Blooming With Love Novels & Stories

(Third Person’s POV) In a luxurious restaurant, a beautiful lady is silently sipping her tea while glancing at the scenery outside. It’s already spring and the flowers are slowly blossoming. The trees sway elegantly to the breeze of the wind, making the scenery harmonious to look at. This tranquillity was interrupted when a young handsome man took a seat in front, blocking the great view. The lady blinked her eyes twice and looked at the man sitting in front. “Oh, you’re here, President Lu.”

and unlocked the door. He moved her going away from him...he was looking at her without blinking and taking in her beautiful and gorgeous self.. Her white coat that is her pride and signifies her hardwork to her patients, was held in her one hand... Her purse in other hand... A stethoscope, that was, is and maybe will be her favourite jewellery that she always carried around with her, was around her neck.... She was beauty with brains in herself. A perfect combination... No wonder his mom loves her more than him and would stay unhappy everytime Kiara or anyone bought up the topic of their marriage ceremony to be held...

Purging away the worries and hurts in their lives that night, solace was what they discovered in each other after rousing up the following morning in bed together. Bloom smiled with content as she stood back to have a look at what she just did to the flower pots. Pleased with herself, she looked to her right and smiled warmly. “Ben…Christmas is on its way…and it’s going to be so lonely without you to join us” Her voice cracked and she sniffled, forcing the tears back. The door came open, distracting her and her lover and their son came in. Mario was seated on his shoulders and his father held his legs to hold him steady.

Of course not! After all these separations, misunderstandings, and bloodshed, the buds of affection will finally bloom into a beautiful flower of love... Thus, by turning the page let's begin our fourth volume 'Blooming Feelings' and see how their blind date turns out ;) Also, thanks to the readers who unlock the chapters using coins and even ads! It is so encouraging to see that people are loving the novel and are willing to spend on it <3 That's why I will try to keep the word count between 1000-1200 which will cost you just 13 or 15 coins, so that you can just unlock the chapter by either watching ad or using your daily bonus coins ;)

He looked to the sides, grabbed Clara's hand and let her inside the office. Clara was surprised at Bryan's actions but just followed him inside as he locked the door. When he turned towards her, he grabbed her shoulders and kissed her fiercely. She was shocked at first but grew hot with passion as he deepened the kiss, his hands groping her breast and buttocks. She doesn't love him. Not at all. But their act is sending thrills inside her. Bryan doesn't look bad, in fact, he is good-looking, which makes flirting with him to get benefits is not so bad. Becoming his lover is not a bad idea too.

I am overwhelmed by the depth of his love and the knowledge that he sees in Abigail the same qualities that have enamored me. Abigail's gloved hands hold a bouquet of Lily of the Valley, delicate blooms symbolizing purity and happiness. The fragrance of these exquisite flowers fills the air, mingling with the whispers of admiration and affection surrounding us. Each step she takes brings her closer to our union, closer to a future intertwined in love and devotion.

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.

He had heard that their home was surrounded by a sprawling garden of hydrangeas, blooming in abundance. It was spring now—the most beautiful time of year. Those hydrangeas must be in full bloom, radiant and stunning. On the drive back to Riverdale, Nathan took the highway late at night. The long, empty overpass stretched out ahead of him, deserted and eerily quiet. He pushed his car to its limit, the engine roaring as the speedometer climbed higher and higher. Then, gripping the wheel tightly, he veered sharply to the side, closed his eyes, and let go.

Ignoring the whispers, he scooped plain water from the stream into his hands and poured it over the flower, startling the villagers who saw this as defiance of tradition. Yet, as he watered in droplets, the flower trembled and radiated a golden glow, and the first petal unfolded. “It’s blooming!” Someone cried. The flower blossomed; its golden petals unfolded one by one. Tiny buds sprouted across the grass, blossoming in harmony, their sweet pollen perfuming the air. The flower’s golden aura shimmered; its sharp, intricate petals too numerous for Sarang to count amid the excitement. At its heart, a soft light began to dissipate, revealing a small, precious stone nestled within.

The red rose, symbolizing love and passion, mirrored the fiery energy of their connection. Kaia, surprised and touched by Beau's whimsical move, accepted the rose with a radiant smile. The exchange added a unique and personal touch to their union, creating a moment that would forever be etched in the memories of all who witnessed it. The red rose, now a part of their shared narrative, became a poignant symbol of the spontaneity and romance woven into the fabric of their love story.