Blossom And Brick Novels & Stories

Blossom drops her chin, giving my face a heavy, knowing look that speaks a thousand unspoken words about my own empty bed. My brain knows exactly what her thoughts are hinting at, and my red lips tease her right back. “Your mind cannot judge the health of the entire dark forest based on one withered, broken sapling, Blossom. Love and wild heat can still be a beautiful thing between two beasts.” “Nope, it is not common love that has to be beautiful—it is the raw, fated heat that counts,” Blossom counters with a sharp wink. “There is plenty of fake, plastic heat floating around these city bars.”

A far cry from the Layla who once flinched at every reflection. The folded note still sat at the edge of my vanity. The one he’d sent last week with that pressed flower. I unfolded it, letting the words sink in again. “You remind me of things that grow in unlikely places—resilient, breathtaking, persistent in their blooming. If I’ve done nothing else right, I hope I’ve helped you remember that you are a force of nature, Layla Brooks.” I read it twice. Then again. And for the first time, I didn’t just wonder who he was. I wondered if I might be brave enough to find out.

It seemed that the New Year was coming. Before she could come to her senses, Javen got a bunch of plum blossoms from somewhere. They were not as delicate and beautiful as roses, but they were also particularly tall and straight. 'Javen, don't tell me you're going to secretly pluck someone's plum blossom?' Cassie's mouth was full of disdain, but her heart was full of love. Javen glanced at her indifferently. 'The stalls by the bridge sell things. Don't you see the plum blossoms?'

She let out a bright little giggle. "My sweet girl. Come, let me hold her," my grandfather said. I laughed and passed the bundled baby to him. Chandler leaned in closer, his face full of pride. "Of course, she's adorable. She's ours, after all." "You kid, always trying to take the credit…" Watching the two of them, I turned back to the tombstone and couldn't help smiling. The butterfly fluttered around us for a long while before it finally drifted toward the flowers on the other side.

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.

Gathering his senses Blake snarled “Those weren’t the clothes you went out in?” “No they aren’t. I stayed at Melissa’s.” Brock replied with an arrogant smirk. This caused Blake to hit Brock. “What’s the deal. I thought you were a fuck them and leave them guy.” Brock responded as he walked to his bedroom and slammed the door. Once inside Brock grabbed his phone and brought up a website. Floral designs by Sadie He ordered a bouquet of yellow roses. He remembered from one of their many conversations that Melissa told him that flowers had meanings and a yellow rose is for friendship. But he remembered it had to be a small bouquet.

Looking down at her rose gold designer watch, Gemma blew out a a breath and nodded as she made note of the time. “I wonder why I was given the gift of time?” Gemma asked “I don’t know, but let’s not waste it hmm? Come on, I have a surprise for you. One, which is so much more important now than ever” “Wait...Lily” Gemma ran after her as Lily turned and briskly started to walk away. Gemma walked faster to catch up as Lily looked to be gliding in her dress, seamlessly. After a few moments of walking and passing through thickets of trees and shrubbery, Lily stopped by a cluster of boulders. In front of the boulders was a brick wall covered in vine leaves, scattered flowers grew from the grass an

“ Yea, we can do that. I can have it where you guys can watch the other one get worked on.” Tank calls over one of his artists, a guy named Damon. “ Damon, I want you to do a Reckless tat on Brick here. I have the design for you.” Tank says handing Damon one of the papers. Speed and watch as Brick takes off his shirt and sits in Damon’s chair with his front facing us. “ Yum.” Speed and I say at the same time making us giggle. Damon looks at the paper then back at Brick. “ Where do you want it man?” Damon asks. Brick points to a clear spot on his chest right over his heart. “ This is where it belongs.” Brick says looking at us with pure love and lust in his eyes. We watch as Damon wipes Bric

Through the fence, I could see them by the pool. Zachary's close friends were there too—the people who were supposed to be our groomsmen and bridesmaids. Zachary looked drunk, eyes unfocused, half-lying on Willow while biting her neck. The people around them cheered teasingly. "Zachary, come on now. We know Yvonne has the title, but Willow's the real deal!" "Exactly! Look at how pretty and sensible Willow is!" "If it weren't for Yvonne forcing him into marriage just because of her family's status, who would even want her with her stuck-up attitude?"

Minnie opened the door. A delivery man stood there holding a sleek white box tied with a crimson ribbon. “Delivery for Minerva Rivera.” She took it, heart fluttering for reasons she didn’t want to name. Inside was a simple bouquet of pale pink roses and eucalyptus, arranged with quiet elegance. Nestled among the blooms was a card in that same clean block handwriting. Looking forward to our partnership. – Johnny C. No hearts. No “xoxo.” Just words. But somehow, they landed harder than any emoji ever could.