Bloom & Prosper Candle Novels & Stories

It was Alex who noticed the flame doodles first. I had all but forgotten them, shrugged off the red ink cartoon-y flames from my conscious. So many more pressing developments had surfaced since I had first noticed them back in Mains' personal photos, but yet again there they were. He'd found a few more as he searched. One scrawled on the back of the photo of Ronelda in front of Mains' cottage, another on the waxy covering from the third journal, two more on newspaper clippings, and one final one on the Luna's death certificate. He set them aside, searching the papers for more. I traced over the delicate swirl with my finger. They had to mean something, the little licking flame stood out from

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.

He lowered the window pane and looked at his lady love. She was murmuring Hanuman chalisa (a sacred hymn of Hanuman, a Hindu god believed to be immortal and gives protection to the ones who remembers him in the time of problem and misery) and moving slowly and was actually bribing god to help her out today and then she will take care of her car from next day.... Rudra chuckled and that was when Sakshi stopped with her murmuring and looked sideways.... She was stunned to see him in front of herself....

"All honor, all glory, and all power to You, O Holy Father, as I worship You with Precious Jesus Christ, our Saviour, and the Holy Spirit, whom we wait for the fire to consume since You, our God, are a consuming fire with a coal to purge our wickedness and filthiness through the cross of Jesus Christ, Amen, Alleluia!” Finally, Nancy proclaims while singing as she gradually drifts off to sleep. Nancy is having a good time that night when suddenly a terrible scene appears in the background. "What's the problem? This has previously happened before!” As she moves along the unknown path, Nancy utters. The road is made of concrete, is painted white, is clean, long, and narrow, and only has room fo

Each place setting is meticulously arranged, with fine porcelain plates and glistening silverware, shimmering under the soft glow of the candlelight. As the candle flames flicker, casting a warm and intimate glow, a centerpiece of vibrant red roses takes center stage. The roses are carefully arranged, their petals unfurling gracefully, radiating a passionate allure. They are nestled in a crystal vase, their fragrance filling the air and weaving a tapestry of romance that envelops the room.

"You care about each other that much? Then you two can finish the wedding." Caleb's brows pulled tight. "Stop being ridiculous!" Holly scoffed, all attitude. "If my existence bothers you that much, fine. I'll cut Caleb off. As long as you finish the wedding, I swear I'll never show up in front of you again. That should make you feel better, right?"

"Mr. Cadell, why don't you sign Liam’s name first?" Lucas suddenly thought about the past few days of remote silence from Cassiopeia and grew increasingly uneasy. The only thing on his mind now was Cassiopeia, and he would not register anything else said to him. With that, he tore the seal open. The first thing that caught his eye was a thin slip of paper with a bold, striking font pronouncing the words: "Death Certificate".

“But thanks for confirming I still have it.” “You’ve never lost it,” Aria muttered under her breath. Selene grinned. “What was that?” “Nothing.” Outside, the sky was gray and lazy, not quite raining but threatening to. The cracked window in the yoga studio let in a breeze that tugged at loose papers and dust. Aria wandered to the far end of the room and picked up a can of instant coffee from the supply bag they’d hauled in. “We still have that little burner?” she asked. Selene nodded, pulling it from the corner and clicking it on. A small blue flame hissed to life, casting a faint glow across the mat-covered floor.

Even if Zayden and Yannick spent every day waiting outside, it did not change her attitude. Julian tightened his grip on his spoon. He set down his spoon, stood up, and went to his room to make a phone call. The next day, when Xena arrived at First Bloom, Julian was waiting at the door. As she came up, he stepped in front of her and handed her a document. “It’s the store lease agreement. “Xena, I know you wanted to rent a shop in the CBD, but there were some problems. I took care of it for you.”

With Bennett's fiery temper, Sean could end up worse than just beaten. Sean could not risk it. His face darkened with a terrible gravity. In a heartbeat, Sean blurted, "Honey, Mom's spiritual advisor said you should light a candle on the quiet rooftop before the baby comes, to pray for a safe birth!" A rooftop? The only way up was the stairs. It looked like Sean had a plan to send me tumbling down. I did not argue. I just followed him up the stairwell. "Babe, I'll lead. Watch your step, okay?" said Sean, his concern as thin as ice.