Apple Bloom Cute Novels & Stories

Archie even asked Brandon to buy the prettiest blossom and tuck it behind my ear, calling me the most beautiful mom in the world. But now, looking at Ellie's delicate, pampered appearance, I finally understood. It wasn't that they couldn't stand the scent of flowers at home. They just grew too accustomed to the smell of cheap perfume. The flowers at home no longer held any appeal for them. Archie was awake. The moment he saw me, he grabbed the apple beside his bed and hurled it at me. I reacted quickly, instinctively dodging behind Ellie. The apple struck her forehead hard, leaving a swollen lump.

The sound of footsteps stopped near where he was hiding. What Clever saw before he passed out was a slim silhouette. As he felt a very gentle touch from the shadow. And a very nice scent… so addictive. It’s like soothing all his pain. “Hey! Oh gosh, poor cutie.” She said with a soft voice. Clever has never thought he would end up like this: bathed and fed by a human who calls him Cutie. For Moon Goddess's sake, he is an Alpha! "How can I flee this horrible place? There seems to be no way! Er--" Mumbling, he is being caressed by her, and here comes the food he hates most.

The sound of the front door opening made us both turn. “Noah,” I whispered, sitting up a little straighter. He walked in, still wearing his work shirt, sleeves rolled up, phone in his hand. His eyes moved to Agatha’s bags, and one brow arched. “Someone’s been busy,” he said with a smile. Which was weird, Noah never smiled around Agatha, in fact he hated her. Agatha laughed, brushing him off. “Just a little reward for working so hard this week. A girl deserves to spoil herself once in a while.”

The fragrant fruit looked like sex on a plate, and I was pleased with the visual. Alex was admiring my azalea bush as I slowly approached him from behind. “Hungry?” I asked. He turned to me then, with a clear question in his eyes, and I put the plate down, shaking a little. No need to drop that expensive crystalware. There was a moment when my breath caught, just a second before Alex’s searching mouth landed on mine. A split second of anticipation which made me flush from head to toe and got my panties instantly wet.

Chapter 27: I Trusted Her Before I Knew Her Name The sky hadn’t changed, but Aria had. She stood barefoot in the apartment, staring at the tenth bloom. It had pushed through the cracks in her ceiling like it was meant to be there. Its petals were long, curled, slick with some kind of dew that shimmered when she moved her head. Ten of them now. Ten different blooms. Ten different colors, shapes, textures — none of them natural, none of them replicable. Each of them pulsing, quietly alive.

MANY YEARS BEFORE Circe moved gracefully through the ancient orchard, the scent of ripe apples permeating the air. The boughs bowed under the weight of the luscious fruit, a vibrant tapestry of red and green against the backdrop of the enchanting woods. Her movements, though deliberate, carried a certain tenderness as she selected each apple with a careful touch. Little Liam, still in the early years of his life, trailed behind her with wide-eyed wonder. His tiny hands reached out in curiosity, eager to grasp the bounty that hung temptingly from the branches.

Like a lion atop his lioness, he climbed over me. Our bodies remove fluid despite the coldness of the room. Reaching his climax, I could feel his semen flow into me. "You're my everything, "Mac Allister said as he rubbed my back with his hand. "No one can love me like you do," Abebi answers as she looks at him straight in his eyes, my head standing on his chest as my bed stands on his chest. As I lay my head on Mac Allister's chest, his comforting touch soothing my worries, his words caught me by surprise. He mentioned Alvar's request for fifty pieces of Polish antique, and excitement bubbled within me. The prospect of such a venture was thrilling.

Cleo mumbled putting seven bloody red apples on the fruit basket. "I know you, I know your favorite fruit is apple, a shy type of a person, but you can be funny at times when you need to speak, I know that you are not the typical girl who has all the courage to start a conversation, but if you do, I know it'll make sense, I'll make sure it'll make sense, you can fit into a suitcase, think fast but never bother to solve any mathematical equation, you cook delicious breakfast but need the sun to be in the full show to do that because you're a morning person and you woke up in such an ungodly hour just to watch the sunrise on the apartment's window. You see. I know you." He laughed after he sai

Laughing, I pull my phone out to order a ride when I feel a gentle tap on my shoulder. Turning, Apple is standing there. She has taken off the apron and pulled down her hair so it cascades around her in a cloud, creating a rosy halo as the streetlight glows from behind her. "Do you still want to talk?" She smiles timidly, "About your offer?" 'Yes, Apple," I hold out my arm. "I'd like that very much."

An old woman was seen, spraying something on the petals, who seemed to be the owner of the flower stands. Alice stopped to look at the colorful cyclamens and heathers. She tucked her white hair behind her ears and took one flower. “They’re so beautiful.” Arth couldn’t help but smile, watching Alice smell the flower with her eyes closed. “Yeah … so beautiful.” Alice opened her eyes and turned to him with furrowed brows. As Arth realized what he’d just said, he immediately pointed to the flowers. “The … the flowers are beautiful, I mean.” Then he pretended looking at the displayed heathers on a basket.