Apple Bloom Cute Novels & Stories

, where everyone is enveloped by petals that don't have a branch to hold on to, but don't fall like dry leaves, but thrive in the flavor of nothingness. Adam comes out and both he and those circling the entrance of the company are perplexed by the spectacle. His fingers try to pick up some or other petal that falls and after three attempts, he succeeds. First he strokes it to feel the softness and then the scent, then on his face appears the smile of a genius who has something splendid to show the world.... ━━━━━━✧♛✧━━━━━━ " You're a genius, baby! Almond blossoms paired with Colombian Miltonia orchid?! What an intriguing aroma!"

When he wraps his arms around her from behind, the bond hums warm, electric, familiar, divine. “Morning, love,” he murmurs into her neck. Claria leans back into him, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “Morning, Alpha.” He huffs a laugh. “You know that tone does things to me.” She rolls her eyes playfully. “It’s just a word.” “It’s you,” he corrects, kissing her shoulder, “so it’s never just a word.” The trees shiver with a warm breeze. Somewhere in the field, pups shriek with laughter.

Alice rubbed her cheeks wondering if they were still red. There was an undertone of excitement in the air surrounding her. The plastic cherry blossom tree, with its pretty pink flowers, was looming above them, and for a brief moment, Alice wondered exactly how much paper would have been wasted for making this tree. It wasn't the most appropriate thought for the situation she was in, after all, she had just been kissed.

“Isn’t that clear? You were fawning over him when you came in, and your smile was so wide it nearly reached your ears. Honestly, this is the first time I’ve seen you acting cute. You’re really good at it.” When a strong woman acted cute, not only did it not seem awkward, the stark contrast of that image compared to how she usually acted created a gap that made her cute. Apollo would have agreed to her every request after seeing it. But his brother’s heart did not warm up. His expression remained cold. That was… seriously impressive. Under Ruth’s murderous gaze, Apollo stopped looking like he was enjoying the show. He smiled bashfully and continued analyzing the situation. “The effects weren’

After tea, we strolled around the manor grounds, which only ended up being more and more beautiful the longer I had a chance to gaze upon the surroundings. We stopped to admire a beautiful apple tree, which was at the peak of its blossoming. Luna Yurena plucked a flower and smelt it, ‘Hmm, sweet, just like the apples it bears,’ she held it close to me. Leaning forward, I sniffed it and indulged in the sweet and floral aroma, almost smelling the crisp apples through my heightened sense, ‘A beautiful floral fragrance,’ I said. As I stood straight, I noticed a woman in the distance, with purple-black hair and black eyes.

I smirked, taking one apple from the bowl on the table. “Yes, you did,” she said sadly. “You were like a zombie, Sel,” she kissed my parents, then sat down beside me and took one apple, too. She took a bite of her apple. “I didn’t know we have this,” she said. “When did you buy this?” Her eyes were on Mom. “We did not buy that. Albert brought that today,” She said, glancing at me, then smiling at Dad. “No way! You’re just bluffing?” I said, playing the fruit near my nose. It smells so sweet. I can’t stop smelling it.

Alice admitted without diverting her attention from the tulips at the far end of the stall. "Yeah, that's true. So that handsome gentleman won't always be grumpy," Lexy replied, following Alice's steps towards the stall where her favorite flowers were. Alice was captivated by the vibrant colors of these perfect symbols of love. Tulips originated from the Netherlands, and their distinctive petal shapes were an attraction for flower lovers. The petals consisted of six corolla leaves of various colors such as orange, white, red, blue, yellow, and others. The bright colors were also a significant factor in why many people, including Alice, liked them.

"How do you know the names of all of them?" Amy asked. "I grew up as a daughter of a horticulturist," she answered with a proud grin. "I see." Amy said. They continued to walk through the town until Amy spotted a bright pink rose. Its design was quite unique. She had never seen a rose of its kind. "I can see you fancy that one," a guttural voice said coming from beside her. She turned to see who it was and was stunned to see a lean young man with a smile plastered on his face and his hands pocketed in his pants. "Excuse me?" Amy asked. "You like that one don't you?" He questioned.

He looked up and there he saw a girl standing on one of the branches, she look disheveled with ragged clothes. "Are you throwing fruits at me???" Nike said as he picked up the fruit and dusted it, "Thanks..." He winked as he casually took a bite on the fruit. The fruit looks like a bubble and had a jelly like texture, when he bite on it, a combination of sweetness with a hint of sourness much like how an indian mango that is not fully ripe tasted burst in his mouth. "HMMMM... how did you know that I loved the BUBBLE FRUIT??" He asked smiling.

The crowd was happy. Charlotte noticed a heart-shaped fruit tree with oval leaves with a short point at the top or teardrop-shaped leaves. The fruit is usually smooth and reddish in color, and the leaves are oval with such a slight point at the top of the petal. She was completely mesmerized for seeing a fruit like this for the first time leading her to say gladly, “Berries Legolas!” pointing at the tree. “I love berries, can you please?” Averiya giggled and tapped Charlotte’s shoulders, “Your Highness, it’s called plum.”