Bloom Stella Novels & Stories

Stella said venomously as she stood face to face with me. My chin quivered at her cruel words, but rage took over as I pushed her away. Stella let out a gasp as she stumbled back, her eyes fluttering close as she fell to the floor with a thud losing her consciousness. I watched her stunned. I knew I didn't push her with such force that she went unconscious, because I could barely stand with the energy left in me. "Stella?" Liam dropped to his knees beside Stella as he cuddled her head to his chest trying to wake her up but no matter how many times he called she wasn't opening her eyes.

"What in the hell are you wearing?" Sky took in a gentle gulp, staring at Stella who rocked in her white open collar blazer with her ripped boyfriend jeans, her hair wedged around a bit, cashing a sparkle between the edges. "Oh. What?" Stella asked, batting her eye lids damn cutely, before she walked over to the side counter. "It's just a dress." "You are killing peeps with your dress." Okay, why was he suddenly angry? He didn't know, but seeing her in that crazy dress made his heart dazzle around, blood rushing through his already pounding heart.

How did it get there? Rain stared down at the rose she had found by her bedside the second the woke up. The scent drifting in the air and causing her to smile. It reminded her of her time in the cabin and Rain didn’t realize how much she missed waking up to the comforting scent of roses until this one was brought to her. Rain silently wondered with a smile, would they still let her go back to the cabin or did Alexander plan to have her stay in the mansion permanently?

“I need some, as well as chamomile and as much sea salt as you can find. I don’t have access to much of my powers, but I can tide us over until the coven gets here.” “That will not be necessary.” Fuck. Fuck me sideways. I turn to the shadow stretching over the floorboards before its owner makes her grand appearance, and Stella is always grand. Her black cloak swings to a stop. She’s sopping wet, but that doesn’t last long. She knocks the end of the broom she rode in on twice against the floorboards, and in a shimmer of magic, her clothes and hair are completely dry. Her green eyes hold mine the entire time before her gaze slides to Fallon, and she curtsies. “Luna. You called?”

🖤 Alexandra 🖤 Stella is a pure evil genius. I have to give her that much, even sitting here furious enough to put my fist through a wall. How does one woman play this many people her own family included, and make every single move look like grief, like coincidence, like bad luck, instead of what it actually was?

Guards lined either side. The gate opened without a sound. "You people better tell me where I am right now." My voice came out weaker than I wanted. Breathless. Shaking at the edges. "My chosen mate is Alpha Caden Silverstone of Ironmoor and when he finds out…." The memory hit me more than a slap… Elowen on his thigh. ‘Seraphina Riven is no longer Luna of Ironmoor.’ The gate didn't open when I banged on it. I stopped talking.

Noah, like a little bunny, adorably nibbled on his Caesar salad, trying to come up with a truthful explanation for his actions that wouldn’t include him revealing that he knew the future. “No one can feel the state of someone’s mental power better than an SS-ranked Soother. I’ve already dealt with the Blazer before, and I chose not to knock him out because I felt that doing so would cause catastrophic consequences. This became even clearer to me when I felt the state of the Fluxer’s mental power. One wrong poke into that hornet’s nest would have caused it to completely collapse.”

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 suddenly prepared a sea of roses because someone else wanted it. I hailed a car to the estate. From a distance, I saw Claude standing with his back to me in front of the roses. And Mabel was in front of him. "If it weren't for Angelina not being able to get pregnant, I never would've gone to you. She's my line in the sand. Don't ever show your face in front of her again." Mabel's eyes brimmed with tears. "There's no need for you to care about me or the baby anymore!"

"What do I take you for? You're nothing but a love-struck fool! How did the campus star you once were end up like this?" Edward gave an exasperated eye roll, his last few words lost in a quiet mumble. Confused by my look, Edward's ears turned a bright red as he shoved past me and bolted up the stairs. "It's getting late. Time to wash up and hit the hay." The new house was a last-minute find, and while it was not exactly bursting with cheer, it had everything we needed.