The Secret Life Of Sunflowers Romane & Geschichten

It was a chance of a lifetime, and I wasn't about to let it slip through my fingers. I flicked my blonde hair over my shoulder, twirling a strand around my finger as I stared at Cullen with a coy smile. "I'm ready, it's a deal." I purred, watching as his eyes lit up with excitement. But there was one secret I couldn't bring myself to tell him. The one thing that could ruin everything. The fact that I was already married. But I couldn't let him get in the way of my jackpot. I couldn't let Cullen know the truth, or everything would fall apart.

Rose replied proudly of course. Ah, well, of course she hadn't forgotten about that. "All right, then we'll go up there, more precisely into Liam's study," Rose said later. Not long after, after leaving using the elevator, Rose was seen immediately entering the man's work space. Even there it looks so neat once. "Hm, we have to look for some albums or something else, especially hidden objects," Rose muttered. Ah, it's perfect if this one woman plays an action movie out there.

I let the ambient sounds layer back over me one by one: frogs first, then crickets, then the soft complaints of fish moving in the shallows, then the distant voices of the other kids spreading out through the trees. My plan was the same as always. Wait to be found. Be discovered as unremarkable. Go home. Grow up quietly. Maybe teach the little ones someday, marry some decent lower-rank wolf, have a small life of my own design. Keep the Switch as a useful thing, a practical thing, not the center of anything. That was the plan. That's what Mama had done and she was happy and she was good and that was what mattered. The footsteps arrived before I finished the thought.

Snowdrops for winter, daffodils for spring, wildflowers for summer, sunflowers for autumn. Sunflowers for autumn. He knew. He’d already threatened me with revealing the truth, and now he was taunting me with it. But if he wasn’t going to say it outright, then neither was I. “They’re beautiful,” was my carefully crafted reply. It gave away nothing about me. “Thank you.” I took them, feeling the paper crinkle under my fingers. “I’ll just find a vase for them.” He nodded, and I shuffled back inside before he could say anything more. I closed the door on him, let out a silent scream, then dumped the flowers in a large water jug, filling it halfway before forcing myself to go back to him.

Author's Pov After picking some flowers from the flower shop Isabella called a taxi. After ten minutes the taxi pulled in front of a familiar place. Cemetery. Climbing out from the vehicle she led herself to the grave with small steps. The place was quiet except for the chirping of birds in the distance. She halted in front of a grave. With a heavy heart she kneeled and put the flower on the grave .Tears invaded her eyes and without her knowing trickled down her cheeks. She closed her eyes and let them fall. A moment later she opened her eyes.

she agreed trying to cut the first conversation. I watched Lydia as she cleaned the room and when she was done I put my question forward. " What did you mean when you said he was on a secret mission?" For some reason, I wanted to know more about that part. What mission could be secret? " I'm sorry Luna, I only mentioned that to you because I thought you knew something about it," I asked but Lydia didn't seem ready to say anything. "It's only him and the king that knew about it" before picking up the tray, she said this to me.

Aziza said “And the stupid girl comes into my house and smiling at me ... As if she is just seeing me for the first time, what is this nonsense in my house ... If you think that stupid ...” she tried to say and that was when the door opened and Sadiqah burst into the room much to the couple surprise , she was fuming too, it was obvious she had been listening , of course everyone in the apartment will hear her because she was screaming and Musadiq only prayed the Tenants would not hear ... But there was a small fence to demarcate his main house from the rented apartment , so that his wife would walk around conveniently in the compound without necessary observing complete hijab, and that momen

But every word became empty if it has no action to back it up. She ditched everyone's go to choice of roses. They are a safe choice but she went with the unconventional idea of sunflowers. The site was decorated like a field of sunflowers, which Rosalyn liked. The bright yellow flowers reminded her of hope and optimism, and she needed all the positive energy she could get right now. The sunflower was her idea. Her love for them has reappeared ever since she visited the Chairman’s garden. She conveyed this idea to Caleb and he liked it.

Chapter 38 KIERAN She looked up from her computer, surprise flickering across her face. "Sunflowers, Your Majesty. She mentioned it once during the engagement photo shoot." Sunflowers. Bright, cheerful, unpretentious. The complete opposite of Seraphina's preferred roses—those carefully cultivated, perfectly formed symbols of romance and passion. "Get me sunflowers," I said, making the decision impulsively. "A large arrangement." *What are you doing?* my wolf asked suspiciously.