Rogue Florist Novels & Stories

“That so?” I swallowed hard but didn’t look away. “Yes.” The rogue smirked. “Then you’re either very brave… or very stupid.” Probably both. Damien’s patience thinned. “Are you going to let us through or not?” The rogue studied him for a long moment. Then, to my surprise, he stepped aside. “Welcome to the borderlands,” he said, grinning. “Try not to get killed.” ⸻ The rogue territory was unlike anything I had ever seen.

, Juliet exclaimed "Let's ask someone. I'm sure it's still around", Meg said quickly. They walked up to a petite woman behind a huge table. "Uhm, sorry to disturb but we were wondering about a particular gown that has been on display for quite sometime. You see, my friend here wants to get it and now it's no longer there. Has it been moved?", Meg asked The woman broke out in a grin, all smiles. "You want that gown?" Juliet nodded. "Yup. Definitely"

I ruffle her hair, then stare at the coffee maker, waiting patiently so I can go serve the customers who are waiting. "You're trying to switch the topic, but I'd still let you know that having feelings for a guy like Killian will only make your life complicated. There are good-looking werewolves out there, the ones who aren't smelly though. You can find a nice guy. Or maybe even human. They're not so bad." Clover tells me, her face straightening into seriousness. And I chuckle because her mindset is way too mature for her age. When I set the cups on the tray to fix the coffee, I see Clover sneaking out something from her hoodie pocket, only this time it's not a blood bag, but a bottle that c

I walked round to the front of the flower shop and saw that the florist was about to lock up for the day. "Wait!" I shouted from a little distance. "What is it?" the florist asked me. "I want to buy a bouquet of red roses." I answered. "Sorry pal. I'm closed for the day. Come back tomorrow." the florist replied and clicked the padlock. "But i need it tonight." I said. "I don't care." he replied. I could have controlled him to get back into the flower shop and bring out the roses with him but what's the fun in that?

A wealthy freak, so that’s apparently OK. They really don’t know whatever they’re talking about… or how they are too close to the truth. Only god knows what will happen if anyone ever finds out about my freakish ability. My true nature. So help me god, if I can only know what I truly am. I chose to move to Mystical Grove. The village is small and isolated from the big cities. No one knows who I am here. They don’t know that I’m spending my own money, because they believe I have a wealthy grandfather living somewhere else.

and turned, leaving the room. I turned back to the man in front of me as he crouched down. He has soft golden brown eyes and looked at me with sincere concern. He wiped the blood from just under my nose. “Are you alright?” I couldn’t speak, all I could do was nod. He was mere inches from my face and I could smell his scent. The earthy, wooded scent of sandalwood filled my nose and began to drive me crazy. It took everything I had not to jump him right in this moment. From the look he gave me, I knew he could read exactly how I was feeling. It was as if he felt it too.

The man took a step back, startled at my response. " Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't think there was someone in." He replied, chuckling nervously. I folded my hands. " I'm sorry, my name is Mr. James Smith and I wanted to ask, have you seen an injured werewolf nearby? It's the one that got out of the facility it was confined in and we've been looking for it ever since." He said. I opened the door a little wider now, stepping outside. " I just arrived here and unfortunately haven't seen the wolf in question," I replied.

I look at both of them and cross my arms over my chest tapping my foot waiting for an answer. Adam takes a breath before he says to me, “They are from the Rogue King,” he says. I pause for a moment before I laugh. “Do not be silly, Adam; I killed the Rogue King,” I say to him still laughing. He is not laughing. Nor is Jack. Adam moves forward to me putting his hands on both my arms, “Somehow, somewhere someone is claiming to be the Rogue King. The florist they used forwarded me the credit card slip with that name on it,” he says.

"Don't what?" "Don't blame yourself. You don't know that this was about you." “How can I not?” I choked out. “They were asking about the new girl. Why else would trained rogues attack this camp?” "Because rogues attack. It's what they do. We've had problems before—" "Not like this." Maya appeared beside us, her expression dark. "Thomas is right to be worried. This wasn't a random attack. Those wounds—" she glanced back at the covered body, "—were precise. Professional. Someone sent trained fighters."

RUYI WYNTER❦ I was back at my morning job as a florist, tending to freshly delivered flowers. I removed the beautiful roses from their roots, still wrapped in plastic nylon, and replanted them into soil pots. I was doing these continuously for about hundreds of them, as my mind completely slipped through what I was doing and was instead warped by Jace’s betrayal, Whether he was actually trying… truly trying hard to get us out of this mess, because realistically how could we possibly pay off five million dollars?