Blossom Nails Vallejo Novels & Stories

he added, staring at his mate, "Continue." "Look at how skinny I have become in a matter of two days." "I'm sorry my love, It just has to take some time for me to wake up, you know it's been long I have used my body." Ruthless told her, turning fully to look at her before he closed the distance between them and hugged her. "I have missed you so much Vala," "I missed you too, now what did you do with Flower?" "Oh, she is going through pains right now as we speak, she will never leave the place I put her, never and these two will soon be having their own punishment" Ruthless told Vala before pecking her forehead.

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.

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...

'What the hell did he give to me? "What is that?" I asked slowly. I was trying my best to not make a fool out of myself. "Valcitate. It has very strong allergens, that's why you are sneezing. Don't worry, it will wear off." "But are they supposed to be planted here?" I asked while taking in harsh breaths. "No they aren't, they must be removed by tomorrow." I clutched my chest, trying to breath properly. Did the king plan on killing her? This flower was really affecting her badly.

m. Valencia stood in front of the mirror and took in the beautiful view. Her long hair fell down her back, and she was wearing a flowy white lace dress embedded with pearls, gems, and stones, highlighting her curves and her slightly protruding stomach. Her face was radiant, her skin soft and smooth, and her eyes glistening with happiness. A smile unconsciously formed on her lips. “You are so beautiful today, Valencia,” Hazel and Quist whispered. Tears pooled in Hazel’s eyes, and she quickly wiped them away before they could spill.

He was so close I could smell expensive tobacco, rain, and a raw, heavy musk that made my pulse hammer in my throat. "I'm Franco," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my mouth. "And I think Lyle just made the biggest mistake of his pathetic life. He thinks he broke you. I think he just let you off the leash." The heat radiating off his body was a physical weight. I had just lost my husband, but standing this close to Franco, the only thing I felt was a sudden, violent ache between my thighs. He held out a heavy, matte black invitation. "The Apex Bloom. It's a survival game for the elite. The prize is a billion pounds. But it doesn't reward beauty, Lolita. It rewards the hunger of a woman who h

shattering into countless pieces. The flowers in the vase also fell, some petals soaked in water, turning pale. Adelaide glanced at the vase and said indifferently, "Beata, ask Valentin how much this vase cost. Have Velda compensate for it later." Beata replied loudly, "I know about the price. The vase isn't expensive, costing about fifty thousand dollars. It's a new model this year, with only a dozen in the city." "Do you dare to make me pay?"

I stared at the ceiling, "I can talk to him for hours about literally nothing and not get bored. His laugh that he doesn't show a lot, it's deep and beautiful and his eyes light up when he's genuinely laughing. He calls me Bloom like it's my real name and it makes me feel special to him because he's the only one who can call me that otherwise it won't feel right. Every time he stands so close to me and I just feel like I'm going to melt. He cares about me so much, he'll hardly let me drive alone and will give me a ride even if I have my car. He always makes sure I get home safe. When he gets bored while I'm trying to tutor him and starts throwing random things like erasers or pillows or chip

When I opened my eyes again, the fog had stopped advancing. For the first time, it seemed to hesitate as if listening. Good, I thought. Listen. Because when it moved again, I’d be ready to burn it to ash. Clara POV The cliffs bled red beneath the moon. From my camp I could see the valley wrapped in fog, thick as silk, curling through the forest like a sleeping beast. Every breath of wind smelled of salt, fire, and power. At least, that was what I kept telling myself. Varyn approached, his cloak heavy with dew.