Sassy Flower Novels & Stories

While me and my fresh flowers . Still nothing until now!

He said, "Uhmm…" I hummed, "One more thing, can you suggest a good sensitive flower that can brighten someone's day up perfectly just by the first sight," I ignored the curious scowl on Vitali's face, "Well, good timing because after our last visit to Kristen's home I took an interest in flowers," He smiled suggestively, I nodded interestingly, "That is nice, so what do you suggest?" "I suggest Lobelia, Lavender, and Mountain Rose Succulent. These two are perfect." He said,

The two bit-I mean the two flowers are known for their beauty and noble demeanor, worthy of being at the top of the young society high circle… One of the flowers is a notorious Villainess, she is proud and arrogant, and anyone below her rank is nothing but a mere insect. She strikes with her insults and publicly humiliates her victim… that’s the original Satiana Von Evanson “the Notorious Evanson Crazy Bitch” is her gossip nickname… The other is a gentle princess with a noble and kind demeanor; she wears bright colors, like sweets, kind to everyone! But of course, that’s only a façade…

That afternoon, my flower shop was open for business. The space was modest, but the vibe was warm and inviting. A few potted plants sat by the entrance, and the glass window bore the words “Rosini Flowers”, carrying my family name and not the Colombos. Cassandra came with a bouquet of lilies. Vittoria showed up as well with a tray of tiramisu and her two kids. Filippo made time alongside his security detail, champagne in hand. His presence gave the neighbors a scare since a big man in a dark suit and shades didn’t look like the type to browse flowers.

She's not a flower shop. ***

“Sasha takes them for me. She donates them to a charity I believe unless there is something particularly special about them.” “Special how?” Owen asked. They watched as Seb’s girlfriend, Jacinta, threw herself at him and then shrieked with laughter as he shook his sweaty hair over her before dragging her, protesting, up against him so that she could feel his sweat-wet shirt against her. “Some make them from scratch, or embroider them by hand… All sorts of things. And the flowers, Sasha puts on graves and memorials along the road. She says it keeps her entertained to do so, as well as being more environmentally friendly.”

“This is yours, Arya. I should have given you this before now, but it totally slipped my mind.” Nine pairs of eyes zoned in on us, watching our exchange. Cassie Fletcher was a household name. Apart from being the spoiled last child of her wealthy parents, she was also a top model for high end brands. They were probably wondering how Cassie and I knew each other. I took the flowers from her and placed them on my lap, my face blank. I was in no mood to pretend to be happy that she was here when I knew she only wanted to cause trouble.

“I promise they will not harm you. Our flowers do not contain the same pollen your earth flowers do.” She was tempted. After an internal debate, she leaned forward and touched the petals with the tips of her fingers. “This is unreal. They’re so soft.” “We have a bed of pillis,” Razzy said. “Come. I’ll show you.” She turned to follow the girl and frowned. “I don’t know what ‘pillis’ are.” Razzy stopped suddenly and lifted a hand to point in front of her. “That’s them.” Becca’s jaw dropped. Tiny flowers with petals in every color ever created covered a large section of the garden, making them look like they were a kaleidoscopic wave.

Iris said, watching him move through the garden with obvious familiarity. "As I know them." He paused beside a bed of flowers that resembled nothing she'd ever seen—blooms that shifted color with each breath, petals that seemed to be made of crystallized moonlight. "This one Eleanor cultivated specifically for my needs. She called it Rosa eternis—the eternal rose." When he touched the flower, it responded with a note so pure and beautiful that Iris felt tears spring to her eyes. The plant's glow intensified, and its voice joined the chorus with what could only be described as contentment.

I study her face for a moment before reaching for the parcel beside me. The paper wrapping crinkles softly beneath my fingers as I begin opening it carefully. Aspyn leans slightly closer, anticipation practically shining in her eyes. When the wrapping finally parts fully, I lift the flower from within. It is smaller than most ordinary blossoms, almost delicate in appearance. Dark crimson petals curl inward around a black center dusted faintly with silver pollen. Beautiful. Deadly. Aspyn stares openly at it. “That?” she asks quietly. I smile faintly.