Rogue Florist Novels & Stories

Keeping my head down, I try to ignore the footsteps that are quickly approaching me from behind. "Hey!" The voice growls again. "I am talking to you." "Not interested buddy," I say over my shoulder, and I get a good look at the man coming up from behind me. His scent hits my nose and I spit out the word "rogue." "Now what would you know about that, Pretty Lady." His breath is right next to my ear, and I let out a shutter of disgust. "Just leave me alone. I am trying to get home," I lie. Rolling my eyes as he reaches out a hand and tries to rest it on the small of my back. Arching my back away from him, I barely avoid his touch.

But I briskly shove those thoughts away, from her malnourished appearance alone I knew she wasn't my Pack Member. "Kevin!" She chirped in a soft voice which sounded overly familiar and tried to reach me but my guards held her back. "Who is this Rogue?!" I blatantly blurted, my irritation and faint anger hinting alongside. "I'm not a Rogue." She denied with a warm smile complementing her face. "I'm Flora, don't you remember?" She asked with a countenance that endeared. I frowned, there was only one Flora I knew. "My goodness, look how much you've grown. My little boy--."

Rogues. And something more. The air shimmered wrong. CHRIS I heard the alarm as I crossed the northern perimeter. Smoke rose in thick columns. I shifted before I could think, my wolf breaking through in one smooth burst. This wasn’t a simple rogue attack. They were coordinated. Too precise. And in their center, wielding stolen magic like a crown—was Flora. I faltered. She met my eyes and smiled. “Told you I’d fix it.” She turned her hand, and the earth cracked.

“This only makes me want that more. You’re the only person I have now. I think we’ve proven we’ll do anything for each other.” “Yes, I suppose we have,” he chuckles. Then, his face turns more serious. “I think if we’re to be mates, I should tell you how I became a rouge in the first place.” Suddenly, it becomes more difficult to eat. I’ve heard stories of many rouges and the awful things they did to be banished to the fringes of the forest. This person I know to be kind, clever, and wonderful isn’t someone I can imagine doing something awful. But he has a past. His past could be bad.

"I like it." "Felix could arrange the deliveries," she continued, clearly warming to her idea. "We could include small cards with both our names." "I'll have him make the arrangements," I agreed, reaching for my phone. "Wait!" Amber's hand shot out to stop me. "I should contact the florist myself." I raised an eyebrow. "Any particular reason?" "Moonflower Florist," she said, as if the name explained everything. My curiosity was piqued. "What's special about this florist?"

My mate was in danger. But when I caught up with their scents, only in a matter of seconds, what I saw was another story. Flora wasn’t in danger…she was fleeing with the rogue. “FLORA!” My voice was a fierce growl as they halted in their path. Betrayal punched me in the gut. How dare my own mate betray me like this! The rogue pushed Flora behind him and stood guard as if to protect her from me. A rogue protecting my mate from me? How dare they!

Andre, “I don’t know but something big is happening! I can feel it!” Evan, “please just chill, I don’t need this shit today!” I opened the door to the diner and her smell hit me first! The most amazing smell of dark chocolate coffee hit me and almost knocked me backward. The second thing I sensed is she is a rouge! What the hell is happening? How did I walk into the only restaurant that had a fucking rogue working there? I scanned the room until I locked eyes with the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. But she was a rogue!

"And the rogues?" I asked. "Did we send a message to them?" Austin smiled, that cold, empty smile that I'd come to recognize as him being particularly pleased about something. "Hask arrived at their camp with news that the pack is now fully reorganized under a new Alpha, that our intelligence network has been dismantled, and that anyone from the pack found assisting them will be permanently exiled. He also arrived wounded, because I made sure the sentries managed to get one good slash in as he escaped. The rogues now know that helping defectors will give them injured resources and no information advantage." He moved his king forward with deliberate care. "It's the optimal outcome. They'll pr

I inquired, hoping for an alternative. "Well, to break the seal quickly without mating, you would need to find a snowdrop flower that grows in the Dark Rogue wolf area," Priestess Vella explained. "However, we can't be certain if this flower only grows in January." The Dark Rogue wolf area was notorious, a place no one returned from once entered. It was said to be a haven for feral and wild wolves who rejected the pack system and despised rules. Stepping into their territory meant fighting for your life. "Going to the Dark Rogue Land is not an option either. Both options seem difficult," I admitted, feeling overwhelmed.

The wheel loader gathered up the crushed flowers and dumped them in the back of the Isuzu, filling it. “What are you all still standing around for?! Hurry up and drag that driver out here! Doesn’t he know who I am?! They even dared to destroy the surprise I prepared for the man I like! I want them to bear the consequences! “Drag them out here and beat them up! They should compensate me for my flowers!” What Roxy cared about was not the flowers. It was her pride, and that her plan had been ruined. There was no need to ask to know that it was either Laurence or Noelle who arranged for that wheel loader.