Bloom Graphic Novels & Stories

Not yet. Across the city, in a glass-walled penthouse that shimmered under Eiffel Tower light, Santiago Cortez poured himself a glass of absinthe and watched the live traffic tracker hum across the screen. Search tags. Blog reposts. Trend spikes. Over 68% surge in engagement in four hours. His assistant approached, tablet in hand. “The VantaBloom design is exploding,” she said. “Even Antonio Fashion’s junior staff are resharing it.” Santiago barely glanced at the screen. “Let them.”

"I was afraid." "Of what? "Because you'd notice me. And understand everything." "I did," she whispered. "And so do I." She removed from her pocket a photocopied copy of the engagement photograph. "I'd like to frame this and hang it in the center," she said to him. Luke blinked. "The center?" “The Bloom Initiative. Right in the lobby. So people walk in and see that families don’t have to look perfect. Just. whole in their own way.” He nodded slowly. “They’ll ask who the little boy is.”

___________________________________________________________________________ Bloom /bluːm/ noun 1. a flower, especially one cultivated for its beauty. "an exotic bloom" 2. a delicate powdery surface deposit on certain fresh fruits, leaves, or stems. "the bloom on a plum" verb 1. produce flowers; be in flower. "a chalk pit where cowslips bloomed" TECHNICAL 1. coat (a lens) with a special surface layer so as to reduce reflection from its surface.

“Bloom…” *** Bloom arrived early at work the next day and got down to tidying up the boss’s office. Today, she also greeted Sharon who only scoffed at her but Bloom wasn’t bothered. She was in a good mood that morning and was determined not to allow anything tarnish it. She was singing lowly to the K-pop playlist that was playing on her phone and only had the left ear of her earplugs on. The CEO walked in just then. “Good morning sir” Sharon was quick to greet him to which he nodded to and proceeded to get to his desk. But what he saw instead, had him laying back to watch the cute little fluffy rabbit do her thing.

She plucked one. The glow of the flower dimmed faintly in her hand.There was power in it. Without Gina noticing, she carefully slipped the flower into satchel. ——— Later that night—At the Blackmoon Pack Library… Laura sneaked into the library. She sat by the heart a sack of old leather-bounds times beside her. She picked few books about herbs. One of the books had what she was looking for. Solaris Bloom. It was also known as “The Flames of Renewal”the Bloom is a rare flower said to glow with the last breath of a fallen star.Known for its potent restorative properties.

> the daughter of a marquise said to the princess. She then gave a display of her power s she controlled and accelerated the growth of flowers surrounding us, the flowers reached us. They praised and complimented her ability, so this is the bloom? Let’s analyze it with my [Evil Eyes of Clairvoyance] This magic is similar to spell casting… it acts like an enchantment in a kind but the reason why I say its mere spell casting is because it requires a magic circle.

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.

"Something came up at work. Wait for me at home, I'll be back early." I didn't call him out on it. After he left, I accepted Mabel's friend request. Her latest post was a photo of a sea of roses with the caption. "My love planted my favorite roses with his own hands." My chest tightened. So, even the roses weren't planted for me. Before we got married, he had promised to give me a field of roses all my own. But he was always busy, and I'd never brought it up again. He suddenly prepared a sea of roses because someone else wanted it.

Freya decided it was safe to take a peek. He had doodled something on the blank white surface of his cast plaster. It was a sketch of a plump cat gesturing at a blackboard. It appeared to be in the middle of giving a serious lecture, and the hair on the top of its head was comically ruffled. Meanwhile, there was another black cat next to it in a cowering position with its ears tucked. It was on its knees and seemed to be apologizing for something. Next to the two cats was a large tree, shedding loose pieces of leaves. There were two kittens cheerily playing with each other.

Vivian sat alone in the shadowed corner of the bar, watching strangers drift beneath the amber glow of the lights. She could not believe she had actually fallen for a rumor. “The real reason the Hayes and Carter families postponed the wedding? Sebastian’s ex was kidnapped. He’d rather call off the marriage than leave her to die.” One reckless sentence was all it took for her to book the first flight to Harbor City. Sebastian was the untouchable heir everyone admired—a fixture on the covers of financial magazines and the polished businessman delivering keynote speeches at charity galas. What could a man like him possibly be doing in a place like this? Vivian shook her head, set down her g