The Strongest Florist Novels & Stories

She had earlier told Sophie that she needed to bond with her mother; even though it might be painful, she needed to do it if she actually wanted to avoid that type of life for her children, like she had said. The florist's shop was a charming, family-owned florist's shop nestled in the heart of the bustling village. The exterior was unassuming, with a simple, yet elegant, wooden sign bearing the shop's name in golden letters. A delicate, hand-painted mural of intertwined flowers and vines adorned the walls, hinting at the beauty within.

He sat in his office, staring at his computer screen, her voice replaying in his head: “Do you even know what her favourite flower is?” The answer was glaringly obvious: he didn’t. With a groan, he picked up his phone and dialled the florist. “Good afternoon, Windsor Florals. How can I help you?” a cheerful voice greeted. “I need flowers,” Carter said curtly. “Of course! What kind?” “All kinds,” he replied, running a hand through his hair. “Roses, lilies, tulips—just… everything you have. Send them to the Windsor estate.” “Everything?” the florist echoed, surprised.

I asked. I had to avoid going there some how. I knew he had a plan for me and I wouldn't let him succeed. "I can actually get you some one, who is better at identifying flowers... I can get you a professional floris. I have an important work to attend to with Lisa and I didn't want to be distracted." "Okay then, but I don't want any one else apart from you or the professional florist to get me the sun flowers, okay?" He added before making to his wardrobe.

Now he wanted a seat at my table. He would get nothing. The next afternoon, the scent of fresh earth and floral sweetness hit me before I even opened my office door. Axton was already standing inside, holding a massive, overflowing arrangement of white blossoms. "What is that?" I asked, stopping dead on the threshold. "Moonlight orchids," Axton said, his voice tight. "Over a hundred stalks. They were flown in from the southern valleys this morning." I walked over, my boots clicking sharply on the hardwood floor. I reached out, my fingers brushing the pale, glowing petals. "A small fortune. Who sent them?"

His gaze landed on a bouquet of soft pink roses mixed with white lilies. It was simple, elegant, and beautiful. And for some reason, it reminded him of Sophia. Not because she looked delicate but Sophia was stronger than anyone gave her credit for. She had survived him. And honestly, that reason alone made her the strongest person he knew. "I'll take this one." The florist smiled knowingly. "Good choice, Sir." Adrian smiled back. "I hope so." Because lately, every small thing mattered, every effort mattered, and every moment mattered. He wanted Sophia to know that. Even if she never fully forgave him. Even if she never forgot the past. He wanted her to know he was trying.

Nina helplessly looked at the happy smiles on her two sons' faces, if there wasn't so much helplessness, how wonderful life would be. The three of them played for a while, then Nina had to go to the flower shop. Speaking of that flower shop, the boss there was really too good, Nina had been gone for so long before returning and still kept her job. Nina didn't disappoint him because she had learned a lot of experience at the flower hill. When Nina mentioned that flower hill to the boss, he was startled. Because that flower hill was the largest flower hill in Asia, the boss there was a very famous person in the flower industry.

It takes three long seconds of blinking around us before I realize what he’s talking about. Because: flowers. Tubs and tubs of flowers, all freshly cut and fragrant. This whole store is an explosion of color, with delicate petals, green leaves, and the scent of damp soil. My heart climbs into my throat as I peer around us, struck dumb by this magical cave. It’s so beautiful in here, and I love flowers. What kind of monster doesn’t? But what on earth is Stefan Rodriguez, hater of all gifts, doing in a florist’s shop? And why am I here, called out on this urgent errand?

She was aware that his question meant that their wedding would come up the next day, and she was not prepared for it, neither was Alfred ready to take anything less than 'yes' for an answer. Nevertheless, the poor, but beautiful florist, had caved a niche for herself in the florist industry because she was dedicated to her profession. As usual, the overconfident Alfred uncrossed his legs, and stood up. He grinned, and walked up to her. Then, he towered over her with his domineering height, which made him irresistible. She would have stopped him from getting closer, but he did not look like one who could be stopped.

I ignored her and took my woman to bed. "You got them?" I asked Rossi with a weird lump in my throat. It had taken us a while to hunt down the florist he'd used since he hadn't used the man in years. He'd tried convincing me that the flower could be found domestically, but I wanted her to get them from the same place her mom's came from.

The DJ was just beginning to set up in the corner of the room, and the giant cake was due to be delivered any time. Sarah's son Jason had volunteered to do the flower run, taking his mother's large SUV to pick up the pink peonies and other things Jessi had ordered from her go-to florist, Antonio. Antonio sold flowers out of a silver panel truck in Palm Beach Gardens, and had the freshest, most beautiful blooms of anyone around. And he always gave Jessi a good deal. She'd do the table arrangements herself, using vases she and Sarah had picked up at an estate sale a couple of years before.