Bloom For Me Novels & Stories

Julian’s eyes wandered to a clothing store next door that was opening the same day. [First Bloom] Julian looked at the sign twice. When he looked inside the window, he froze. A slender, graceful figure stood behind the counter. He stared in shock. Someone behind him nudged him impatiently. He snapped out of it and ran forward.

“What is it?” “A botanical preparation. The root of a plant called noctis bloom. It only grows in old-growth forests, the kind that haven’t been touched by civilization.” She hesitated. “The problem is that those forests are overrun with feral supernatural beasts. Creatures that have gone wild. Getting to the noctis bloom isn’t just a hike. It’s a mission.”

And I… I give us fire. The merge doesn’t swallow me. It accepts me. For the first time in my damn life, the storm finds somewhere it belongs. Inside someone we’re all becoming.

I said, but my voice sounded small here. “You will,” the figure replied. “This flower will be your key, but also your test. Protect it well, for it will not bloom for you again.” The fire surged higher, and the vision blurred, fading into white… I gasped, stumbling back into myself. The meadow was there again. The Bloom was still under my fingertips. Ryker was beside me, his brow furrowed. “What did you see?” he asked quietly. I opened my mouth, but the words tangled in my throat. “Nothing,” I said finally, shaking my head. “Just… the flower.”

" It had been ages since Tristan had given Madeline anything. Hence, he was certain she'd be moved by the gesture. Madeline, however, merely stared at the bouquet. She noticed how the petals had already started to droop, and a bitter laugh caught in her throat. Was she so pathetic that he thought he could humiliate her like this? Tristan hadn't even bought the bouquet for her. It was meant for Regina. She had already seen it in Regina's video earlier. And now, he was handing the flowers to her like he was doing her a favor. Did he really think she was worth nothing more than trash?

Ruth said smoothly. Freya opened her mouth to argue, but Ruth cut her off coldly, adding, "I hear that for the past few days, you've been fed Bloodswallow Herb, Skyreach Root, and Frostbloom Lotus. Do you know how much those rare herbs cost? Before you leave, you will repay everything you've taken from Fred. Only then will you be free to go." This time, Freya said nothing. She bit her lip hard, clearly unwilling to accept the situation.

She just showed up. "Hey," Chloe said softly, breaking the steady rhythm of their manual labor. She was staring at a framed black-and-white photograph of the city skyline she had brought over. "Thanks for letting me invade your space. My roommate has been driving me crazy lately, and... I don't know. It’s nice here. It feels steady."

Bloom tapped her chin with her fingers "Well we could...but we can't force her she'll have to make that choice herself since we are free spirits. We cannot trap her." She leaned close to me and sniffed me "But her blood smells amazing...filled with so much power. I never thought a human could possess such a gem of quality." She licked my neck. "I bet it tastes even better, her skin tastes like milk." "Control yourself Bloom, we must initiate her first and don't do anything to her." Flora Warned. Bloom rolled her eyes "I won't, I'm just so horny." I giggled grinning as rainbows and unicorns hopped around in a pink paradise. "Me too, I'm so horny."

At that moment, the disappointment in their eyes felt sharp enough to pierce through me. Even after being given a second chance at life, and even though I had tried my best to stay out of this matter, I had once again become the culprit in their eyes. What made it even more ridiculous was that the so-called worthless university they mocked was actually the top law school in the country. Unfortunately, their eyes saw only Ethan and my Sophia—both graduates of prestigious universities—and they had never cared to learn anything about me.

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.