Rogue Florist Novels & Stories

This wasn't for power, or territory, but for the life-giving strength of a single flower. I narrowed my gaze at the Rogue king, "You… you killed all my packmates for strength of this flower?" The rogue king smiled with a renewed, powerful voice, "Yes, Alpha… Strength is everything, to me... The blue lily gives that to me because of the disease a witch cursed me with not so many years ago and that's why I raid your lands for this tiny delicate flower that only grows in your territory.” My heart sank to my guts upon learning his truth... The rogue king would never stop killing and hurting my packmates over this flower. His torment would never stop until he or I was dead... I needed to put an e

Rogan had even received a link from Azura. Rogan’s heart was not a ease. He was starting to see that there was a ploy here but he did not know how to identify its root. Soon, various reports came in as different people had found these mysterious flowers at different corners on pack grounds. The flower quickly withered when uprooted. This was a clear sign that someone had a hand in this. And the person was either a sorcerer or was in contact with one. Rogan groaned at the situation. His lover was missing, he could not remain calm as a foreboding feeling rose up in his chest.

"I don't grow the flowers myself. I have different distributers that sell me flowers at a reasonable price. I tell my custmers that i grow them just for marketing. I just buy and sell." Finally something useful, James sighed to himself. They looked at eachother and turned back to her. "We are going to need to see the list of all your distributers." They looked through the list for days keeping an eye on them one by one. They still found nothing. But then they got to a name Robel Petro. He was a very rich man in the stock market. What buisness does he have selling flowers.

I am twenty years old, and I have been a rogue my whole life. I don't know who my parents are. I don't know if they are dead or alive or if they ever wanted me. I don't know anything about where I came from. All I know is that I have been on my own since before I can remember, stealing and lying and fighting just to stay alive. That is what rogues do. We do the dirty work. The illegal work. The work that packs do not want to admit needs doing. In return, we get money, food. A chance to see another day.

Flora, now on her guard, introduced herself with forced calmness, grappling with the unexpected turn of events. "Miss Flora, the heiress of Seraphims Holding Company," she introduced herself proudly over the phone. "Oh, I see. So, what can I do for you, Miss Flora?" the DPO asked, maintaining a professional tone. Flora, accustomed to asserting her authority, responded with a commanding tone, "There are two guys in your custody. I heard they hurt Miss Rowan. Is there any way you can wrap up their cases without investigating further? I want the case closed. Send those boys to prison or whatever fits as punishment." Her status as the heiress of a renowned company lent her a certain privilege, o

“Then hold, Florita! We’ll clear you a path.” Roderick’s massive brown wolf was already a storm of violence, tearing through three rogues at once. He ripped free, his growl thundering in the pack link. “They’re stalling us. This isn’t about k*lling us—it’s about keeping her from reaching Luna.” As if to prove him right, the massive rogue leader stepped forward, his presence alone enough to make the air feel heavy. His eyes glowed with that unnatural crimson, his voice cutting through the chaos.

The attack no matter how feeble-should be fatal. Ryan wondered, what kind of training this guy had gone through? 'Guess I will have to follow him myself.' He looked out of his window to find the two Rouge's walking around casually with his pack. They mingled with the others just like regular wolves. Most of his pack who knew about their identity kept themselves away from them. Others who did not, thought them as new additions to the pack. He was about to leave for a meeting when something caught his attention. One of his pack's women was striding angrily towards them. It was Georgia, she was the mother of two kids who were in middle school. Ryan swore when he saw her slap hard across the che

"I have history with this company. I used to be family friends with them, and well, I chose my woman from their family too. That is why tonight, I will not be signing the papers for Roseville. Roxanne Wood, the Wood family's younger daughter, and my woman will be signing these papers tonight." I turned to Florian, but he was looking down at my parents, his smile small. My dad looked like the wind had been knocked out of his lungs, and his hand was resting on his chest, his eyes wide. My mother was already on the floor, her face resting between her palms, her body shaking. "As I said earlier," Florian continued, his eyes fixed on my father. "I prey on negligence, and this is one classic case.

The place was still empty enough for me to watch the scene from afar. It was an older woman, one I didn't recognize that no doubt hailed from Connors pack. She was glaring at a figure on the floor. I gasped as I saw the person. It was a young girl, no less than 13 who was on the floor with a small pink bag strewn across from her. “Please calm down.” An older man — a Rogue — stepped out, reaching for the girl's bag as he looked at the woman. “Why should I?” The woman — at least in her 60s — spat out, pointing her finger at an evidently scared girl.

Every step makes my heart pound harder. Which is ridiculous. I’m Cole Ryder. Football captain. The Rogue. Nothing rattles me. Except apparently one stubborn girl from Ohio. She stops directly in front of me. Points a finger at my chest. And says the last thing I expect. “What was that?” I blink. “You’ll need to be more specific.” And suddenly I know one thing for sure. This conversation? Is about to change everything.