The Flower Room Novels & Stories

A room full of flowers. And not like lots of flower pots here and there. There wasn't a single inch of that guest room that wasn't filled with bouquets of flowers, garlands and petals on the floor, in addition to that almost suffocating smell, as if Alice had been buried by an avalanche of flowers. Well, that was a good definition for what seemed to have happened there, anyway. “What... What happened here?” she asked, her eyes wide as she turned to Massimo and Millicent.

Without them, I'm just Maya Rossi, daughter of a crime lord, pawn in a game I didn't choose. I slide my key card, push open the door, and stop. The room has been transformed. More flowers. Dozens of white roses, filling every surface—on the desk, the dresser, the windowsill, spilling from vases and baskets and arrangements that must have cost a small fortune. The air is thick with their scent, sweet and overwhelming and impossibly romantic. In the center of the bed, a single red rose stands in a crystal vase, a card propped against it.

The room was… a lot. A massive bed sat in the center, shaped like a heart and covered in red rose petals. More petals were scattered across the floor, leading from the door to the bed in a romantic trail. Candles lined the windowsills and the dresser, all unlit for now but clearly meant to set a mood later. The curtains were drawn back to reveal a private balcony overlooking the ocean. Nora looked around slowly. “What are the flowers for?” she whispered. I forced a smile. “Decoration,” I said.

“Listen. I know I haven’t been kind to you in the past. But I’m trying to make amends now. Truly.” Callum looked at me. I nodded to him, forcing a smile, and followed his mother up the stairs. The Rose Room was aptly named for its soft, rosy pink wallpaper and the large, circular window overlooking the rose gardens below. Many of the bushes were just barely starting to bloom, bright green buds punctuated by the occasional red or pink flower. “Dinner tonight is at six,” Callum’s mother said as the butler scurried around the room, opening drapes and fluffing the pillows. She turned to me and smiled. “I have something for you. Close your eyes.”

I stay rooted in place with wide eyes, scanning through every flower in the garden. “So do you like flowers?” He questions again and I nod frantically without taking my eyes off them, a grin finding its way into my lips immediately. “Good. This is the flower room that’s specially made in honor of the late Queen Luna. No one comes here apart from the King Alpha and his son but for some reason, no one has been here for ages apart from a particular maid servant. I got the keys from her.” I turn to look at him, suddenly worried that we might have crossed a boundary.

All because I forgot to add "no peanuts" to my little brother's takeout order, Mom had more than a hundred pounds of fresh flowers delivered to our house. Then she shoved me into a room overflowing with blossoms and slammed the door. She knew I had a life-threatening pollen allergy. "How many times have I told you your brother is allergic to peanuts? You left it off the order on purpose, didn't you? What were you trying to do to him? "You can't stand that I love him. Well, today I'm going to teach you a lesson about that rotten heart of yours!" Pollen swirled through the air. My throat began to swell shut almost immediately. My brother rushed to the door and grabbed the handle. "Mom, I

He looked at me. “…let him have it, we have our own room.” A pause. Then— he grumbled. “…fine.” Alex grinned. Victory. The third room— A flower garden. Soft colors. Blooming patterns everywhere. With a small turret— Overlooking the ocean. Mrs. Sun clasped her hands together. “Oh, I adore this one.” She turned to me. “I will take this room.” Of course she would. The day passed— In laughter. In movement.

They don't usually take in other guests, but because I am so famous in the werewolf community they decided to accommodate me. The rooms were decorated with flowers. Each room was also named after the flowers that the Reddings grew on the farm. I was placed in the kangaroo paw room. The name was on the door. There was photo's of a flower all over the room. The color of the room is red, orange and green. It has such a calming effect. I went to lay on the bed and just took the time to look around. Every single piece of furniture ties into the color scheme in one way or another.

Andy smirks at me knowingly. “I’m off to bed guys.” Andy announces, she gives me a scathing look, “Esther told me I have to sleep in the floral room.” It’s my turn to smirk at her now, “That’s because Sally and Dax are taking the guest house.” “The floral room?” Luke asks “Yeah, the rooms have a name, the floral room is actually called the Rose room, it’s fifty shades of pink.” “And it’s going to hurt my eyes when I wake up in the morning,” Andy says as she stomps up to the house, making us all laugh.

She told us most of her ex-renters worked here and the pay was good. We first walked in the aisle of flowershops and candles. The scent of the candles are very fascinating and my nose is bless so early in the morning. Each store has it's own style- pastel- coloured, dark, just white, and the one I liked the most is the forest-like room. It's very flowery,even the ceiling.