The Flower Room Novels & Stories

She replied. “Under no circumstances should you leave this room. And if she wakes, contact me immediately.” I instructed her as I walked to the door. “Yes, Alpha.” “Thank you.” I said, and I shut it behind me. ‘How are we going to use the flower?’ I thought to myself as I walked down the hall to the secret room where the flower had been placed. I trusted my territory members, but not so much to tell them about something that rare. And I didn’t also want to act so naïve that other alphas’ didn’t have spies in disguise in my home. Especially, Killian. So the existence of the flowers was hidden from all but a few of my generals and advisors who were there when Liana came.

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!"

Is it a fetish to fuck with my life they feel? I pushed the door and entered, watching the light turn on by itself, illuminating the entire large room of the suite. The room is largely decorated in shades of white and gold, the fluffy rug on the floor over the light carpet, the glossy wooden table for reading in the corner with an armchair, the detail that caught my attention was the delicate arrangement of flowers in a vase small, I immediately remembered my father, knowing how to identify it right away because it was hard not to know that they were pink alstroemerias, I projected my eyes to the lamps on the sides of the bed on the corner table and there were more small vases with flowers,

"Oh! No one ordered flowers in this room, sir. Try the other room..." "For Mrs. Margaux Scum of Room 702." The old man looked at the small piece of paper attached to the bouquet, making sure of the room number. She frowned and then looked at the number on the door. Her eyes immediately widened upon reading the same number. 'What the...' "So, Mrs. Scum, here's your bouquet." The old man gave her the flowers again. "And here's your card." He then gave her a gentle smile, forcing her to take the card. "And here's my congratulations on your wedding."

I should be fine. Pleasantries were exchanged at the gates and throughout my entrance into the house. I made my way to my room, the anticipation of what awaited me draining since it was unknown. The door creaked open, and I gasped at the sight before me. The room had undergone a profound transformation in my absence. It was as if someone had closed down a florist shop As I stepped into my room, an enchanting scene unfolded before me. The air was saturated with the intoxicating aroma of various flowers, each blossom contributing its unique fragrance to the symphony. The sight was a visual feast, a kaleidoscope of colors that adorned every corner of the room.

The elevator doors slid open, revealing yet another closed door. Flora Amor frowned in curiosity. What was this room? Could it be the conference room? She remembered Dixal saying they’d be attending a meeting. Moments later, the door opened. Dixal took her hand and gently led her inside. She scanned the room with furrowed brows. It looked nothing like a conference room—just a small office with a desk and two swivel chairs facing each other, a laptop resting on the polished surface.

Cold. ​I reached the door at the end of the hall. Room 4. My prison for twenty years. ​I pushed the door open. It creaked. ​The room was tiny. A cot in the corner. A small wooden desk. No window. ​But it wasn't empty. ​I froze. ​The room was clean. The floor was swept. And on the small desk, there were fresh flowers in a cracked jar. White lilies. ​I stepped inside, my armor feeling suddenly too large for the space. I touched the flowers. They were fresh—picked today.

] The staff used to be shocked, but then they soon learned to just shrug it off as another day at the office. "Ms. Douglas, what's the plan for today's flowers?" my assistant asked. "Same as always. Send them to the hospital and the old folks' home." Those flowers could at least make someone's day a little brighter. However, it was not just flowers that he was sending me. There were gifts of all kinds too. Jewelry? I sent them back. Masterpiece paintings? Declined. Once, he even bought a painting that I had always dreamed of owning.

I let my eyes adjust, and my heart soars when I realize that I ended up right where I wanted to be. There are two doors in the room: one likely leads to a closet and the other to the exit. I walk over to what I believe to be the closet door and am rewarded when her scent washes over me. A few outfits are hanging, and a couple of pairs of shoes. That tells me that she comes back home from time to time. There’s nothing else interesting in the room, so I walk out and close the door. I walk over to the dresser and see two picture frames on top of it. Looking around the room, I see different pictures and posters on the walls. This is definitely my little flower’s room.

The brutality here was in another realm, Aria vividly remembered a man falling with blood gushing out of his mouth and another passing over him without a second glance… the guard barking commands of how the bosses despised weakness. She couldn't walk straight and almost stumbled but was pushed forward again. “Walk,” a guard had snapped at her. Then came the flower room, she stood in awe as it stole her breath. This time the guard didn't push her, everybody found it amazing. The only problem was that only the boss or his cleaner Lala was allowed. Aria stood as tears once more gushed down her bony cheeks, the glass walls surrounding it, the softly glowing lanter