Rogue Florist Novels & Stories

I have never seen a man so horrified to discover the truth, it was comical how petrified he looked right now. "In my entire twenty-five years of life this is honestly the first time I have ever seen my brother speechless," Blake managed to say through the laughter. "A rogue? Your mate is a rogue?" "If you want to be technical about the entire thing I am a rogue Alpha. So I guess that puts me a step above your average rogue," I shrugged with a certain confidence about my words. "In that case, I must apologize Blake, I was unaware that she was your mate. I thought you would have marked her by now," and there was Lex's arrogance once more, assuming that he knew everything and had the right to c

I pushed through and kept walking to my place of work. I finally got to the flower shop, I brought out the key and opened it up. I began to set things in order, dusting and watering the plants. Every now and then customers would pop into the store to get something but would bluntly refuse to attend to them or they would mock me and call me names. I took every insult and every rejection with a smile on my face. Even when I was on the verge of a breakdown. I couldn’t wait for my shift to be over.

the woman said with a wide, unnerving smirk that made me want to rip it right off her face. Flaring my nostrils, I spat at the woman, but she stepped back and shook her head unimpressed. "And there you go, a rogue in her natural form," she said in a mocking tone, her lips curling back. "A bitch." "Why am I here against my will?" I snapped. "You stole from us and you're a rogue," she said. "I stole from humans and since when is it a crime to be a rogue?" She stepped forward and grabbed my hair, before pulling my head back. "You're not allowed to talk back, Mutt!"

Was that why he was trying to bind me to some stupid rules? A scoff left my mouth and I stamped on the paper. I raised a hand, placing a hand on my chest. “I, Thorne Frost, the Rogue King of the Duskmere, hereby pledge my loyalty to this bond” “Good, by the time you get outside, you will find your daughters by the car,”

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.

“If Viv can’t handle it, I can pour drinks. We keep him happy.” His gaze flicked toward her. “And judging by the state of that florist shop out there, I’d say you’re doing something right.” Despite herself, Rose huffed a small breath. “Still don’t know what we’re going to do with all those flowers,” he added. “Neither do I,” she said. A beat passed. “Guess I’ll go then.” Luke nodded once. Rose stepped back out into the bar. Viv was behind the counter, stringing garlic up between the rows of roses like some kind of chaotic decoration.

It was a gift from my mother, who had carefully cultivated each flower before passing on the knowledge and love for it to me. I knelt down beside my prized *Midnight Flame* tulips, gently trimming away the excess leaves, making sure each delicate petal would bloom perfectly by morning. The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow across the garden, and for a moment, I could almost forget the stress of the outside world. For a while now, I had been battling the land developers trying to buy out this corner of Eldenbrook. They wanted to replace the small, quiet flower shop with some trendy boutique or office complex. But this shop was my family’s heart and soul, and I refused to let anyone take t

So, I threw myself into the little details. By mid-morning on the second day, I was standing in front of a florist’s stall, arguing over roses. “No, no, you don’t get it,” I insisted, hands planted on my hips. “These look like they’ve already been through heartbreak. How am I supposed to convince anyone of romance with petals that look like they’re giving up on life?” The florist—a tired-looking man with streaks of soil on his hands—sighed like I was his personal punishment. “They’re fresh. They came in this morning.”

“I heard your boy did a romantic shit in front of my company. Where’s the flower?” I blinked continuously. Oh! I left the flower in my car. He parted his legs and sat straight. “Come here…” I shot an eyebrow up. “I am not your dog, Rogue.” He chuckled with humor. “Not a dog, but my wife. C’mon, Lily. Come here and make your husband happy.” This time, I was the one who laughed at him. “Do you expect me to pleasure you like how you want your woman to please you? I am not your slut, Rogue.”

Everything she might need for the trials ahead. Killian leaned against the wooden doorway, watching her quietly. Seraphina sighed without looking up. "You've been staring for ten minutes." Killian cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. "I was trying to think of something romantic." "Oh?" "Apparently, I'm terrible at it." She smirked. "You are." Killian reached into his heavy cloak, pulling out a small bouquet of wildflowers. Simple, vibrant, and beautiful. Seraphina blinked. "Flowers?"