Rogue Florist Novels & Stories

“I am going to make sure you and your son are secure within my pack. You’ll have your own home. You’ll have access to everything my pack has to offer. Schooling for the baby when he comes of age, health care–” “At what cost?” “Helping my mother with her upcoming party.” She stares at me in shock then goes entirely pink in the cheeks. “You’re joking.” “I’m serious. She needs a florist to help her finish preparations for the party taking place at the botanical gardens this weekend. You’re a florist–” “A botanist–” “A botanist,” I correct, cutting her off. “Therefore you’re perfect.” “What’s the catch?” “Why would you think there’s a catch?”

Since I haven't met my fated mate which the moon goddess give specifically to you, he wants me to pick a chosen mate and he thinks Eliza is a good fit. To be honest, I can't stand her. She's mouthy, entitled and treats the pack members like crap as she thinks she is the next luna. Chuckling to myself, I'd rather give up my position as the next Alpha then to be stuck with her. She has been known to getting around in this pack, I'm not sure who she hasn't slept with. Luckily, I never have. The Snow Crest Pack is nestled up in the mountains, it's cold most of the year but the summer is pretty tolerable. It's a beautiful place with 10,000 acres of land, we are one of the biggest packs in this co

"Good evening! How can I assist you today again?" Liam mustered a small smile and gestured toward the array of flowers before him. "I'd like to create a special bouquet for someone. A bouquet that says 'I'm sorry' and 'I care.'" The florist nodded understandingly. "Of course. Let me help you choose the perfect combination." She walked alongside Liam, pointing out different flowers and explaining their meanings. They picked roses, symbolizing love and affection, as the base of the arrangement, representing Liam's heartfelt emotions towards Rose.

After another subtle nod from the Alpha, Lucianne sighed in despair and defeat before her eyes turned sapphire blue, and Officer Laila went through the questions quickly, “Name?” “Margaret Nyphea Rouge.” “Age?” “33.” “Birth pack?” “Fleet Wood.” Lucianne and Tate exchanged shocked glances. Fleet Wood was demolished by rogues years ago. Their Alpha and Luna were killed along with everyone else. No one survived. Margaret and Stella must have been casted out before then. Wait, were the rogues who destroyed Fleet Wood…Margaret’s rogues? “Husband’s name?” Margaret swallowed a lump in her throat before Lucianne’s Authority compelled her to answer. She did so in a small voice, “I have no husband.”

Flora anxiously said, “What daughter? Don’t talk nonsense. I don’t have a daughter!” Griffin chuckled. “Fine, Nephele is my daughter. She has nothing to do with you either.” Flora was happy. “It's best that we are not related. I don’t want to have anything to do with a lousy man like you.” She raised her hand, and there was a big diamond ring on all her five fingers. “Do you see this?” “These are diamond rings! There are five in total! I’m now every man’s ideal type! “As long as I occasionally call them ‘Handsome’, people will give me tons of cash right away. My studio is receiving up to one hundred bouquets of fresh flowers every day. Do you know that?”

I need a clever answer right now, or his private investigators will look closer at my background file and find my true flower boutique. I quickly slide back into my twin sister's arrogant, proud posture. I force a loud, careless scoff to leave my lips and toss my hair over my shoulder. I quickly tuck my bare hands deep inside the wide sleeves of my dark robe to hide my rough florist calluses from his sharp eyes.

A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes. I spring into motion immediately, all my training kicking in. I knock the first one down just before he shifts into his wolf, wrapping the wire around his neck and pulling hard. Suddenly, the clearing is a battlefield. Weapons clash against weapon, rogues fall down. I roll to the side, avoiding the snapping of fangs as a wolf lands where I stood a second ago. From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself.

Rocky placed one hand on the railing, still smiling as he called out: “I’m withdrawing the Eclipse Vine. Gifting it—completely free—to the bidder in Room No.1. Any and all losses? I’ll cover ’em. Heh…” The place erupted. Everyone’s gaze shot upstairs. Through the curtain, someone could just be seen gently sniffing a small, white flower. No one knew where he’d picked it from. “He just gave away something worth a billion?! He’s definitely nuts!” “I always heard young master Croft was a spoiled rich kid with issues. Guess it’s true…” “Wait—is the duel canceled now?!” “This is way more fun than another Skyward Flame! Holy shit HAHAHA!” Rocky took a few moments to enjoy the scent of the delicate

Rudolph said. "Enough!" She shouted. She just didn't want to hear any word from this man. Not only was he disgusting, his words were disgusting to her. He added after few seconds," agreed." "Good," Rudolph said," I'll take you to Orville's manor, he must informe me that you have signed his marriage document before I can pay for your brother's health bill." "I have never seen a man so despicable as you, trust me," Flora said painfully.

Oliver called. We all groaned. We marched out to begin the unloading. I stopped abruptly when I saw the company name plastered on the side of the truck. All these flowers came from the Broken Creek pack? Blood drained from my face and felt faint. The driver climbed out of the truck jiggling a set of keys. I backed into the house. That’s Aster, I dealt with him a bunch of times but back then he wasn’t delivering flowers he was selling wolf enhancers.