Blossom Angry Novels & Stories

She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her. She took out an envelope containing different photos of different people in it, she stared at the image with a mixture of rage and disgust. “Revenge!!!“ She yelled as she fell to the ground crying” “I'll neither sleep nor rest until you all are dead!!”

'' I push him with my other arm but he won't budge. ''Rose.'' ''I wasn't trying to kill myself, okay?! I didn't see the fucking car and killing myself has never crossed my mine so can you please let go of my arm because it fucking hurts!'' I say, loudly which causes him to look at me in surprise. Without me realising, I am already breathing hard, due to the fact that I'm mad.

This was the bloom deciding how reality itself would remember. Suddenly, the air vibrated. Not with sound. Not with wind. But with pressure on the mind, as if the bloom-thread had grown conscious of their proximity. Ari clutched her head. “It’s… angry. Or testing us. Or both.” Siran stepped forward. “Stay focused. The bloom is not just aware of us. It’s aware of the others.”

The night's whispers of love had finally fallen silent when Trevin Hoffman, wearing a ragged bathrobe, stumbled out of the bedroom. He was unsteady on his feet, his cheeks flushed with a satisfied glow, his eyes lingering on the memory of what had just passed. The love bites marking his skin stood out starkly. Ignoring me completely, he poured himself a glass of water at the dining table and spoke with a hint of annoyance. "Yara, there's a limit to how much of a scene you can make. I'm not feeling great, and I don't have the patience for your attitude right now.

Power slams into me. Moonfire buckles. My knees hit the ground. Clara screams my name. Ares roars so violently the clearing trembles. But I force myself back up. Shaking. Bleeding from the nose. Moonfire flickering like a broken star. “Get away from my anchor,” I whisper. The goddess tilts her head. And for the first time she smiles. Cold. Beautiful. Apocalyptic. “No.” Ares POV The moment the goddess smiles, something inside me snaps.

Zaiden said “Then bring it” I said. Right after Jordan charge at me, I move to the side dodging him. When he got up, he started throwing punches at me. I was blocking them until the last one he got me in the face. That when I taste blood, I could feel the anger that Blossom had built up, just like that she took over, give Jordan one of the hardest punch ever that he had fell down to the ground with blood appearing on his face.

I cried. " Be careful with that vase, Dale, I quite like it, I think it will be a good addition to my other vases." Blossom glided down the stairs like she owned the place. Oh my fucking God, this bitch really went ahead with her words. I honestly thought she was all talk. "Blossom, what the fuck is going on here? Why are you tearing apart my house? What are you doing to my things?" I placed my hands on my hips.

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.

I clenched my hands tighter as the pain in my palm seared. … I had no idea how long we walked for. The sun seemed to have climbed to its peak. I was finally allowed to remove the blindfold. Before me stretched a winding, narrow path that ended in a bottomless cave. Beside it stood a towering, ancient tree. Its scent of osmanthus drifted even from afar. The villagers said the tree had absorbed the essence of countless Blossom Brides. That was what made it so tall and fragrant. When we were thirty feet away from the cave, the procession abruptly stopped.

Sounding melodiously sweet. “Was it prom night? A sudden spark of anger was visible in Natalie’s eyes at his conjecture. “What is it to you?” She knew she should have held her anger back and just said the truth but her first instinct was to bite back. He gritted his teeth in anger and held her hands tighter not hurtful though. He looked down at her hands in his and couldn’t understand how her touch was still making him feel something that no one else can, calming him when she is the one angering him in the first place.