Истории Florist

Italian X Indian Zyran Russo, the 30 years old cunning and notorious Mafia of Italy, reigns Supreme over his domain with an iron fist. His imposing physique and intimidating aura strike fear into the hearts of his enemies. His dominance forged from a mix of brutal force and cunning manipulations. His empire built upon a foundation of fear, blood and a sweet addiction of power, has severe anger issues and aggressive in nature which is feared by everyone, respects his parents and his brother especially his mother who is literally the epitome of kindness. Vrinda Anand, a 20 years old innocent naive Indian Maiden, from Vrindaban, sensitive and fragile, blessed with angelic features, a dehearted devotee of Lord Krishna, came to Italy for further botany studies with her soulmate aka her bestie, who is a human shield for her, Vrinda owns a small yet cozy florist shop as she loves to spend her time with nature and plants, although she came to a foreign country but the love for her culture and country made her carry her culture everywhere she goes, loves to wear Indian clothes especially Saree, has a special place for waistchains.

When café owner Pond and florist Phuwin's worlds collide. It starts with a bouquet in the rain. But what begins as a series of flirty encounters soon blossoms into something deeper. A love built on late night talks, gentle touches, and a growing dream of having a family. From romantic dates and teasing confessions to the challenges of pregnancy, parenthood, and a few heart stopping moments along the way, Pond and Phuwin learn that love isn't just in grand gestures. It's in the everyday warmth of a hand held across the counter and the comfort of coming home to each other. With the support (and occasional chaos) of their friends Jong & Dunk and Gemini & Fourth. An m-preg story because Phuwin recently liked a tweet talking about it 🤭🤭

Advik is a man of logic, living behind three glowing monitors and lines of complex code. Keshavi is a girl of nature, finding joy in the fragrance of sunflowers and the rustle of petals in her small-town flower shop. They were never meant to meet. But fate has a weird sense of humor-and it started with a single, accidental text message. Can digital signals carry the warmth of a real soul? In a world of cold algorithms, can a "wrong number" lead to the right person? Dive into a soulful journey of love, tech, and flowers.

Will Solace is speaking the language of love. Nico di Angelo is using the wrong dictionary.

Jade is a loner who grew up in an orphanage. The only person that's ever cared about her is her fellow orphan best friend Cole and a woman who runs a small florist shop. Jade's never been in a relationship, though she'd like to. However fear of rejection, stemming from couple's disinterest, has kept her single. However there's a high class but joyful girl who's been visiting the flower shop. She always peruses the flowers and plants before purchasing her usual bouquet of tulips. Besides hello, the usual, and have a nice day, Jade doesn't dare carry a conversation. It irks Jade that she can't get her tongue to say more. After a month of attempting and failing at speaking, she's resigned to being forever alone. Yet fate must owe her, as an accident occurs that places the girl on a silver platter. Making her Jade's for keeping.

Positive emotions--happiness, love, what have you--are practically unattainable for ghouls except through siphoning, or sucking the happiness out of a human. Finn Bay, a ghoul working as a florist's apprentice, finds his next target in Oscar, a teenage bike mechanic with a crush on his new friend, Evelin. Finn crashes his bike for an excuse to see Oscar and in the process gives himself a nasty head injury that needs a huge dose of happiness to heal. Now that his fate depends on it, Finn agrees to help Oscar and Evelin fall in love and ends up developing a friendship with Oscar that evolves beyond necessity. The two of them hatch a plan to use Finn's job delivering flowers to bring people happiness and then siphon it out. Soon, people begin knowing him as the "flower boy." There are many things going against him--the wisdom of ghouls from past generations, the risk of everyone finding out what their precious flower boy really is, and a demon hunter bent on "defeating" every ghoul in town--but Finn might just discover that he's deserving of, and capable of, happiness and love after all.

Sweat beads formed on her forehead as she stood before her beloved best friend, her knees trembling from the long run. "What's the missing part?" Yn demanded, still struggling to catch her breath. "You have all the answers, don't you?" she added, her voice tense, while her best friend stood silent, unsure how to respond. "Tell me, Jane. Who is he?" Yn's gaze bore into her, desperate for the truth. "He's just a stranger," Jane replied, her voice firm. . . "I swear, you're the most selfish person, Jane," Jungkook said, his anger burning through his words. . . "Stay out of this, Jane. Or else I'll make you regret your choices," Taehyung snarled, his tone dark and threatening. Just a fanfiction. Please don't associate it with real life. Episodes once every week.

"Do you need anything else, sir?" Haya asked politely, her voice warm and gentle. "I do," he replied, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. She blinked, waiting for him to continue. "What do you need, then?" she asked again, maintaining her calm composure. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he leaned in slightly. "I need you." - Haya was a ray of sunshine, born in Hyderabad and raised there for seventeen years before moving to Germany. She found solace in flowers...whenever sadness crept into her heart, she would lose herself in arranging bouquets or tending to her plants. Baking was another passion, especially desserts, where she could pour her love into every creation. Her faith was her anchor, making her one of the most devoted souls one could find in Germany. Zyran was chaos personified. A storm in human form, drowning in fights, smoke, and the intoxicating haze of nightclubs. He was the definition of trouble..the kind that made heads turn. Strikingly handsome, almost ethereal, with an aura that was both captivating and dangerous. He neither believed in faith nor cared for it. Flowers and sweets? He despised them. Yet somehow, in the collision of light and darkness, their worlds were about to change forever. Let's dive into their journey.

This story consists of many characters and their lives.... it's all about how people overcome their struggle, figure out their own emotions, pure bonds made by destiny itself, selfless love and misunderstandings created by right people but, wrong timing. No toxicity... just devotion and trust. and if you are a fan of softcore romance, then this story is for you. not just love, it focuses on more pure bonds like friendship and family. It also focuses on their internal battles of the character. each one of them have different problems still they stand for each other and fight the world. ---------------------------------------------------- ✿⁠ 𝕋𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕤 ✿⁠ ✧ Mute FML ✧ Tharki FML [ pervert 😼]. ✧Emotionally blind X Clumsy sunshine ✧ Contract marriage ✧ Softcore romance ✧ Bussiness manX Doctor ✧ CEO X Florist ------------------ it's my first time writing. so give your reviews and criticize my mistakes as much as you want. [ positively] Enjoy...

"Tung you're all I need in this life, all I've ever needed. Just you is enough for me, but I've been blessed with more... Sunny is mine too, she's my heart. Don't ask me to choose... please Tung... please, I'm begging you..." Khaotung swung around, agitated and frustrated. "I'm not asking you to choose. I'm saying your heart has room for both of us. Can't you give me a chance? I love you and I love Sunny. I consider her mine because she's yours. Let me be her dad too.... Don't make me the bad guy... Please." Your child is yours to protect, to love, to cherish, to nurture.... Could you allow someone new to share in the joy of being your child's most important person ... If Life is a journey, are we meant to travel alone? Should we? Could we? 🌹🫶⭐💍🐈‍⬛🐈🌹🫶⭐💍🌹 A collaboration with @RashiG05 🐈‍⬛🐈🌹🐈‍⬛🐈💍🐈‍⬛🐈⭐🐈‍⬛🐈💍 No resemblance to any person, living or not. No relation or resemblance to their lives or life-story. Purely fictional characters. Based on no actual persons or experiences. No relation to First K. or Khaotung T. Just a story, a tale of love.... Maybe.🌹🤗 Vote⭐, comment, leave opinions and ideas in comments. Like 👍 if you do and follow .. please 🫶🌹

කාන්තාර කුසුමකට බැඳුණු කඳුකර කුසුමක්..... අවසානයක් නොදැන ආරම්භය පමණක් අකුරු කරන කතාවක්... අද ශොප් එකට මල් ගන්න ඇරබික් කෙල්ලෙක් ආවා... එයා සතියකට සැරයක් අනිවාරෙන්ම ශොප් එකට එනවාලු. මේ මම එයාව දැක්ක පලවෙනි පාර. මොකද මම හැමවෙලාවෙම මේ බ්රාන්ච් එකේ නෑ. මේ ඩුබායි බ්රාන්ච් එක ගොඩක් වෙලාවට මම ඉන්නේ ශාර්ජහ් බ්රාන්ච් එකේ. අද මම එයාගේ bouquet එක හදලා දුන්නා. ඒක හදනකන්ම එයා මාත් එක්ක කියව කියව හිටියා. එයා හරිම ලස්සනයි හැබැයි කොල්ලෙක් වගේ. ලස්සනට වඩා එයා හැන්ඩ්සම් කියන්න පුලුවන්. හැන්ඩ්සම් කෙල්ලෙක් engfata feyata පස්සෙ මම දැක්ක හැන්ඩ්සම් කෙල්ල එයා.... කාන්තාර කුසුමක් ඇවිත් මල් කෙල්ලෙක්ගේ හිත අරන් ගියා.🥺🙏💔

A EmiBonnie Fanfiction. Emi Tuazon is a sunshine florist who believes every bouquet tells a love story-even the ones placed on coffins. Bonnie Patricio is a composed, sharp-tongued funeral director who deals with grief, paperwork, and chaos with deadpan calm. They should only meet for business. What starts as clashing personalities turns into late-night deliveries, stolen glances, and tension that refuses to stay professional. Because sometimes love blooms... in the most unexpected place-right next to death. GENRE: Dark Comedy • Sapphic Romcom • Workplace Romance • Opposites Attract • Slow Burn & Steamy Romance

• "Well, i'll be the one bringing flowers to your early grave, i guarantee it." -Micah, a senior college student whom works at a flower shop, was working overtime for another employee who he had to fill in for. while on his shift, close to closing hours, a tall man with way too many scars to count enters, Micah was about to dismiss the man, it was too late for him to deal with this... but his face seemed familiar- wait ... it's his Enemy? (This is my first story, I hope it's to your liking! :] )

A JangJingJing Fanfiction. JingJing Whitman thought her biggest problem was surviving double shifts at the café-until she fell for Janhae Harrington: elegant, infuriatingly charming, and hiding a very precise way of making people disappear. Between domestic chaos, dangerous secrets, and undeniable attraction, JingJing learns that loving Janhae isn't about ignoring the blood-it's about choosing her anyway, every single night. GENRE: Dark Comedy • Sapphic Romance • Thriller • Mature Content

We all know what it is to be alive, breath in and out as your heart beats. But what is it to live? What is it to have no regrets when you stop being alive? This is an AU where Max is a baker and Charles is a florist and . . . yeah, I'm really bad with descriptions

From Bay Street Finance Maven... Dana McIntyre is a Bay Street Financial maven. Successful and respected, she has built a reputation for having the right answers at the right time. It all comes crashing down when she finds herself out of work after a mass restructuring at the firm she worked for. Down on her luck, a simple phone call has her dropping her entire life on Bay Street to rush back up North. ...To Owner of a Flower Shop in Elliot Lake... Her mother, the owner of a successful flower shop in the slowly shrinking city of Elliot Lake, has passed away and left all her worldly possessions (including the shop and everything in it!) to her only living relative--her daughter Dana. Dana isn't too happy about being forced back up North and back into the life she happily left behind for the fast-paced Toronto and returns with the intent of selling her mother's business, taking care of the funeral and other last arrangements... and going back to her new home and pick up the pieces of her life in Toronto. ...To the Prime Suspect in a Murder Investigation. Gerry, her mother's lawyer and long time friend, is too happy to see Dana go back and quickly moves into action to make it happen, as per Dana's orders. But, in the middle of making those arrangements, Dana walks into her mother's shop one morning to find a dead body on the floor and her as the prime suspect. She meets Brian, the cheerful and equally sharp minded OPP Inspector charged with getting to the bottom of the case. It's a case that will take both of them to solve... before Dana ends up arrested for a murder she didn't commit and the true murderer strikes again.

Synopsis He values silence. She talks to ferns. When a blizzard traps them together, will he fix her broken heart... or will her optimization finally make him snap?

Harry Styles has opened a coffee shop in downtown Doncaster, Shots of Style. Louis Tomlinson is a photographer, and is told to check out the new shop. The only issue is, before Louis is even told about the shop, he feels a slight pull towards the location. No one has heard of soulmates in years, they have thought that the legend has died away, until Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles meet. It starts with a pull towards your soulmate, then you begin to hear their voice, then you can see bits and pieces. Ending with feeling the pain of your other half, and getting a scent.. and a matching tattoo... Harry feels that exact pull when the Doncaster lad drives by, just as confused as the brown, feather haired man. "Lou, have you tried the new coffee shop downtown?" Niall asks me. "No, not yet. Is it any good?" I ask him. He nods. "I'll check it out after work."

Victoria Boulanger is definitely a definition of lucky. Being one of the most famous and richest bachelorette in New York, she has it all. She has the fame, the wealth, the beauty and not to mention she is smart and also is the most famous wedding planner in the country and has been hired to plan 90 weddings. However when she is hired to plan the 91st wedding by her best friend's sister, someone from the past is coming back and might just ruin everything she has build for the past few years. At the same time, she is going to find another person who loves her just as much, maybe even more. So, will she let her guard down and let the new person in or will she stuck with the past and stay by the walls she has build? ChickLit #27 - 04/12/2014

The Wildwood Confessions #1 Six years ago, the North Campus Greenhouse was a sanctuary of glass and green, the only place where the world's noise couldn't reach. It was there that Lavender, a Horticulture student with raven-black hair and a soul labeled "too soft" by his peers, met Rocco. Rocco was a boy who carried a bass guitar like a weapon and wore his bruised knuckles as proof of a masculinity he felt forced to perform. Bound by a shared need for silence, they formed a symbiotic world: Rocco became the Thorn, the jagged protector who kept the world at bay, while Lavender became his secret anchor. To stay safe, they hid behind the label of "brothers," a lie that allowed them to be inseparable while keeping their true identities in the dark. Now, the greenhouse is a memory, and the protection has turned into a prison. The Wildwood has become the biggest masked band in the world, and Thorn is their legendary bassist, an iron-clad icon of stoic, masculine mystery. To the fans, he is untouchable; to the industry, he is the "Straight Success Story" that cannot be allowed to crack. But miles away from the stadium lights, Lavender lives in the shadows of a quiet flower shop, his black hair now a frayed, faded purple, and his body slowly failing under the weight of a life kept in the shade. The story is a recap of their shared history, told through a leather-bound journal delivered in the dead of night. As the pages turn, the journal unspools six years of hidden moments: from the humid afternoons in the campus greenhouse to the cold, backstage silences of a world-famous tour. It is a record of every look that was ignored, every touch that was called "brotherly," and every secret that was buried under the weight of a stage mask. Through these entries, the truth behind the "Thorn" is finally unmasked, revealing a love that was too fragile for the light and a protector who became the very thing that crushed what he tried to save.