Bloomed Roots Novels & Stories

"Are you crazy? Do you think we care-?" "Apart from bearing the biggest and most pungent flowers in the world," Mikalya continued as if Aiden had never spoken. "They are parasites. They are plants that grow inside the host plants root. Keeps taking water and nutrients from the host and keep growing inside the roots slowly and steadily. And then, when it's flowering season..." Mikalya brought her hands together into fists and then made a sudden movement of spreading her fingers outwards with sudden speed. "Boom! The flower comes out, bursting through the roots and cracking the plant open."

First him being him and second he has his own way with words and plays very well with words so he would easily make me spill beans in front of him. I was walking and the car was just where it was, not moving.... I was mumbling curses to my fate when I heard a loud horn... Why this Rudra is being so sweet suddenly.. 'Well he was rude but still you can't deny his care in form of small gestures for u...' reasoned my subconscious mind... Well it is true but still it's a little weird .... Well let it be... This debate could continue but right I now I should focus on knowing why is he hell bent on helping me...

I didn't need this shit so early in the morning. "Mm... you seen the little Blossom yet?" Tyler laughed. Fuck sake. Blossom was a girl from the Blood Moon pack, her father was their former Alpha and her brother had taken over 4 years ago when he was 21. She was small, and sweet. Her hair was always tied up in a ribbon and she was always reading... or doing work. She never really spoke to anyone. I'd only ever seen her with two people. And I had to admit, I'd had a crush on her as soon as I'd laid eyes on her. But I always felt guilty in the back of my head.

The roots below. The territory breathing. The lit windows. All the people. All the work. The record growing. The formation traveling. The framework building. The roots deepening. The water still. Rising still. Always. The garden in its summer fullness. All six plants present and rooted. The lavender blooming. The wound from the cutting becoming new growth. Everything becoming what it was going to become. Chosen. Tended. Real.

Then it sprouted. She sensed it from the void. Not saw. *Perceived.* There was a thistle root in the frozen earth, reaching out from the seed, burrowing into a crevice in the stone wall. The root was very thin, very white, groping in the darkness. Her scent coiled around the root. Like water, like soil, like sunlight. Nourished by her scent, the root grew longer and longer, pushing through the crevice in the stone wall and finding more space. In the void, she smiled. The corner of her mouth curving one millimeter. That was confirmation. Confirmation that she was still alive. Confirmation that her scent could still make something live.

"He names quickly and revises. He says *flor* and then he looks at the flor and then he says *flor* again when he understands it better. The naming is his way of starting to look. He is not skipping the looking — he is doing it out loud." Clara is quiet for a moment. Then: "He's narrating his attention." "Yes," Valentina says. "That is exactly right." "And Noa is recording hers." "Yes." "Both valid," Clara says, with the tone of someone confirming a hypothesis. "Both necessary," Valentina says. "The narrator needs the recorder. The recorder needs the narrator. Together they don't miss anything." Clara writes this in the developmental notebook — the third one, she started the second in Januar

6 Zac I had texted Bloom during last period to tell her to meet me at my house so she could tutor me. As much as I hated chemistry, studying with Bloom actually made sense. The way she explained things made it easy to understand. She was incredibly patient with me. She wouldn't get frustrated when I got distracted or started messing around. She remained composed when I was having a hard time understanding something. I just—I liked having her tutor me. It was weird. I would have never pictured myself friends with Bloom.

After a contented sigh, he nestled into Holly's arms, relaxing at the touch. What followed was the familiar declaration of love. "Holly, do you have any idea how much I love you? "I'd be lost without you." The lingering desire within her unfurled, wave after wave. His words of devotion shattered what was left of her composure. Luke had a craving for breast milk, and as fate would have it, she was naturally well-endowed. Ever since she hit puberty, she had to change her undergarments constantly. They were a perfect match.

That was the truest measure of its health. Spring would come again. And Bloom House would open its doors. Not as a monument. But as a living thing. Rooted. Adaptable. Free.

“Come on, chef boy. Let’s go check on that mango habanero aioli before you burn it like last time.” “Don’t talk about my aioli like that,” Rocky huffed, following him inside. Alone, Minnie leaned back into her chair, letting the sea air brush her skin. For the first time since the night of the dinner disaster, she let herself exhale. The water glistened. Her mimosa sparkled. She felt… not okay, but breathing. Still, something made her spine prickle. A tickle in the air. Like being watched. Then— A bouquet of sunflowers landed on the table in front of her.