Aesthetic In Bloom Novels & Stories

When she realized how she felt about Dominic, she began to blush. Before she met him, she never thought she was a girl who could be drawn to good looks, and yet here she was. “Freya…” Dominic called out softly. She quickly gathered herself and prepared to step outside to meet him. Meanwhile, the neighbors next door were immediately drawn to Freya. They seemed completely dumbstruck by what they were seeing and even began to gesture at her. Freya noticed their gestures and felt slightly flustered. Although they were living in Mapleia, their neighbors were all from the same home country, and many remained attentive to news from their homeland.

As the flower shop came into view, he was suddenly overwhelmed by a kind of homecoming fear—the kind of fear that grips you when you're too close to what your heart has yearned for too long. He stepped on the brakes, slowing the car, giving himself a few precious seconds to prepare. And then, he saw Nikki. After all these years, she was even more beautiful than he remembered. There was a serene elegance about her now, a quiet self-assurance that made her seem almost untouchable. The sight of her nearly stole the breath from his lungs. But just as he was about to open the door and rush toward her, another man walked out of the shop. The man took the heavy flower bucket from Nikki's hands with

Bloom tapped her chin with her fingers "Well we could...but we can't force her she'll have to make that choice herself since we are free spirits. We cannot trap her." She leaned close to me and sniffed me "But her blood smells amazing...filled with so much power. I never thought a human could possess such a gem of quality." She licked my neck. "I bet it tastes even better, her skin tastes like milk." "Control yourself Bloom, we must initiate her first and don't do anything to her." Flora Warned. Bloom rolled her eyes "I won't, I'm just so horny." I giggled grinning as rainbows and unicorns hopped around in a pink paradise. "Me too, I'm so horny."

“You know I have always thought something was off about you.” A small irritation formed in my chest, because I still found him very pretty—I think he is doing all these things intentionally to seduce me, so I shoved him further into the door, and a pained squeal escaped his parted lips. “You look feminine, you smell, talk and act feminine.” I counted and he just froze, unable to say a word. “But you do all that because you are attracted to men, right? Is that the reason you came to this school?” “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about—” He tried to argue but I interrupted him sharply.

Derek appeared at my elbow approximately six minutes in. "How are you finding it?" he asked. "The flowers are extraordinary." "They cost fourteen thousand dollars." "That explains it." He handed me a glass of champagne that was actually cold. "He hasn't looked at the flowers once," Derek said, conversationally, looking at something across the room. "Since we arrived, in case you were curious." I looked at the flowers. "I wasn't." "No," Derek agreed pleasantly. "Of course not." He drifted away before I could respond to that either, I was beginning to understand that this was a technique.

"I'm not doing that." The words came out before the plan to stay quiet could stop them. "Excuse me?" I turned. She was sitting at a vanity near the window, pressing something into her face with practiced strokes. Foundation. Concealer. Layer after layer, the kind of application that took time and intention and was already beginning to settle into the lines around her mouth in a way that suggested the shade wasn't quite right. She was beautiful. Deliberately, architecturally, aggressively beautiful. She looked at me through the mirror.

“Oh, please, I was kidding. I don’t want to see something like that on TV.” “Maybe America does,” Blossom said. “Excuse me, ladies…” Nevaeh was surprised Aiden had sought her out again. But maybe he wanted to meet Blossom. At five-nine, she was thin and stunningly beautiful. Her coffee-colored skin and exotically shaped eyes drew men to her like bees to honey. But Nevaeh was also disappointed that she’d been so strongly attracted to a man who could go so quickly from wanting her to wanting her best friend.

The room gave off an air of seclusion, of loneliness, like it was made for a person who had lost hope of something that belonged to the outside world. But the one aesthetic in the room contradicted this assumption. Displayed on a drinking glass half-filled with water, reflecting the sun’s yellow rays, was a fully blossomed red rose. Its stem still had its thorns, a supposed mechanism to protect itself but was futile in the hands of its gardener, so now it clung to life, from the basic necessities it was provided. It showed breathtaking elegance, but I knew that it was suffering a slow death in the

It was as if his whole body was paralyzed. Blossom smiled and started pulling off her clothes, leaving herself in only a bra and matching panties. "Like what you see." She said seductively. Aiden could feel his dick bulge out of his trousers but there was nothing he could do. "Why are you doing this Blossom?" He managed to ask weakly. "Why am I doing this?" Blossom scoffed out. "Aiden, I've always wanted your attention to myself for the past few years but instead, you always made me look like a fool."

*ANASTASIA* I am in the Rose Garden. But not as it is in waking life. Everything is in bloom—violently, obscenely alive. Roses spill open around me in thick, silken layers, their petals so saturated with color they seem to pulse with their own heartbeat. Deep crimsons bleed into bruised purples, while tender pinks flush pale as dawn light. Each bloom unfurls like a mouth opening to whisper secrets, their folds heavy and wet with morning dew that clings to my fingertips when I brush past. Some hang pendulous, drunk on their own beauty, hearts swollen and velvet-soft, caressing my bare arms with the intimacy of lovers' touches as I drift between them.