Bloom At Rienda Novels & Stories

Rula knows how to seduce. Just for the sake of a magical flower? Rula was sure that some idiot in the coastal capital Ondalle Haven would want to buy a single flower at a high price. She can pay off her debts. Then, live comfortably with the rest of the money. Rula stood on her tiptoes, her lips trying to reach Rondolf's ear. The woman whispered, “Give me the three bunches and the seeds. I will serve you all night.” She gave a gentle blow on Rondolf's slender neck.

Bloom gasped in delight, her heart swelling with emotion. As she held the dress against her, Liam spoke, his voice filled with affection. "I thought we could have a special evening together in the garden, just the two of us." Bloom, her eyes misty with emotion, nodded in agreement. "I would love that, Liam." With the help of Ana, Bloom changed into the beautiful dress. She felt like a princess, and as she stepped out into the moonlit garden, she was met with a breathtaking sight. The maids had worked their magic, and the garden had been transformed into a dreamlike setting.

For the first time, real panic hit him. The girl who used to wait for him, put up with him, put him first—she was done. *** While Mira buried herself in work in Parisse, everyone back in Arlencia started paying for what they'd done. Holly got hit first. After the wedding, Caleb turned cold. The favoritism? Gone. He told her straight up—don't contact him again. Twenty-plus years of friendship, over. Holly panicked.

You looks so pretty like that. More blushing over here. Before I could reply though,he texted again. Alexander: Sorry love, but apparently my attention is needed...time for me to listen to boring finance talk all over again. Me: *gasp* finance is so not boring!!! Take that back!!! Alexander: Nope, not until you can prove that. He added laughing emojis and I smiled. Me: Challenge accepted! Now pay attention while I do same. Bye Alexander. Alexander: Bye pretty Flower. I put my phone back in my bag and focused on the lecturer, quickly getting back on track and soon passing through all three hours of the class.

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.

Freya’s nails, which were cut like daggers, sliced against Cassiopeia's cheek, leaving a visible claw mark. Cassiopeia was bewildered by what Freya was saying. "I don't know what you are talking about. Let me go." "You’re still lying!" Freya gestured at the pale-looking Liam, who was lying on the bed, and teared up. "Liam is only four years old and just had a kidney transplant. How can you be so cruel to him? Aren’t you a mother too?"

"You can change everything you want for our wedding except for the date itself." His eyes stared at me for a moment longer and he smiled. He only moved his gaze when the wedding coordinator arrived at the entrance. When his gaze left mine, I steadied my breath and tried to calm the panic. There I realized the blush crept into my face. 'What the heck was that? Did I just blush? No way! Why would I blush anyway?!' "It's my pleasure to finally meet you, President Lu. I'm Cierra Wang and your wedding coordinator." Fortunately, she arrived on time so I managed to hide my reaction from him.

she said, "and I may have a lead." Rosalind's gaze fell on Athena, her eyes burning with anticipation. "Share your findings," Rosalind urged, her voice laced with urgency. Athena hesitated, her hands clasped together in a gesture of uncertainty. "It's a long shot," she admitted, "but a rare flower, Moonbloom, might hold the cure." Tristan's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. "Where can we find Moonbloom?" he asked, his voice firm.

When I was seven, I stole a phone and called my mother's family. That was how I finally got her out of the compound where my father had kept her prisoner. When my grandfather stormed into the cellar, Mom was chained by the neck, with bloodstained whips scattered at her feet. He beat my father nearly to death. The man spent the rest of his life paralyzed and bedridden. Before Mom got into the car, she reached for me through her tears. "Evan, come with me." I grabbed the hem of her coat—and then I remembered my previous life. Back then, she had taken me with her. Her family had never accepted her for bringing home the son of the man who destroyed her life. She endured years of contempt for

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.