The Flower Room Novels & Stories

She kept her gaze down until they suddenly stopped before a large set of double doors. "Please wait in there." Looking up, she watched the two guards pushed open the doors, revealing the sunroom in all its grandeur. Various flowers and potted plants line against the three glass walls. A long table standing in the middle of the room as Rosalie was entrapped by the diversity and liveliness of the flowers and their colors. Walking further into the room, she touched one of the flowers with the gentlest of touch as she gasped at the beauty of it all.

Dawson said, grabbing my arms and holding them to me. “The flowers, does she have flowers in her room, from the garden,” I yelled. He stared at me blankly. Come on! “From HIS garden Dawson,” I shouted. Realization swept across his face and it seemed it did know there were flowers from him in her room. With one swift kick from my mate the doors flew open and I rushed inside. Delia began to shriek and I couldn’t care about it right now. I stormed into the room and sure enough there were wilting flowers on the side of her bed. I grabbed a pillow and yanked the inside out. I tossed the bare pillow back on the bed.

Chapter 38 "I'll see you all later!" Kaitlyn called out with a wave as she stepped out of the brightly lit elevator, all smiles and cheer as the group by the front counter waved back with enthusiasm. The bounce to her step noticeable as Olivia shared a smile with her from across the counter, her blue eyes falling on the yellow flower the brunette kept close to her person like a guarded secret. Kaitlyn smiled to herself, deciding not to voice who she thought it was from.

I found myself shrieking as I jumped on her. "Please tell me this is my room!" "It is," she laughed. "I know you love gardens so I had the boys make this for you before we arrived." The room wasn't just painted into a garden, it WAS a garden. Flowers lined up around my room walls, butterflies flying everywhere with their different colourful wings fluttering gracefully. The floor was smooth carpet grass, a pretty pool at the left end of the room. There was a four poster bed, one with a light pink veil of falling vines and flowers. The bed looked like cotton candy. There wasn't any single sand or vase in the room but yet the plants and flowers grew tall… How is this possible?

She moves further into the room, snatching the flowers from me, "Why do I have a feeling my daughter is the flower thief?" "Romeo is finally coming back from his stupid business trip tomorrow." I defend, following behind her when she begins to move to the dresser, "I needed to make something special to welcome him. You don't expect me to go all the way to that expensive florist when I have a beautiful garden just behind my window, right?" The corner of her lips twitches into a lazy smile as she opens up one of the miscellaneous perfume bottles on the table, spraying one of them into the flower bunch.

The pleasant and soft scent of the flowers tickled her nostrils which were only familiar with the strong and pungent scent of dust and rust. The elf found herself admiring the bed as it was something that she had never seen in her life. Then, she crawled on all four to the bedside, pushed the veils gently to one side, and then, poked her head out. She was inside a strange room that looked like a massive glass dome. The skylight was high above her head, and the room was bright from the inside out. About twenty strides away from the bed, the large window panes and a large bow window stood tall; from the floor to the ceiling. They brought about the scenic gardens outside. Inside the room itself

Rose moved quietly, noticing a fresh flower hung on the wall outside each room—red rose, white jasmine, and lilies. Every flower corresponded to the ones worn by the women on stage earlier. She immediately understood Jack and his friends' twisted game for the night. Rose wondered which room Jack would enter among so many. Just then, she thought of the last woman who was about to leave. She quickly searched and found a small daisy hanging on the wall of the very last room at the end of the corridor. She knew this was Jack's choice for the night. She tried the doorknob, and the door opened with a gentle turn. She peered into the dark room before noting that Jack was not there yet.

There was also a rolling ladder that gave access to the higher bookshelves, a polished wooden desk and a chair, and an overstuffed couch and reclining chair. It was a special place where I would be spending much of my time. I examined the books until a young maid knocked on the door. “Pardon me, Miss,” she said. “But several pots of flowers were delivered for you. We put them in your bedroom. Would you tell me how you want them to be displayed?” I followed her back to my bedroom and was delighted by the pots of colorful flowers perfuming the air. They were all different varieties of daisies, and a card was lying next to the largest pot.

I turned to the right, where there were three rooms, but I left because it was dark. I headed to the left side, where rooms were almost opposite. I walked that whole area, and again, I saw a hallway, and again, there was another hallway in it. Without hesitation, I headed there. I walked down the hallway in that area until I came across a closed room. Room 408. This is the room where Raiko stayed with Crisha. I was about to walk again when something caught my eye. I smiled when I saw it was Fleur, but my smile disappeared when I realized she was still with that man.

“This is a flower that only grows in the Moon Shone Pack, Lady Sashal. Alpha Rohan told us to decorate your room with these flowers." Said one of the maids named Angie, who had served me closest. She's a sweet girl who always strikes up a conversation with me. She does it well, knowing when it's the right time to talk to me and when it's not. An important ability for a personal maid to have. 'I miss Bella...' “Don't you like flowers of this color?”