Bloom Sisters Novels & Stories

" She and Mom both loved using their looks to get what they wanted, so they assumed everyone else did the same. As she spoke, she pulled out a small knife and waved it back and forth near my face. Seeing her pull out an actual blade, the thugs around us got uncomfortable and moved to stop her. One said, "Brett, we agreed we'd just rough her up and let her go! Now you've even taken her blindfold off, and you're bringing out a knife?" Brett Hudson was Jessica's delinquent boyfriend. Those thugs followed him for the street cred, but none of them wanted to mess with real weapons. Brett stepped forward to intervene. "Jessica, enough. Scaring her is one thing, but she's still your sister."

Years ago, a thug in the village dragged an unmarried girl into the mountains. He abused her for days before letting her go. The woman, unable to bear the trauma, killed herself by throwing herself into a well. However, the man grew obsessed and kept dragging women into the mountains every few weeks. Over time, others noticed. A few of the worst men colluded and fabricated the legend of the Blossom Cave. In reality, they were sending the women who were willing to sacrifice themselves to serve outsiders and charging exorbitant fees for their services. This cycle of abuse had continued for over a century, forming a full-blown chain of crimes.

she said. After that, Suri headed to the rose garden. It was May. Full bloom. She told the gardener to cut every single rose and send them to Julie. "But Mrs. Jerkinson, aren't these your favorites? You usually just take a few. You sure you want them all gone?" "Yeah." She parked herself on a bench and watched them work all day—snipping, clearing, loading up the truck. By sunset, the sky was streaked in pink and purple. Suri grabbed a torch and lit the leftovers on fire.

Chapter 27: I Trusted Her Before I Knew Her Name The sky hadn’t changed, but Aria had. She stood barefoot in the apartment, staring at the tenth bloom. It had pushed through the cracks in her ceiling like it was meant to be there. Its petals were long, curled, slick with some kind of dew that shimmered when she moved her head. Ten of them now. Ten different blooms. Ten different colors, shapes, textures — none of them natural, none of them replicable. Each of them pulsing, quietly alive.

Holly panicked. She'd thought once Mira was gone, the Mrs. Gorman title would be hers. She'd always been jealous. Why did some quiet girl from a regular family get Caleb's attention? She wanted to wreck the wedding. Humiliate Mira. She got it wrong. Caleb could spoil her. Joke around. But marry her? Never. To him, she was just a playmate who never grew up. After Caleb iced her out, Holly refused to accept defeat. She hit the bars again, hunting for someone new, still playing the sweet, innocent best friend.

“Whatever you think is the reality, isn’t the truth. Your brother lies to you.” With that word, he motioned to Diandra. I staggered back a little, overwhelmed with everything all at once, none of which made a single sense. Why would my twin brother lie to me? What was a moonveil blossom and why was I just learning about it? What effect did it have? How did it affect Diandra? Was this just a ploy to cause a division between me and my brother? To put a rift in the pack? Had Xena been right about not inviting these people?

“If you wish to stop working as a maid, you can inform me immediately. Omegas are no longer servants of the pack, and even if you wish to continue working here, you will be paid.” Bloom’s grasp on the glass tightens till her knuckles are almost white. She casts Sage a flat smile, and tears glimmer in her eyes. “I enjoy working for you; there’s no place I’d rather be than by your side.” Sage breaks into a wide grin before he strides towards her and pulls her into a hug. “Thank you.” Bloom’s body immediately goes cold, and the glass falls from her grasp, shattering into pieces on the floor. What has she done?!

warned the second sister. “Surely, you’re not afraid of that small thing!” said the third sister. “You know those things can burn,” replied the second sister. “I don’t see you coming near it.” Flora heard them talking and knew that they were talking about the sanaria. She hugged Nadi and then raise the garland from her neck. “She heard you,” said the third sister. “You’re always the loud one.” “Surround them,” commanded the first sister. “She can’t hold that up against all of us. She’ll get tired soon.”

Sitting by a stream, braiding grass. “What is a leader?” the bloom asked. “I don’t know anymore,” she whispered. “Then it is time to define one.” The threads wound tighter. The light sharpened. And the bloom’s voice now more than thought, almost human spoke once more: Give us your truth Ari, so we can form the pact through you

I would have never pictured myself friends with Bloom. Are we even friends? I think we are—or maybe she's just tolerating me because she has to tutor me. I don't know but I don't mind her—which is surprising because a lot of people annoy me. Bloom—she's just pure and wholesome and—I don't know. She just makes me want to keep her safe—or some ridiculous sappy shit like that. What does piss me off though—is that jackass Evan she's dating. How the hell does someone as kind and pure as Jasmine date a piece of shit like Evan.