A Love Yet To Bloom Novels & Stories

“Whoever put this here is bathed in the moonveil blossom.” It was the one Eros had brought in before he was informed of… My rage cleared long enough to answer, “My brother. He was bringing it to her.” The man bent his head, sniffing the flower before shaking his head. I lost my patience there and then. “What is a moonveil blossom and what does it have to do with anything?!” Looking away from the flower, he gave me his attention. “Whatever you think is the reality, isn’t the truth. Your brother lies to you.”

I didn't sleep all night, and I even brought your favorite cake. If he truly loved me, he would've noticed the bed was still perfectly made. I looked worn out and exhausted, like someone who had been out all night. Compared to him, I was the one who looked like they'd been working overtime. He pulled me down to sit with him on the couch and cut a slice of cake for me. "We're getting married next week. Today marks exactly one week before our wedding." The way he looked at me, so full of emotion and attention—it was nothing short of ironic. But maybe this was a fitting end. A perfect close to a rotten chapter.

Her face ashened. Luveas groaned. "I don't know. But, something is searing my skin..." He unbuttoned his shirt and glanced at his left pectoral. A black rose tattoo, the same as what Amethyst had, appeared on his skin. "How did I get this...?" he mumbled in dismay. Amethyst immediately knelt, pushed his hands away and kissed the rose tattoo. She had no idea why she took that bold move but she just did. Meanwhile, Luveas froze where he knelt. He forgot about the pain. He was stumped by her unexpected move. Then, he heard her say something assuring.

Unfortunately, he burst the bubble for us both, drawing us back to reality, but that feeling lingered, that’s pretty evident. This feeling in my chest, it’s like a wild, blooming thing that refuses to be tamed. It grows and expands, stretching to fill every inch of me, until it feels like I might burst from it. It’s inescapable, this warmth, this brightness that’s taken root inside of me. How could it be anything but love? I think I’ve loved him since that first, fleeting kiss we shared right here under this very roof. It was barely more than a brush of lips, so simple, yet it set something alight in me that I haven’t been able to extinguish since.

The flowers had withered, seemingly gone to sleep, with no telling when—or if—they would bloom again. They had been Roxanne’s mother’s favorite flowers, carefully tended by Roxanne after her passing. But now Roxanne was gone too, and as if sensing her absence, the blooms had faded, wilting even in the height of spring. Charles wiped a tear from his face. "I failed Roxy. I failed her mother, and I failed her. Nathan, I’ve been such a fool. I promised her mother I would take care of her, love her, and protect her. But I broke that promise. Do you think I’ll face retribution for this?

We unfold into wholeness without finality. We speak softly, not from fear, but from listening. We love, not because we must, but because something in the soil remembers what it’s like to be untouched— and chooses, again and again, to bloom anyway. And we, who once feared being almost, are learning how to be completely so. Not unfinished. But becoming. And in our becoming, we are not alone. We are not waiting. We are not ending. We are blooming. Again. And again.

At that time, she wanted to sit in the same car with Aaron brother, watching his handsome side face. But she felt it was a kind of torture even at a glance of him. The car drove into the villa of Aaron . The garden on both sides planted her favorite rose flower, and dotted with several red red spider lily flowers. Holding out her hand, her rough fingers rested on the largest red spider Lily. Flowers bloom for a thousand years, leaves fall for a thousand years, flowers and leaves will never meet, love is not cause and effect, fate is doomed. You can meet , know each other, but can never fall in love, unload all memories of this life, and be flowers for the spring.

Okay, blame it on my hormones but I really feel like crying right now. What would he think of me if I say no to him? Will he really break up with me if I deny him of this? He won't do that but maybe after a month of break he really expected me to be more sure of our relationship. I mean, I am sure of it but I don't know if.. how do I freaking explain it to him? "Brett, I love you. But I'm just not ready to have.. to do the deed with you yet." I said, so slowly and softly that he could barely hear it properly.

When a flower blooms the unmerciful cannot stand still and treasure it. It drives them insane to see the flower sprout and grow with warmth and beauty so they crush it. They stomp their feet upon the flower killing it and its seed. Just like Deimos who crushed my heart. He not only crushed my heart but the seed that bloomed with hope and dreams along with it.

I teared up and said, “I’ve failed four matches, and my heart is already badly damaged. If I don’t have that pacemaker, I’ll die.” Seth’s face turned pale, but he gritted his teeth. “You’ve managed to make it through till now. I’m sure that you can do the same this time. Jody is different. She’s frail. I’m begging you, Elena. Be reasonable for once.” I stared at the two men I once loved with my whole heart. One was my brother who had doted on me for more than a decade, and the other was my fiance whom I grew up with.