Plum Blossom Troy Novels & Stories

Troy shuts her eyes and lets herself stand there for a moment beneath the heat, breathing slowly while steam fills the luxurious bathroom around her. Then her eyes drift toward the bottles standing neatly beside the wall. Body wash, shampoo, and soap. All his. Without thinking about it, she grabs the body wash and squeezes some into her palm. The second she opens it, the scent hits her instantly. Dorian. The smell of cold forests, smoke, with a hint of something sharp and wild underneath, all comes together to form one picture in her mind. Troy’s eyes flutter closed at the smell. Oh God. She rubs the soap between her hands before smoothing it slowly over her body. Across her arms.

Not in a way that felt invasive. But in the way flowers know where the sun is. Zoe texted me nearly every night. Zoe: Still reeling from your glow-up. Also your life. Also your rooftop view. How’s it feel to be living in a P*******t board? Me: Exhausting. Amazing. Unreal. All three at once. Zoe: Come home soon for ramen night. Lucas keeps pretending he doesn’t miss you, but he keeps sighing dramatically when your name comes up.

"Something came up at work. Wait for me at home, I'll be back early." I didn't call him out on it. After he left, I accepted Mabel's friend request. Her latest post was a photo of a sea of roses with the caption. "My love planted my favorite roses with his own hands." My chest tightened. So, even the roses weren't planted for me. Before we got married, he had promised to give me a field of roses all my own. But he was always busy, and I'd never brought it up again. He suddenly prepared a sea of roses because someone else wanted it.

I said, placing an arm over each. The day went by better and better as the sun began setting. We ate so much food, drank so much wine, and when it was close to bedtime, the doorbell rang. Troy answered the door and came back with a bright smile. A huge bouquet of roses in his hands, with an envelope and a big gold box. "Wow, what is that?" I asked him as he smiled from ear to ear. "It's not mine, sunshine," he says placing the bouquet in front of me.

I murmured. "I've heard that Flower Moonlight is the peak of positive energy, grr," Troy replied. "Indeed, the energy is incredibly powerful," Charlotte exclaimed with delight. "Bro, are you a werewolf or something?" Troy asked, his tone filled with irritation. "Oh my, no! I'm just happy, that's all," Charlotte muttered. Troy raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "Well, I suppose happiness can make you do strange things." I chuckled, amused by their banter. "Come on, Troy. Embrace the beauty of the flower moonlight. It's a moment of serenity and connection with nature."

"Troy, don't be afraid. Today's your birthday. I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday." She was holding a gift box and a cake in one hand, and a bouquet of double-petaled cherry blossoms in the other. The moment I saw the flowers she offered me, memories suddenly flooded back. Beneath the cherry blossom trees, she had once wrapped her arms around me and confessed her love. Back then, her gaze and sweet words had felt so real. "Troy, you remind me so much of the person I love most. Let's never be apart for the rest of our lives, okay?"

As I watched the silver nightingale swallow my message and disappear into the sky, I hid the box inside the secret compartment in our room. I was certain no one would return tonight, but the front door suddenly swung open the next second. It was Troy Hudson, my mate. A faint trace of alcohol clung to him, and in his arms sat a bouquet of white roses still wet with dew—my favorite. "Why didn't you turn on the lights?" he asked with a soft laugh. He reached into his coat and pulled out a small box. When he opened it, the gentle glow of a moonstone spilled out, illuminating the utter tenderness in his eyes.

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

My lovely best friend has found his man. It didn't help my efforts to be the ice queen of the car with Rocco's scent, even in a large car with its windows open sneaking up on me. Earthy, rich and tempting as usual. Wasted on me now I tell my wolf, clenching my fists and my legs. As we pulled up outside my house, the pink roses bushes still blooming outside the classic wooden structure I quickly got out, slamming the door. Troy got out too, slower heading round to the front, "Hey man you want a drink?"