Bloom & Prosper Candle 소설 & 이야기

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?"

This spell is underwhelming but effective. Opening my eyes, I see the candles snuff out one by one as the center bowl sets alight and self-combusts in a little implosion. A puff of fire and smoke, a flash of tiny sparks, and then it burns out to an ember, and the smoke turns blue, before it fades away. Almost gentle in its power, given the importance of its task.

My vision sharper enough to see the moon that hasn't shown. My spine transited to a sharp pointed one, I grew taller, a long tailed forced itself out. Curvy and hairy. A spark ignited.

"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".

Just her own breath fogging the surface — and then clearing in a perfect circle, like something exhaled back. She didn't sleep that night. The hum was louder now, beneath the floor. Piper refused to go near the mirror. Aria curled up on the couch with every light on and watched the flowers. At 3:12 a.m., one of them bloomed wider and let out a sound. A tiny, glassy chime. Like the beginning of a lullaby. By morning, the bookstore was no longer pretending. Books shifted on their own shelves. Titles changed when she wasn't looking. The register printed out a receipt for The Blooming Path: One Copy Sold. She didn't sell anything.

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.