Bloom X Divided Novels & Stories

"What?! Seriously? I thought you didn't like the entertainment industry since it's very messy. What changed your mind?" Xander looked at the picture of Catherine before answering, "Nothing. I just noticed that it's a good investment since that industry is fast-growing, it will also boost the image of Lu Corporation. I'll invest in one condition. Be a shareholder in Angel's Collection." Michael laughed at Xander's condition. "Hahaha, I knew there's a condition for it. But why do you need to be their shareholder?" Xander rolled his eyes at his friend's question. "No more questions. Just do it. Remember, do it as soon as possible. Or else, you know what I will do to you."

"Romantic? I'm the type who never lets a slight go unanswered. "I'm actually curious to see how long Trevin, with his empty pockets, and his now-paralyzed Wren, can keep the flame alive." … "Paralyzed?" Edward's confused gaze met mine, and I could not help but chuckle as I pulled him down to sit and began to explain. "The night Trevin was detoxifying Wren, the two of them became intimate and went too far, causing them to miss the best chance to treat her legs. Now she's paralyzed. Without that emergency serum, she might not have made it at all."

Clara POV When the light explodes, it isn’t just bright. It’s loud. A humming, vibrating roar inside bone and blood and soul a sound that isn’t sound at all. The goddess stumbles backward, her fracturing form glitching like a broken reflection. She didn’t expect this. She didn’t prepare for it. She didn’t calculate this variable. Ares. The fulcrum. The one she assumed would break the equation. But as our three powers collide moonfire, stormlight, gold something becomes painfully, beautifully clear.

His disgust sits heavy in his throat, and he focuses on not throwing up right there at the table. He hated Alphas like this. ~*~ When Sage walks out of the Sage dressed only in a robe, he finds Bloom making the bed. He approaches her. “Bloom, listen to me,” he says firmly. She turns to him. “What’s wrong?” “Stay away from Xander.” His voice is deeper than usual, but he doesn’t care. “Don’t go near him, and make sure to tell the other omegas too.” Bloom blinks.

The crystalline vines of the Sprout began to thicken, turning from a translucent quartz to a deep, fleshy emerald. ​"The Xylos-Pulse is a Growth-Hormone," Bianca Moretti reported from Vermont. "It’s not just talking to our minds, Aara; it’s talking to our Cells. The Shield-Ink in our bodies is starting to 'Bloom.' It’s shifting from a recording-medium into a 'Regulatory-Engine.'" ​I felt it in my own blood a sudden, vibrant warmth that made the golden-indigo lines on my wrists pulse with a life of their own. For the first time, the "Billionaire's Debt" didn't feel like a weight; it felt like a Symphony.

“You being affiliated with Bloom Beauty actually boosted sales. Like, for real. Whatever we paid you was worth it for the company.” Charlie nods, his expression softer now. “She’s right. You don’t owe us anything.” I nod back. “Thanks.” But I already know, I’m still going to make it up to them somehow. She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to spoil the hell out of Anastasia Blomqvist. She better be ready. { Anastasia } I notice the change in Bram immediately. The second he gets cleared, it’s like someone flipped a switch inside him. He went from “hot guy who casually works out” to athlete.

The air itself seemed to shimmer with magical energy, and through her connection to the garden, Iris could feel the collective consciousness of every plant singing in harmony. "The memory bloom," she whispered, her voice carrying a wonder that made Damien's breath catch. "Eleanor's final gift. It's ready." Deep in the hidden chamber that Eleanor had created, the memory bloom pulsed with increasing urgency. Through the Genesis Bloom's vast network, Iris could feel the stored memories calling to them, decades of love and redemption waiting to be claimed. But she could also sense something else, a darkness on the edge of perception that made her protective instincts flare with warning.

"Though I've never encountered them before, I can sense their presence. I'm nearly certain. The tragedy is, while I could extract them, the children wouldn't survive the procedure." Zara clenched her fists. This was her first time hearing such a malicious technique. "Sonny Balcom is horrible! But what's his motive? Just to make these children suffer?" Xena explained with a dark expression, "Once formed, the Bloom Seeds emit an invisible, odorless essence. While harmless to others, it greatly amplifies Sonny's powers. He can draw this essence to himself from anywhere, and we can't trace it to find him. "Even if we eliminated Sonny, the Bloom Seeds would continue their work."

Bloom rubbed the back of his hand that was within her warm clasp and held a supportive smile. “I’m sure, just as you thought as well, that there has to be an explanation for this. And you’re devoted to this so I know you’ll be able to get to the bottom of it in time” Bloom assured him, using her free hand to cradle a side of his face that was woven in a mixture of melancholy and anger.

An ancient Magical verse to Open grounds. A square meter of land. Opened forth for me to enter. I landed on the stairs straight. The passage way was lightened. The heat was more intense. Something wrong happened. Smoke grew from a little piece of hole. It Burned my skin. The smoke was harsh and intense. Slowly I pictured how it would look if Austin traced the secret passage. I showed my head half and inch to see the atmosphere of the room. It was all blank. Nothing was touch or happened. The atmosphere was crowded with smoke. Everything was how Dravon left it.