Bloom Graphic Novels & Stories

“Do you smell it?” My frown deepened. “What nonsense are you blabbering about? Have you lost your mind?” He turned his head away from me, doing that weird sniffing thing. “The whole palace needs to be rid of moonveil blossom.” Moonveil blossom. There was nothing like that planted anywhere on my grounds. “I think you have officially lost it and you better pray to the goddess that I don’t lose my shit.” “Who put this flower here?” He motioned to the discard bouquet. “Whoever put this here is bathed in the moonveil blossom.”

“You being affiliated with Bloom Beauty actually boosted sales. Like, for real. Whatever we paid you was worth it for the company.” Charlie nods, his expression softer now. “She’s right. You don’t owe us anything.” I nod back. “Thanks.” But I already know, I’m still going to make it up to them somehow. She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to spoil the hell out of Anastasia Blomqvist. She better be ready. { Anastasia } I notice the change in Bram immediately. The second he gets cleared, it’s like someone flipped a switch inside him. He went from “hot guy who casually works out” to athlete.

- Soo Min called him and spread the chosen pages with e-mail messages across her desk. - An e-mail from aesthetic medicine clinic called "Cherry Blossom Beauty"?- Hyun Woo spoke up, pushing his swivel chair to her desk and looking at the spread pages.- It sounds like a joke, but literally each of these girls got an email from this clinic, either already having a plastic surgery or just planning one.- he added after a moment.

It was a single line of stark white text on a pitch – black background. LIQUIDATION INCOMPLETE. PHASE FOUR INITIATED. Attached to the text was a low – resolution, grainy photograph. I watched the blood drain from Lolita’s beautiful face. The photo was taken from far away. It looked right through the wet windows of the Dorchester gala from last night. It was a picture of us standing on the terrace. I was holding her, entirely captivated, completely unaware we were being hunted. And in the bottom corner of the image, digitally stamped in blood – red ink, were GPS coordinates pointing directly to this building. To Sovereign Bloom Capital.

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.

She let out a bright little giggle. "My sweet girl. Come, let me hold her," my grandfather said. I laughed and passed the bundled baby to him. Chandler leaned in closer, his face full of pride. "Of course, she's adorable. She's ours, after all." "You kid, always trying to take the credit…" Watching the two of them, I turned back to the tombstone and couldn't help smiling. The butterfly fluttered around us for a long while before it finally drifted toward the flowers on the other side.

When Connor got home, Suri was by the window, showing Logan her sketches. They were leaned in close as she pointed at the page. "Here, I'm thinking of adding a small garden—with different kinds of roses..." The word 'roses' made something flicker behind her eyes. Logan caught it instantly. He glanced at her profile, softening. "How about sunflowers instead? They're all about facing life with warmth and hope." "Really?" Suri looked up, locking eyes with him.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I have something for you." He pulled a small pouch from his coat and placed it gently in her hands. Sally furrowed her brow slightly, a sudden mix of emotions stirring in her. "What is it?" "It's a phoenix. Take a look and see if you like it," Cloud said, his eyes bright with excitement, barely able to hide his eagerness. Sally pressed her lips together and opened the pouch. Inside was a carved phoenix, so lifelike it seemed ready to spread its wings. Painted with delicate colors, it was exquisitely beautiful. She didn't say a word, only traced the figure gently with her fingertips.

“You.” I blinked. “What?” “You,” he repeated. “It’s your concept.” “I just…” I opened my mouth to argue, but then stopped. This should be a new environment for me to attempt new things, so why not? “…Fine,” I said. Work started almost immediately after, and for a while, I didn’t think. I just… moved. Sketching lightly across the canvas, mapping out structure. The fountain at the center, was just enough to hold attention without overwhelming everything else.

I clenched my hands tighter as the pain in my palm seared. … I had no idea how long we walked for. The sun seemed to have climbed to its peak. I was finally allowed to remove the blindfold. Before me stretched a winding, narrow path that ended in a bottomless cave. Beside it stood a towering, ancient tree. Its scent of osmanthus drifted even from afar. The villagers said the tree had absorbed the essence of countless Blossom Brides. That was what made it so tall and fragrant. When we were thirty feet away from the cave, the procession abruptly stopped.