Bloom & Prosper Candle Novels & Stories

"Ready?" I grab my debit card and ID and put them in my back pocket. I don't feel like lugging around a purse all day. We head to the elevator and he presses the R on the floor pad. The doors open up to an amazing view of the river. There are small shops lining the walkway along both sides. Flowers, candles, perfumes, restaurants, and bars...anything you can imagine is there. Kids are laughing and throwing bread pieces in the water to feed the ducks and turtles. Music is coming from various shops, it all blends together perfectly. We start our adventure, we come to a tiny candle shop. The woman inside is making a set of tapered bright red candles. She dips the string in the wax and lets it

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

“Me too.” I nod toward the rear. “Come on. Let me show you around.” We move through the archway into the back room. There’s a long table in the center, meant for sorting and blending. Bundles of dried herbs hang from the beams like sleeping bats, and the air smells like rosemary and lavender and something sharper underneath. “To the left is the candle room,” I say, gesturing. “We make our own. Beeswax, soy, scent blends.” She peers in. “You do all this yourself?”

Another card: "For relaxation." Noon brought aromatherapy candles, each one hand-poured in crystal vessels that probably cost more than most people's monthly rent. The scents were carefully chosen – chamomile, vanilla, sandalwood. A third card: "For peace of mind." I stood in the middle of my bedroom, surrounded by Kyle's latest attempts at... what? Apology? Compensation? Control wrapped in cashmere and silk? "Mrs. Branson?" Mrs. Chen appeared in the doorway, her arms full of yet another package. "This just arrived. Shall I—"

"Adrianna, to me, you are the most precious thing in this world." "Here," he said, his tone changing as he momentarily let go of me to retrieve something. He pulled out a small, elegant jewelry box. "I have something for you." "What is this?" I asked. When I opened the box, I had to catch my breath. Inside lay the newly released Ocean's Embrace diamond bracelet, a collaboration piece by Kairos Jewels. It featured 108 diamonds arranged to mimic stars circling the moon, each stone sparkling with an intense brilliance.

Wyatt’s injuries had not yet healed. The doctor repeatedly warned him to rest, yet he insisted on being discharged early. He spent hundreds of millions setting up a romantic setup at the most luxurious rose estate in Blackridge. The grounds were blanketed with Juliet roses flown in from France, each bloom personally selected by him. The orchestra’s program was finalized after three sleepless nights. The fireworks were custom-designed to form a starry sky pattern that Vera loved and would burst at the most romantic moment, spelling out her name.

In the middle of the garden, there is only one table with two designer chairs. An elegantly constructed candle holder hangs from the ceiling over the table. The candle has its own distinct aroma, which can help to relax the atmosphere. There is a flower stand with rose blooms on it, however these roses were not simple bits. It contains a variety of smells. An costly red wine bottle and two worldwide glasses sit in the middle of the table. Everything is beautiful and breathtaking. This is ideal for a romantic evening.

“Wait. Wait. Before we go up, can I ask for a favor, Cathy?” I was tidying my things before going up to my room when I heard her question. “Sure, what is it?” “Remember that perfume brand that I endorsed a few months ago?” hesitation is clearly heard in her voice. So, I stopped what I was doing and looked at her. “Was that the Angel’s Perfume Collection? Yup, I remember it. Why” She played with her hair while lowering her head. Confused by her actions, I moved closer. “What is it? Did you encounter a problem with that brand?”

I say, not bothering to pretend that’s not what I’m doing. “Candles are always good.” “How many and what scent?” I say, grabbing a cart and looking down the aisles until I find candles. “What surfaces do you have to put them on?” she asks. I think about the set up of my room. “A desk, a nightstand, a coffee table, and two end tables on either side of a loveseat.” “Two for the desk, three for the coffee table, and one each for the end and nightstands. I would go with something light, vanilla is always mild. Does she have a floral scent?”

Maybe they would be back by the time I was done picking some of the candles. Walking down the aisle of floral scented candles, I looked for one that'd cause an aphrodisiac effect, make sparks fly and ward off all his exhaustion. I might have just found it. Patchouli and rosewood. Delighted, I took the little jar secured with a red silk ribbon tied into a bow when two eyes white as a ghost's popped up at the back out of nowhere. A scream escaped my lips as I receded, my back hitting the shelf behind.