Rogue Florist Novels & Stories

I Arrived at the shadow-core pack’s main driveway, I got a call from Gary Saithe telling me to get my ass over here, Gary is A Vampire -werewolf hybrid known as Alpha to his band of misfit rogues that he likes to keep as pets, his pack was no laughing stock nor to be taken lightly as all pack leaders feared him but Mostly Feared the rogues that he took in as his own members - they were a different sort of breed, not just one race. But a mixture of good and bad. - I killed the Roaring engine to my black sports car and stepped out of the driver’s side straightening out my matching black suit that fitted around me so well. A lingering scent hung in the passing breeze, I took a deep breath inhal

" I cut him off with a cough. Their attention was turned to me, " who is this?" Blondie asked " she's the rogue we just caught dumbass" sadist answered irritatedly. Blondie's eyes widened " the rogue is a 'she'?"" Yes fool! I told you through the mind link" sadist said fustratedly.

“And even if she had, I would have, I would have turned her down. Do you have any idea how much you screwed me over, Ollie? I have all these damned flowers now, that I ordered just for you, wilting in this place…” “Wait – you still have the flowers?” I ask. “I can’t just return them to the fields, can I?” The florist has every right to be pissed at me, but I’m hoping… Maybe I can salvage this situation. “I want to make this right,” I say. “How fast can you get those flowers over here?” The florist considers the words. “An hour, but I want double what you were willing to pay before.” “Fine. That’s fine.” The brothers said the sky was the limit on the funds for this event. I could only hope th

"We get many rogue attack in Red Fire so we treat them and have barely lost a limb in nearly over 10 years to a rogue attack." "What are you saying?, you can stop it?." I ask very confused. In all my years on earth and from what we were taught in school, rogue bites had no cure. You can only soothe the pain and if the rot begins to spread, which it almost always does, the legs get amputated. But here I was, staring at the two men in front of me like I had just seen a ghost, telling me they had the cure to Rogue bites. "We use a sort of soothing balm, like you would call it, made from a special kind of wild flower found only in Red Fire territory." Cedric adds. My eyes widen, while my brain a

She was aware that his question meant that their wedding would come up the next day, and she was not prepared for it, neither was Alfred ready to take anything less than 'yes' for an answer. Nevertheless, the poor, but beautiful florist, had caved a niche for herself in the florist industry because she was dedicated to her profession. As usual, the overconfident Alfred uncrossed his legs, and stood up. He grinned, and walked up to her. Then, he towered over her with his domineering height, which made him irresistible. She would have stopped him from getting closer, but he did not look like one who could be stopped.

Even though I hate to think it, the only reason that I know can make my mother cry if my dad is not dead is if he has been captured by rogues. Rogues are criminals. Unscrupulous beings. Angry and vengeful werewolves that have declared themselves independent from all laws. They attack packs to plunder, leaving maimed and murdered victims in their wake. And when they kidnap, they torture before asking their victim's family for ransom. I shudder with fear at the thought of my daddy in those animals' captivity. I doubt if he would survive two days. "Oh no! No! No! No!..." I find myself muttering to myself as I cry. "That is not the situation. You have to stay positive..."

His face was inscrutable, giving me no indication of what he was thinking or what his next move might be. "I thought rogues were naturally stupid, but I must say it's the second time I've been impressed by a rogue. And the fact that it's a female rogue is even more interesting," he paused to take a deep breath before continuing. "Very interesting indeed." I had no idea what was going on. All I knew was that I needed to make sure that he wasn't going to kill me. That was all that mattered. I took a deep breath and decided to go straight to the point.

“Okay, I’ll ask around. I don’t know what’s up with him. He’s usually quiet too, maybe they really have something going on? Since Sei doesn’t want me around when they talk, it’s more possible that that’s it. Just… I don’t know how she acts either. Let’s just avoid them for now.” Rojean nodded her head, looking out the window at the building. “I don’t want to spoil your plans if that was a test or not. You said they were like one another when it comes to their work. With underground businesses. If they have some sort of fling going on, it’s better for him to know the truth instead of him hurting later on when he finds out that it’s too late because even just mere flirting with him, I’m not go

“Check the vendor code for this one: Bloom & Stem: $380.00. Date is two weeks ago. Is that a regular vendor for the house? I use Fleur et Fils for all standing arrangements.” “One moment, Mrs. Thorne. Checking the household management database... No, Bloom & Stem is not on the approved vendor list. It appears to be a smaller, independent florist specializing in rare orchids. We’ve never used them.” “Curious,” Eleanor murmured, the word devoid of emotion, but her gaze hardening slightly. Igor never dealt with flowers. They were a necessary social lubricant handled by her staff. A personal, expensive purchase of orchids made no sense.

he commanded the rogue and the latter did so without flattering. Fleki took his hand and let it remain there and I stared at the duo, confused because what sort of communication between rogues have them locking hands? Then I heard a loud crack sound as the rogue’s shoulders became dislocated and he cussed under his breath. Fleki discarded him like one would discard a waste but still, the rogue remained solidly behind him.