Blossom And Brick Novels & Stories

" It had been ages since Tristan had given Madeline anything. Hence, he was certain she'd be moved by the gesture. Madeline, however, merely stared at the bouquet. She noticed how the petals had already started to droop, and a bitter laugh caught in her throat. Was she so pathetic that he thought he could humiliate her like this? Tristan hadn't even bought the bouquet for her. It was meant for Regina. She had already seen it in Regina's video earlier. And now, he was handing the flowers to her like he was doing her a favor. Did he really think she was worth nothing more than trash?

Perhaps the garden would answer the question the chapel had not. By mid-afternoon, the clouds had lifted enough to give the lawns a washed light. Bliss walked the gravel path that circled the fountain and stretched into the rose gardens. The air carried the scent of damp soil and faint sweetness. Bees moved lazily between blossoms. The roses had been pruned with care; their lines showed the work of steady hands. She stopped at the bush with petals the same brown shade as the one she had found. The edges of its blooms had dried early, curling inward as if the plant had chosen to keep its secrets.

Freya’s nails, which were cut like daggers, sliced against Cassiopeia's cheek, leaving a visible claw mark. Cassiopeia was bewildered by what Freya was saying. "I don't know what you are talking about. Let me go." "You’re still lying!" Freya gestured at the pale-looking Liam, who was lying on the bed, and teared up. "Liam is only four years old and just had a kidney transplant. How can you be so cruel to him? Aren’t you a mother too?"

Julian’s eyes wandered to a clothing store next door that was opening the same day. [First Bloom] Julian looked at the sign twice. When he looked inside the window, he froze. A slender, graceful figure stood behind the counter. He stared in shock. Someone behind him nudged him impatiently. He snapped out of it and ran forward.

Bramble smiled. “Claire teach.” “That explains the precision.” Bramble touched one leaf. His markings glowed faintly. The plant did not suddenly grow. Did not bloom. Did not transform. Bramble simply touched it. Listened. Then pulled his hand away. “Okay.” Mason looked at him. “What did you do?” “Nothing.” Mason smiled. “Good.” Bramble frowned. “Good nothing?” “Sometimes.” Bramble considered that. Then nodded.

And then I saw them. Lilies. Rows and rows of them, stretching out in quiet elegance beneath a wooden arch trellis wrapped in climbing jasmine. Ivory petals, some with pink centers, some kissed with gold, all open like they were bowing to the morning sun. The breeze made them sway just slightly, like they were dancing to a song only they could hear. I stopped walking. “You planted these?” I asked, breath catching in my throat. Adam nodded beside me, and for once he wasn’t smug or teasing—he was just... still. Calm. “Last month. I asked Bridgette to help source the best bulbs. I wanted them to bloom now. For when you’d be here.”

“Yes, he’s here. He’s making us dinner in the catering kitchen and he’ll be coming to say hello, but before he gets here, look.” Bronx points to a clump of rose bushes next to me. One I’m already familiar with. Light gray with purple flecks in the petals. It is one Bronx had brought in and dedicated to me. Next to it are two smaller bushes that look like they’re just rooted enough to bloom.

my son inputted, coming over to hug me. "I missed you." "I missed you too, daddy." ____________________ Blossom's POV "Hi Blossom. Have you heard the news?" my neighbor asked as I approached my apartment door. "No. What's going on?" I asked her, turning towards her. She lived right across from me. "The building is being sold to some new owners." "What does that say for us?" "Not sure as yet. We'll be noticed sometime next week." "Okay. Thanks for letting me know."

Rojean, now, felt the panic overwhelm her. “That’s why you got promoted, baby, you do your job well. You’ll do great now. Come on.” Once they found a parking spot, Lucas still helped Rojean with her things but was distracted enough by the buildings ahead. He swore he felt the buildings were going to fall on them, they were basically skyscrapers to put it in a simpler description.

she pouted I walked closer to her patted her on the back “ and you said it was a brick that did this?” Creed asked getting closer to the window “ yeah the weird part is the brick they used isn’t from any building anywhere close to here” she said pulling the brick out from her night stand “ damn it” I mumbled “ what?” Creed asked “ that means this was planned” I growled