Apple Bloom Cute Novels & Stories

But they didn’t fail to impress me by what they did, earning themselves a bonus to whatever I planned on paying them. “This is beautiful” Kiara said looking around the scene and I smiled squeezing her hand gently. The two of us looking at one another for a second before I watched her walk toward one of the flowers, kneeling down to touch its petals. It was an orchid which they managed to plant, they had originally tried planting a few. But only one of them managed to grow, smiling at the beauty. I kneeled down to her side and watched as she looked at the flower with amazement, her beautiful blue eyes sparkling as she looked at the wondrous creature. “You like it?”

"And this is a magnolia, it's beautiful, isn't it? " Evelyn couldn't help but smile looking at the boy who was happily talking about his garden. "This one right here is a snowdrift crabapple and the one next to it is a Loquat." He pointed to the two trees. "I like crabapple's flowers, white flowers calms my mind." He said going to stand under the tree. "Loquat has white flowers too but it blossomed early this time and now it's all fruits." He pointed to the tree which had plum-like bright yellow fruits hanging on it. "Loquat's flowers have a really sweet scent. I come here often when it blooms because of that." Evelyn looked at the tree again. There were small birds on it, some chirping and

The bowl is, without question, beautiful. Not technically perfect — Rosa is not aiming for technical perfection and has never been — but beautiful in the way that the third one was specific and the fourth one is resolved. It has a particular quality that Valentina has to look at for a full minute before she can name: it looks like it knows what it is. She texts back: Mama. This one. Rosa replies: I know. The teacher says I finally stopped apologizing to the clay. Valentina reads this line three times.

He was so close I could smell expensive tobacco, rain, and a raw, heavy musk that made my pulse hammer in my throat. "I'm Franco," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my mouth. "And I think Lyle just made the biggest mistake of his pathetic life. He thinks he broke you. I think he just let you off the leash." The heat radiating off his body was a physical weight. I had just lost my husband, but standing this close to Franco, the only thing I felt was a sudden, violent ache between my thighs. He held out a heavy, matte black invitation. "The Apex Bloom. It's a survival game for the elite. The prize is a billion pounds. But it doesn't reward beauty, Lolita. It rewards the hunger of a woman who h

A guard stationed nearby immediately took notice. "You really shouldn't be out here, ma'am," he cautioned. "We'll stay close. The fresh air will do us both some good," I said with a reassuring smile. "Just don't wander too far," he replied. "That's not the plan," I assured him. Alice ran to a bush full of blooms, fascinated by the butterflies landing on them. She crouched down, enraptured. "What's this flower called?" she asked, her small hands reaching toward it. "I'm not sure. They look like daisies..." I crouched beside her, trying to join in her wonder.

Almera rolled her eyes with a bored expression. “Is ours ready?” Amy asked curiously. “Two are done” Mira shrugged. “Can I?” Amy asked with hesitation, the excitement clearly evident on her face. Mira smiled as pointed at Almera and mouthed “Ask the boss.” She pushed the basket towards Almera. “Allie…” Amy turned to Almera with a pleading look. Almera rolled her eyes and opened the basket. The sky-blue cloths also had orchids…. But unlike Patricia’s they were a shade of blue and pink and were like single blooms scattered all over the cloth.

Anjali got shocked, she stared at Alex with a confused look while trying to figure out what was going on. " Alex !! you should have to give me flowers instead of apples ", Anjali finally broke the silence. Alex chuckled and pinched the cheeks of Anjali, " How could you call yourself a K-drama lover when you don't know that apple is the symbol of apology ". Anjali rolled her eyes and said, " I knew it but who gives the bouquet of apples ? Idiot ! What will I do ? ".

A few of the men climbed the waterfall, leaping off into the lake below. “Hmph! Show-offs!” one of the girls laughed at the two men who jumped from the top. Alice noticed a path leading up to the falls. Intrigued, she started walking toward it but soon found herself distracted by a row of fruit trees. The fruits looked delicious. I wonder what those are. They look tasty, Alice thought, moving closer to the tree. It was a rambutan tree, with fruit similar to lychees—hairy on the outside and red when ripe. Alice stared at the tempting fruits but couldn’t figure out how to reach them.

Sharmaine spoke up. “Why, your place is beautiful, like a tulip.” Sharmaine's small flower trembled in the air. Galvin lifted Sharmaine's butt, he wanted to get a good look at Sharmaine's sensitive place. The flower has a very beautiful and attractive light pink color, the fragrance is sweet and attractive, the white juice begins to ooze. Galvin's fingers touched the sensitive spot, Sharmaine let out a loud gasp, she couldn't stand the stimulation. Galvin put down Sharmaine, he looked at Sharmaine's expression, his fingers went deeper, he wanted to feel Sharmaine's tightness.