Queen Of Flowers Novels & Stories

" ------------------ Queen Sue's eyes were cool: She didn't eat gum yesterday. Flower: Hold back, they won't let you eat! Toxic! Queen Su (squinted, smiled very lightly): I will fix the truth, detoxify, recombine cells, why do you... think I'm afraid of this? Flower:... Queen I am wrong I was taken by them biased I am innocent!

The woman once again gazed intently at her reflection. “You are still beautiful! No matter what.” She consoled herself. The agony of that experience was too difficult to handle. Sofia wanted to cease thinking about her past but it continued haunting her. Even though she already changed her name just to forget who she truly was, but she could not deny the truth that she was Clarissa Gonzales, the infamous beauty queen who was dethroned, maligned, and was defamed by the public due to a scandal that ruined everything about her.

A florist wasn't one of the most sought after careers, but I could see how much passion he had for it. "That's amazing," was all that I was able to muster after taking in what he said. "The Queen sounded like such a wonderful person." "She was, yes. And I honor her memory by keeping her experiments going. The snapdragons she had discovered helps with insomnia. This one here," he pointed at a familiar-looking flower, "this one is lilac, the Queen found that it reduces fever and soothes burns, she used it to help some of the palace staff whenever one of them felt ill or burned a hand in the kitchen."

She curiously blurted out while touching the red flower. “I don’t but I do have this feeling that I know someone who loves Camellia. Why? Do you like them?” Turning her gaze at the man, who is already standing near his table and was holding a small bell, “No! Purple Tulips are my favorite.” Jingfei answered and slightly smiled at the man. She indeed once liked Camellia flowers but her taste changed as time passed by. The man just briefly nodded his head before ringing the small bell he had been holding and Jingfei was startled when the wall beside the bookshelf opened and a man dressed in black suit came in.

She is the first woman to ever run a mafia, she was the first woman who controls so much power in the mafia. She is a woman who have prove a point that women are not weak, infact they are strong. She is a woman who walks, sit and dine amongst the most powerful and dangerous men. She is a woman who loves be in control and incharge. She is a woman who won't let anyone step on her. She is a ruthless and fearless woman. She is the Queen of mafia Anyone who dares to oppose or go against her always pay dearly with their lives. Elena layed on the cold ground as she shut her eyes, it was far better off than her bed which was always haunted by nightmares.

I'm starting a new novel! I'm so excited to share with you guys the other novel I've been plotting lately. Queen Of Ace What is this novel all about? =If you haven't read my first novel, His Fragile Flame, I uploaded in this app, this is only "a part" of it but can be read as "stand-alone". This story was written in different character's perspective and her back story before His Fragile Flame. You don't have to read the first book to understand this novel, and I think it's better if you read this before that because HFF has spoilers.

Everyone talked, but few offered their condolences to the young princesses. The twelve young princesses followed their father on foot behind their mother’s coffin. Each of them wore a black dress, each of them carried a small nosegay. Daisies. Roses. Irises. Narcissi. Poppies. Pansies. Violets. Lilies. Hyacinths. Gladioli. Buttercups. Camellias. All of the queen’s favorite flowers. Flowers she had named all of her daughters after. Flowers that she had loved in life, following after her in her death. Weeping and wailing carried through the city, but the twelve little princesses kept their eyes dry. And no one noticed how they stumbled, and how bloodshot, the young girls’ eyes were.

he conveyed a half-shrug, "how do we get to Adler? How do we grab his attention? How do we make him play this game?" Kyra listened. "The answer is a little white flower, which he has kept in a vast garden, and each day, he tells her the world is hers." Kyra's froze. "And that flower," Ruslan smirked, "Is about to lose its petals!" Fuck! Kyra dug into her pocket, fumbling desperately for her phone as Rune's puzzled pupils grazed her cursing frame.... "What's going on?" "Lily," she pressed the phone to her ears, "We need to get Lily..."

Between her legs, this mysterious, delicate flower was fully exposed before Victor. The shy little nub hidden within, the two tightly closed, pink petals, and the moist, sticky fluid slowly oozing out, making her entire mons pubis glisten even more. It was all so breathtakingly beautiful that it snapped the last thread of reason in the man’s mind. Unable to control himself, he lowered his head and opened his mouth to take that luscious, juicy flower into his mouth.

She asks and I know she already knows the answer. "I don't believe I'm ready, Goddess. I'm scared." I say and I feel her lift my chin to look at her. A kind smile adorns her face and her glowing blue eyes look straight into mine. "I gave you a sunflower for a reason. They are beautiful, bright flowers that grow from dirty water. In your case, your past is the dirty water and you are the sunflower. You went through so much yet you pushed through to come out ontop. I wouldn't have chosen you to rule if I thought you were unfit." She says with a small giggle.