The Flower Room Novels & Stories

“Look, Kira… I don’t know how to do shit like this. But come on.” Before I could respond, he started pulling me with him. We walked down the hall until we reached the living room…and I stopped dead in my tracks. My jaw nearly hit the floor. The entire room was filled with baskets of flowers. Roses, lilies, peonies, daisies. The air was thick with their scent. Another man entered with yet another massive bouquet and gently set it down near the city-view window. “That’s the last of it, sir,” he said to Adrian, who just nodded, his eyes never leaving me.

Heavier. “What’s this room?” she asked. Maren hesitated. “You’re not… really supposed to come in here.” “Why?” “Because it’s his room,” she said softly. “Not his bedroom; Kaelion has lots of those. This one’s… different.” Curiosity pulled Jenna forward. The door creaked open, and the scent hit her before her eyes adjusted, flowers. Thousands of them. Some fresh. Most faded. The sweet perfume of lilies mingled with the musty rot of forgotten petals.

“This room has possibilities. I like everything else I’ve seen.” His eyebrows danced. “I’m glad to hear that. I like what I’ve seen too. There are two other bedrooms on the opposite side of the living room.” He lowered his tenor. “Now let me show you the next room.” Dante turned the knobs on a set of double doors, opening them inward. I gasped, my eyes growing wide at the sight inside. The room flickered from the illumination brought on by a second fireplace. Words failed me as I stepped inside and spun, taking in the bouquets of flowers covering almost every flat surface. The king-sized bed was turned down and strewn with a colorful array of petals. “How did you do this?”

Brian hastened to reassure the girl even as he nudged Maeve from his lap and stood up. Lea Diane, smiling with relief, and led the way to the room. She opened the door then stood to one side to allow Brian and Maeve to enter before her. She smiled at Maeve's gasp of surprise. The Dahlia Room was done in tasteful shades of green and red, suggestions of the flower in question here and there with the use of shadows and empty space. Great big vases stood on two tables, each holding three dozen of varying types of Dahlias and adding a subtle perfume to the air. There was a large four poster bed in the center of the back wall and some pieces of equipment Maeve didn't recognize along with a couple

Logan Immediately I pushed my room door open, the smell of a rosy flower hit hard on my nose. Stopping in my tracks, I confusedly glanced around to find rose flowers sprinkled and littered all over the room. I already know whose hard work this is; my jaw clenched at the thought. The room was bathed in a soft, warm glow as if the very air itself was infused with a gentle, golden light. The dimly lit room was intimate and inviting, perfect for a romantic night.

A flower — winter-blooming, pale and small, growing through the crack in the stone beside the east gate where nothing grew because the stone was too cold and too packed. She saw it when she walked through the yard at the seventh hour. She stopped. She crouched down — carefully, eight months being what eight months was — and looked at it. One flower. Small. Certain. She did not say anything about it. She went to the war room. Orion was there. He looked up. She said: "There is a flower in the outer yard." He looked at her. She said: "In the stone by the east gate. Where nothing grows."

I opened the door of my bedroom and pointed my finger at the flower pot I was gifted by that lady named Eve. "Then how will you explain this to me? There is a pot of a living plant in my room. And it has flowers. Look, the one on the left, it bloomed just a few hours ago. Flowers are blooming in hell. Can you explain what is going on here?" I asked him angrily. He snatched his hand away as he went towards the flowers. He examined the flowers. He smelled them and even tried to pluck one. But he was not able to pluck it off for some reason.

The boy smiled before nodding. They headed to the flower garden which was right on the border between the mansion area and the forest. There were plenty of flowers blooming since it was the end of spring almost entering summer, there were roses, sunflower, lily of the valley, all kind of flower you could imagine. There was also this mini building in the middle of the flower garden that had glass windows and a mini living room so one could have tea in there while looking at the flowers which was genius. Karina did not expect a cold man like Eden to have a spot like that in his house. It just seemed out of character for him but she actually liked it.

It's f*cking making me insane! Finally clicking the door open and entering the room, my jaw dropped in awe. What happened here? I was amazed with what I'm seeing, my eyes started gallivanting around the whole room. My room is totally different, I mean beautiful. It's neatly and beautifully decorated with different types of flowers with soothing scents. I actually don't love flowers that much. I built two gigantic gardens and allowed flowers to be in different corners of the mansion not because I'm so much in love with flowers but because seeing those flowers reminds me of my mother…. They are the best memory of her I kept with me.

"Ms. Renee, please come this way." "Can we wait a moment?" "Are you waiting for Mr. Toph?" The butler remained composed. "I know Madam well. She never includes others when she wishes to have tea with someone." Renee froze and slowly released her grip on her dress, forced to follow the butler. - Cordelia's flower room was situated in a corner of Zen Residence—an all-glass structure that sparkled like a radiant pearl in the night. There were various exotic plants and flowers inside, trying to outshine each other.