogled pieces on the mannequins but looked disgruntled when the assistants to the shop told them the prices. It seemed that the plummet in currency affected everyone. The owner of the shop stared down at us as we browsed alongside the rest of her customers. By the looks of it, we would be the only ones who purchased anything, but the burly woman with terrible grey streaks still glared. Cyra aimed for a turquoise gown in the furthest corner, with white embellishments. Everything was made of sub-p

Waiting beautifully for the candles stuck in it to be lit. Pandora was silent for a moment. Observing all the elements that amazed her. Two small ceramic plates were arranged nearby, along with a stemmed glass, a bottle of fermented milk, and a cake knife placed close by. Then there was a bouquet of flowers, large and captivating, as if stopping Pandora from the flow of time. She glanced at Kingston briefly, realizing that the man was reaching out to take the bouquet of flowers with care. “I didn’t know what to buy you.” Pandora giggled softly as Kingston spoke so honestly. Her husband scratched his forehead, which wasn’t itchy, and moved stiffly, looking so awkward as he tried to hand her t

It was a gift from my mother, who had carefully cultivated each flower before passing on the knowledge and love for it to me. I knelt down beside my prized *Midnight Flame* tulips, gently trimming away the excess leaves, making sure each delicate petal would bloom perfectly by morning. The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow across the garden, and for a moment, I could almost forget the stress of the outside world. For a while now, I had been battling the land developers trying to buy out this corner of Eldenbrook. They wanted to replace the small, quiet flower shop with some trendy boutique or office complex. But this shop was my family’s heart and soul, and I refused to let anyone take t

I asked him. "That's right." Pierre frowned and looked over. "Two weeks? We can't go to Paris and come back and be set up in that time.... We'll have to stay," he told me and sighed. "Darn it." "Are you still there?" The guy on the phone asked. "Yeah, where can we meet so I can look at the eggs?" I asked him. "My dragon shop actually. I'll text you the address and you can stop by any time. Tell the store clerk that Henry sent you over for the Artic dragons in the back."