Sassy Flower Novels & Stories

I deposited my phone on the bed, surrendering to the impending slumber. In the blink of an eye, I found myself in a picturesque garden, seated on a picnic blanket adorned with an array of delectable treats: chess, bread, sandwiches, potato fries, doughnuts, pizza, burgers, ice cream topped with caramel, and a glass of orange juice. Puzzled by my surroundings, I heard a voice calling out, "Hi, baby, I brought you some flowers." My gaze lifted to encounter Sassy, the woman who hired me, holding daisies. She was stunning in her silver gown, her blue eyes sparkling.

True to Cliff's words Hayden Dark is just too handsome and too hot for his own good. Flower happens to be a Beast from Dense cress who was traveling to Lane creek with some poisons which she usually sold and had stop by the old lady's ruin house to get some rest and a place to sleep. That day when Hayden arrived with his men, she had saw him already from the window and quickly walk into the old lady's room and poisoned her with a promise that she would give her the antidote if she pleaded with Hayden to take het with him. That was how Flower whose name was actually scarlet has her way into the life of Hayden dark.

I was pretty impressed she was upright and a little jealous, to be honest. All of those thoughts flickered and fluttered through my mind as I tried to grasp the large group of what looked like guardsmen and the tall, slender female demon standing next to Theridialis. Sassy's father looked rather uncomfortable even as the woman surged forward with a huge smile, her black hair tied severely at the nape of her neck, tiny triangles of gemstones winking from her right cheek. She wore a flowing gown of gold and red floating from her like a cloud, though the tall and imposing collar seemed slightly ridiculous.

before she could finish her words, Saras already replied. "What are you going to? One thing you must remember, Flora. I'm Saraswati, the heartless girl. And I don't mind killing a parasite" said Saras, grinning like a devil. Flora looked already scared mixed with annoyance. On one side of her, Flora is starting to be afraid of Saras, come on, who isn't afraid of a psychopath girl like Saras! And on the one hand, Flora was annoyed with her friends who couldn't help her in this situation. Damn it!

I caught the sight of her exposed thigh from the slit dress she wore, and I could feel my heart racing faster. I stood up abruptly, presenting the flowers to her as a way of hiding the enormous nervousness I felt. “Sunflowers for a lady who is as beautiful and bright as the sun" “With all pleasure, sire" Natalie said, receiving the flowers. “Thank you so much Maurice, the massage, I feel better now" I kissed her hands while she smelt the flowers. “Let's eat Nat, it's getting late. Tell me about Letticia, your new friend!"

a saleslady said as she approached. She turned and pointed to the necklace she liked. “May I see this one?” she asked, following the saleslady inside. Within a minute, she held the necklace in her hands, examining it carefully. Could this be the gift she would give Ricky's wife? “Miss, do you want others like this?” the saleslady asked. “No, just this one,” Flora Amor replied. “But do you have one with a D in the center?” “Sorry, ma’am. We have other pendants with D, but they’re not heart-shaped.”

"Yea? It's a lily? What about it?" My answer made him snicker as he turned his head in my direction. "It's not a lily. It's called Elnea. It's a flower tended to by the flora fairies that used to follow Eleanor's orders. The sword was what Eleanor knew how to use the best. Eleanor smells like Elnea." So, the flowery scent I smell on Eleanor is Elnea? "So, it has nothing to do with your glory?"

“Isaiah we've run out of space to put them. I'm going to be discharged soon,” “You could open a florist shop with all these flowers,” Sasha said from where she sat beside my bed. I looked around helplessly. She wasn’t wrong. The room looked like a florist’s dream. There were vases filled with roses, tulips, lilies, peonies, daisies, every color imaginable on every flat surface. Even the little table by my bed had two new arrangements from this morning. I loved flowers, he knew I did, but this was too much.

"It looks like a daisy." "It’s a Michaelmas Daisy," Zane said. "Do you know what month that flower belongs to?" I shook my head. "September," Zane said. He leaned in close. "When is your birthday, Scarlett?" "September sixteenth," I whispered. "Exactly," Zane said. He tucked his phone back into his pocket. "He got your birth flower put on his skin. He did it while he was away. He’s been carrying you on his arm for years, even when he was supposed to be forgetting you. Does that sound like a 'step-brother' to you? Or does it sound like someone who can't let go?"

She missed her life before Ash selfishly interrupted. "How much for these flowers?" She asked the seller that was dressed in a simple, plain gown. Her thin arms hurried to dust the flower racks. "Which specific ones?" She flashed a smile in response. "These bright yellow ones." Kassy sighed. "I'll ask my husband, he knows their value." She nodded, "Achu?" The call of his name caused Kassy's eyes to widen. That name was specific to people from the water tribe. Her shock proliferated when it was the same Achu that stepped forward to respond to this shabby looking woman.