Bloom For Me Novels & Stories

When he lets me go, I miss his embrace, but I know this is for the best. “Thank you for not laughing at my flower addiction,” I say, gazing around us at the sunflowers, roses, and breathtaking bouquets I’ve surrounded myself with. When one bouquet begins to die, I replace it with another, and the arrangements brighten my day. XXX

“What note?” I showed him the note retrieving it from my bag. It said, ‘Good luck. Make me proud.’ And a flower at the end where we are supposed to sign. “I don’t understand the flower,” I said pointing at it. “It looks like… like a four-leaf clover.” He carefully said examining it. “Do you know what that means?” he asked me raising his head from the note. ‘That’s impossible.’ I thought. I mean it can’t be. My mind took me to the two persons in this world that I could relate to the four-leaf clovers with but that’s ridiculous. Maybe it’s not something meaningful for me but them, so…

He looked at me calmly. “Time isn’t a line,” he said. “What is it?” He smiled. “A bloom.” And then he was gone. No doors opened. No windows closed. Just silence where he had stood, and a single bloom petal on my pillow. Weeks passed. The children who’d appeared around the world began gathering. Drawn to bloom-sites. To memory vaults. No one told them to come. No messages were sent. But they came. And when they sang together for the first time—twelve voices aligned in perfect harmonic bloom—a new glyph appeared in the skies above each vault. Visible for three days. Glowing like a constellation that hadn’t existed before.

“A pleasure. We’ve heard so much about your… quiet success.” I took her hand briefly, my own smile serene. Then, in a voice low enough for them alone but carrying just enough for nearby ears, I delivered the riddle with elegant calm: “Some flowers bloom brightest when another is crushed beneath the soil. Isn’t it fascinating how betrayal can fertilize new growth—until the roots remember and start pulling back?”

The intensity in his gaze makes me tremble, "You are blossoming slowly, even after what you've been through. You are my lotus. The bravest and strongest girl that I know. For that, I love and respect you more than I thought possible," His words bring tears to my eyes. I squeeze his hands in mine, unable to find words to thank him without breaking into sobs. Now, I understand why he gives me a lotus flower every morning. I didn't understand at first because all the ones I received were not entirely in bloom, but it was a journey. Blossoming isn't abrupt; it takes some time.

“But I think… I think this one fits us.” My fingers brushed gently against the shell's polished ridges, coaxing out the notes that echoed softly throughout the room. I chose the one I dubbed "First Bloom." It was a melody that signaled the shift in tides, the passage of storms, and the first appearance of color in the coral beds. It was about the changing seasons and new possibilities stirring in the depths.

Leo cut her off before she could finish what she wanted to say. He turned and walked back towards the house without looking at either of us again. I opened the Range Rover door and slid inside before anyone could say anything else and drove out of the compound. Halfway to Lizzy’s, my phone rang. It was from an unknown number. I answered through the car speakers. “Hello?” “Hi,good afternoon, Luna Freya?” “Yes.” “This is Bloom & Co. We have a delivery for you. Someone paid for flowers to be sent to your address. Would you like to pick them up? We’re close to your location.”

I had a strong feeling we needed the Pack’s hospital if there was any hope of reversing it. And to make matters worse, Bridget's stupid ass had already burned through an obscene amount of money trying to cover this mess up. “Heartbane Bloom,” I muttered. “That’s what we called this drug in class. It's a complicated spellwork, the formula’s known only to my kind. To make it, you have to gather a handful of impossibly rare plants.” I gave a humorless laugh. “And the price for it is just as ridiculous.” “I’ve never heard of that before…”

When we finally pull apart, I manage a shaky smile and say, “Alright, beta (son). Just make sure you get a picture of a Mourning Bloom for me, and I promise not to worry. Too much.” Jai grins and chuckles. “Deal.”

I left the hall and wandered into the garden to look at the flowers. "Why did you come out here? Didn't I tell you to wait for me?" That cool, steady voice came from beside me. It was Chandler. I turned my head and happened to meet his deep, steady gaze. "Look at these blooms. Back when we studied at the academy, the flowers looked just like this." Since my grandfather was the royal advisor, I naturally had the right to study alongside the princes at the academy.