Bloom Sisters Novels & Stories

What was happening? I lifted my tear-filled eyes and looked at Damien with disbelief. I was in love with Damien? At that moment, Damien looked at me, then at the flowers on the ground, and back at me. "Felix, do you like eating flowers?" After asking that, he probably did not believe it himself. He looked at me with probing eyes, waiting for my answer. I pressed my lips together and hesitated before reluctantly explaining, "It's Bloom Syndrome." I planned to get up and leave after saying that, but Damien moved to block me. I frowned at him, my displeasure evident.

I heard they're getting married next week. "Well, at least Mr. Rossi and his true love are getting their happy ending. He jabbered on until he noticed my silence was… deafening. "Signorina, you're… Mr. Rossi's younger sister, right?" I turned away. My hollow reflection in the glass was shattered by the streetlights outside. I lifted the corners of my mouth faintly and whispered, "Yeah, I am." Near the party, I sat in the car as a ruckus rose inside. "Kiss her! Kiss her!"

Apart from a couple of texts from her close friends, the rest of them were all from Magnus desperately admitting his mistakes and begging for forgiveness. Before she even had time to read them, her attention was captured by the trending topics. [Mrs. Harett of the Harett Corporation leads a scandalous life.] [Mrs. Harett has many questionable relationships with men in high-end clubs…] There were videos attached to the posts and had been pre-processed and blurred, so it made her look more sultry and gave off the impression that she had done something immoral with the men she was running away from. The comment sections were filled with people ridiculing her.

Gunfire erupted from the trees. Chaos. Inés screamed as Esteban shoved her down. Thiago returned fire. Gabriel pulled Alejandro behind a tree. But Inés saw through the gunfire and the smoke, someone racing toward them with a blade. Esteban. No. Not Esteban. Another man, identical. A third twin? No. That wasn’t possible. But the face… it was the same. She opened her mouth to scream and everything went black….

"I never intended for you to be exposed to that. As you probably guessed, Fina is Eliza's sister. Grief can make people act out in odd ways, and I think that's largely what happened tonight. I feel terrible about everything. Don't worry, I won't let Fina get to you again." "It's okay," Blossom mumbled back. But it wasn't okay. Why did she say that? She was upset that I had insisted she come here in the first place. She had expressed her concerns, and they had all come true. Inviting Eliza's sister and allowing her to hurl accusations and rude remarks—it was anything but okay.

The shop was famous not just for its kind and beautiful owner, but because it sold only one type of flower—campanulas. Hearing that, Levi's heart nearly crumbled. Campanulas were Nikki's favorite. She had once said she loved their meaning: eternal love. Just like the love they had shared. Back then, they had spoken those promises with such innocent joy on their faces, so sure that happiness would be endless. No one had expected how fleeting it would be. But now—he still had a chance to make it right. As the flower shop came into view, he was suddenly overwhelmed by a kind of homecoming fear—the kind of fear that grips you when you're too close to what your heart has yearned for too long.

he told the driver. "No. That place is too dangerous. You just got a tattoo—" "Now." Rhea sat in her car and suddenly remembered Vera’s list of standards. "He has to tattoo my name over his heart. There’s a briar rose bush on Moonwatch Cliff. He has to pick a stalk for me." She laughed. She chuckled until tears spilled down her face. "Let’s go," she told Thomas. "Stop following them." That night, she scrolled through Vera’s social feed. A photo of a briar rose blooming on the edge of a cliff.

"Wait, I think both victims are board members of Lebans's group and also among the largest shareholders. Ramsey's wife owns a reality show which she hosts herself and George's wife is a celebrity doctor. Both live in extreme luxury“ Maria replied confidently. “Why bring their wives into this?“ “You asked what they had in common or didn't you?“ Forget it. What are you insinuating? Is this kind of a business thing? But if it is why not just hire hitmen to do it, why the white bloody rose, the drugging, it's obscure. Normally, when businessmen or politicians want to take down their rival or opponents, they hire desperados to do the job, you can get an assassin in the black markets for a decent

Penelope grinned sheepishly as she scratched her head. She apologized to the Rocha Sisters— non-identical twin sisters from one of the famous and rich families in Bloomcrest who are known for their notorious dating history, and controversies that keep them in limelight on the internet constantly— in her mind as she had to use them as an excuse. Claire didn't buy her lie. She motioned with her fingers again to which Penelope had to draw her phone out of her pocket and hand it to her. "You can skip social media and check the messages from your relatives and friends right away." Penelope suggested it as she sat next to her to see which app she was going to open first.

Her eyes scanned the females as they contained their fear. "We're all going to be in a difficult situation," the girl beside her hummed, licking her parched lip. "How do you know that?" Isolde blurted, managing to hold herself from becoming upset. "We're headed to Abbator in Bloomington, the land where females are sought for companionship and family," the girl answered. "Family?" Sure, Isolde didn't understand that. "Yes. From what I heard, Bloomington lacked female inhabitants. They need females who would help continue their lineage. But not just to the people..."