Bloom Sisters Novels & Stories

I thought to myself, surprised that my father was letting his emotions slip so much when he was supposed to be the example to our people and have full control over them. “Who are you?” My father asked. “I am Akasha, this is Ari, Gia, Sunama, and Huricana.” Akasha introduced them, they curtsied when their names were spoken. “We are the Elemental Sisters.” Ari announced when Akasha finished speaking, Akasha shook her head at her disapprovingly. “Who is your leader?” “Our leaders were our parents, the pixie village chieftains Wyder and Valda. They were killed by the Goblins. We believe we are the only ones that made it out alive. Akasha is now our leader, as she is the Eldest.” Gia explained.

Right now, I felt like a complete joke. I wiped away my tears. People who weren't worth it didn't deserve my tears. That included Claude and my own brother. When I got home, I organized all the evidence I'd collected of Claude's cheating over the past few days before sleeping soundly. On our wedding anniversary, Claude got up early to make me a loving breakfast. "Happy anniversary, honey! We're going to stay at Wildrose Estate today, where you'll finally get to see the sea of flowers I've prepared for you by tonight."

Over by the apiary, a female in a white suit and veil is smoking the bees. Another female, Wrenlee’s sister, Annabel, is perched on an overturned bushel basket, picking peas. Their youngest sister, Laney, sits nearly in the grass, shelling the peas and popping at least every other one in her mouth. “Hello, sisters,” I call. They both wave. They’re still shy of me and the other males, but they don’t smell of fear anymore, and that’s a blessing.

Chapter Ninety-two [Blooming love separates] Nancy eagerly considers the ruminating thoughts that are preventing her from finding calm. After some time, Nancy approaches a man that she does not yet identify as her own husband while pretending to be a poor housekeeper and a slave. They can sense the sparks of unsaid happiness every time their eyes connect, but there is something between them that generates blind spots that are like invisible protective veils that block out the truth. Despite the fact that everything they are looking for is already here, they are all unintentionally separated from one another by invisible protective veils that prevent them from seeing each other in front of th

I introduce them. “Oh, hello Lady Meadow.” “Hello, Sir Tate.” “He’s a handsome fellow.” “And young.” “Ladies, you should introduce yourselves,” Xander says, cutting off their discussion of my brother before it goes downhill. “I’m Blossom.” “And I’m Poppy.” “And this is Daphne, she’s shy.” “I love your lights, did my sister make them for you?” Meadow asks, feeling the magic in them. “She did!” “Don’t you love them?”

I scramble over to it and grab the moldy bread picking off the rotten pieces before slamming it into my mouth. “Who are you?” I ask through a full mouth. “Blossom.” She whispers “My sister is coming for me soon, so I don’t need the food.” “You’re sister?” I ask. “Violet.” She whispers “She’s been trying to get me out for weeks. These jerks tricked me and trapped me and now the rogue guy thinks she is his mate.” Buttercup. I think to myself. “How old are you guys?” I ask her.

I introduce them. “Oh, hello Lady Meadow.” “Hello, Sir Tate.” “He’s a handsome fellow.” “And young.” “Ladies, you should introduce yourselves,” Xander says, cutting off their discussion of my brother before it goes downhill. “I’m Blossom.” “And I’m Poppy.” “And this is Daphne, she’s shy.” “I love your lights, did my sister make them for you?” Meadow asks, feeling the magic in them. “She did!” “Don’t you love them?”

Then Selene was guided before the stone seat. Her face was pale, and Theron’s hand rested behind her shoulder where every clan could see protection and only she could feel pressure. “My sister has always known how to make others serve her,” she said. “What she built in Frostbrook may only be revenge. She hates me for becoming the Blessed Female, and she hates that Theron, Darius, and Lucan chose me.” I took the thin hide from the bone box and held it out across the fire. “Then say it again under the Beast God’s seat.”

Casting his shadows on the wall. " I am Golden moon beta. Cyrene's brother.” "Name?” I raised a brow. "Lucian." He dropped his sword on the desk. “Talk to me my sister. Are all these true?” Lucian held her shoulders. " No it isn't brother.” She nodded her head continuously.

She did as her Mistress asked and answered the question. “Better than you’ve treated any one else – apart from us sisters,” Rose replied, not forgetting to be specific with her answer. Although it was but a sentence, the last part of it was specific enough. The sisters she was talking about were Daisy, Sunflower and herself. They were blood siblings! Born to the same mother and father. Though they had different demeanors and even had different hair colors, they were triplets! And Rose was the oldest. Daisy came after Rose and Sunflower was the last of the three.