The Flower Room Novels & Stories

But there are some people who still longs for more rather than staying in the room, locked up and just playing games. I am one of them. And now, I have friends, and I finally get along with my family. I also have found the love of my life. I am Miss Wallflower, and this is my story. END

🌹🌹 The Beginning (Part 17) 🌹🌹 ❤️❤️ Death (Part C) ❤️❤️ That same night, Flower return home and went to her son's room, the guards stationed outside his room door greeted her and gave her chance to knock on the door. "You can come in, mother." Flower entered his room and met him standing beside his window. "Why aren't you sleeping yet?" "I have been thinking,"

Running inside as she looked around the once old room filled with spider webs now cleaned up and shining. "This can't be a storeroom. It's too good to be one." Flower said as she covered her wide open mouth with her hands as looked around the room freaking out a little with excitement coursing through her veins. I smiled looking at her just being her cute self without wearing a fake mask over her soul. "Do you like it?" "I love it. Thank you so much, Daniel." She said as she ran into my arms hugging me real tight. And, I'd be lying if I didn't say this but this was one if the best moments in my life.

She was a bit nervous, of course, and so was I. “You did well.” She looked at me. I nodded and then our attention went to the officer. For some time, we kept seeing those officers doing their work. They were carefully checking every single thing in my room when suddenly the woman showed something to that man officer. His brow arched and then the woman showed him the fabric flowers, which were dangling through the ceiling. I always loved flowers but I was too lazy to take care of them. Plants have to be taken care of, but the worst happens when insects get into those plants. That is why I had decorated the room with flowers made of cloth. They look very beautiful hanging from the ceiling.

It's petty and I know it, but staying in heartbreak room was not what I needed today. I step inside and all thoughts go straight out of my head. The entire bungalow is filled with flowers. Roses, orchids, lilies, jasmine and more fill every table and all the floor space. “What the...” I turn to ask Anna what's going on, but she's closing the door and hurrying away. I turn back around, looking at the room full of flowers in absolute stunned confusion. And then I see him. He has a bouquet of roses in his hands. I missed him the first time because they act as camouflage against all the other flowers in the room. Christopher.

She just followed Florentine like a kid whose mum was scolding her. The door to Florentine's bedroom shut close and she pulled Camilo to stand before her. Her room had a simple appearance, a single comfortable bed by the middle, a dressing stand, wardrobe, a room table and several fresh flowers in flower vase to decorate and scent the room. Florentine always pluged fresh flowers and made sure to care for them. Her room floor was covered with fine creamy marble and old fashioned yet classic rug splayed at the center. Her room gave a comfortable and homely feeling yet with a touch of class here and there.

The heady fragrance of the flowers mixed with the soft, tender sounds of her breath, lingering in the air. Soon, the glass walls of the flower room were covered with a layer of moisture, reflecting the intertwined figures of the two of them… Inside the flower room, it felt warm like spring. Outside, however, the cold was sharp and biting. Marvin had been standing outside for quite a while…

Maybe it was when he whispered sweet nothings about loving me, about a lavish wedding, but ended up with his arms around Susanna, kissing her again and again, giving her the wedding, standing with her at the altar, and making me the one left in the shadows? I thought about calling him out. On the drive from work to home, a thousand questions burned on my tongue, but I never let them out. It was not worth it. I dialed a number and gave my orders. "Alan, I'm heading overseas in three days for Ms. Jackson's wedding planning. I need to add a detail. "Have a courier deliver a bouquet of flowers. On the card, just write 'Wishing Mr. Frank and Ms. Susanna a lifetime of happiness' and sign my name.

The bed itself, with its metal railings and crisp white sheets, was positioned in the center of the room, dominating the space. As Flora lay there, her body aching and her mind whirling from the events that had led to her being in this place, she heard the soft click of the door handle turning. Damien, who had been sitting by her side, his hand caressing hers in soothing motions, immediately turned his head towards the door. He stood up, his movements purposeful and controlled, and opened the door wider to reveal Eva standing there, holding a bouquet of bright, cheerful flowers. The vibrant colors of the flowers seemed to clash almost violently with the drabness of the room, bringing an unex

Even the music was so arousing. “Let’s go to the Love room.” “Love room?” I repeated, the word seemed to corrupt my mind already. “Is it the room where people make love? The place you showed on the screen before?” Jake laughed softly, shaking his head slightly. “See for yourself.” I let him guide me. When the door, opened, the atmosphere of the room was different. It was so romantic, with all the flowers, music softly playing in the background, and dim lighting that created a warm and intimate ambiance. The floor was adorned with rose petals.