Bloom At Rienda Novels & Stories

Even Seraphina, usually composed, couldn't conceal her disbelief at the unexpected results. Aslaug, growing irritated, was about to speak when she noticed Randal trying to suppress his laughter. Amusement replaced her anger, and she decided to let Randal take the opportunity to explain. Randal didn't hesitate to face his fellow examinees and provide an explanation. "The plant they let us take care of is called Midnight Bloom. It is a special plant. It has a very short lifespan—about three weeks. This made them very rare to see around. I’m actually not surprised to see the most powerful pack have that kind of plant. In the first two weeks, the plant would bloom healthily. It will display its

] Diandra replied. [Your beautiful face always makes me think of you, so even though I miss you for a while.] [You could have been.] Diandra replied by inserting a sticker full of love. 'Oh my! She just makes me feel flowery. ' Reynald's mind cheered with excitement, not realizing that Riana was peeking behind him.

The Bloom Garden was absolutely breathtaking. Every flower in this place blooms beautifully and is planted neatly according to its colors. They were just like colorful blankets on the ground. Aria's small smile appeared on her face as she looked around. This was the first time she visited this place and everything around her was enough to amaze her and make her forget for a moment what had happened today. “I've heard about this flower garden since they talked so much about it. But I've never been here.” Aria said while exhaling a long breath. She breathed in the fresh air again and closed her eyes while enjoying the cool dew drops falling on her skin.

I dismissed him and stepped outside. The courtyard smelled of rain again fresh, but heavy. Above the walls, the horizon looked bruised where the sea should have been blue. I found Aria on the ramparts just before sunset. She wore no robe now, only a plain tunic, her hair tangled from the wind. For a moment she looked like the girl who once carried wine through these same halls until she turned, and her eyes caught the light. “Another report?” she asked. “Yes,” I said. “The tides are wrong.”

The building across the way with the jasmine that blooms in March and means spring, and has meant spring every year she has lived here. Jordi looks at the street with the alert interest of someone inventorying a new category of information. Noa looks at the jasmine. "Jasmine," Valentina says to her. Noa does not look away from the building across the street. "She's reading it," Clara says, from behind her, in the doorway with the Saturday notebook already open. "She does that," Valentina says. "She does it with everything," Clara says. "She looked at the photograph of Jordi — " she means Jordi Serra, the photograph above the television in Sant Andreu — "for a long time last Sunday. Ava notic

“Looks like you all free at the moment. How about we have a meeting?” Hearing that everyone immediately scattered. Ria looked at her with eagerness in her eyes as she asked excitedly, “Who sent them?” ‘Who else could it be accept Darren?’ Looking down at the flowers, Areiza thought. The roses were as bright as fire, and it reminded her of the irresistible charms of Darren. At that moment, her phone rang. But Ria reacted faster than did. She took the phone put it in her hand and said, “It’s a call from Darren! I guess he was the one who sent you the flowers.”

A meadow. Glowing. Golden. Bathed in magic light that shimmered like stardust. Damian and I walked forward in silence, wounded, bloodied, but alive. In the center of the meadow was a single flower. Tall, with petals that shimmered gold and silver like woven moonlight. The fabled Solaria Bloom. “It’s real,” I breathed. “It can cure curses,” Damian whispered, kneeling beside me. “Like the one killing my father.” I picked it with shaking hands, the stem humming against my palm. For a moment, I felt warm.