Blossom Street Series In Order Novels & Stories

“Do you smell it?” My frown deepened. “What nonsense are you blabbering about? Have you lost your mind?” He turned his head away from me, doing that weird sniffing thing. “The whole palace needs to be rid of moonveil blossom.” Moonveil blossom. There was nothing like that planted anywhere on my grounds. “I think you have officially lost it and you better pray to the goddess that I don’t lose my shit.” “Who put this flower here?” He motioned to the discard bouquet. “Whoever put this here is bathed in the moonveil blossom.”

By the end of the week, my feet ached. I was beginning to think maybe no one wanted to hire me. I couldn’t even blame them. I had been so close to giving up when I saw it. A tiny flower shop tucked between a bakery and an old bookstore. The sign above the door read— Bloom & Blossom. And for some reason, my feet carried me towards it. The scent hit me the moment I stepped inside. Fresh roses. Lilies. Lavender. Something sweet I couldn’t quite identify. It smelled peaceful, a contrast to the life I had been living up until that moment.

Michael Sterling had done the exact same thing his Vanessa did to me and just when I had thought an ace had been pushed my way, Blossom had once again proven to be as unhinged as before. An image of her suddenly flashed in my head, the image I had seen that had pulled me to her. Blossom was definitely an influential person but I would not have approached her with a deal if I had not watched the trending clip of her spilling wine of Vanessa's body and causing a racket.

Liquidation is absolute. ​"The Apex Bloom is entering its third phase," Franco announced, his voice dropping into a lethal register. "The physical trials are over. The psychological games are over. Phase Three is total, unmitigated betrayal." ​The heavy steel doors that led back to the living quarters slammed shut with a deafening boom. Red emergency lights bathed the room in a bloody, pulsing glow.

POV: Layla Brooks The world didn’t explode all at once. It cracked. It started with footsteps. Sharp. Clean. Not like the dragging boots of Ethan’s guards—these were swift, deliberate. Tessa had already retreated into the shadows, whispering “Trust me,” before disappearing behind the stacks of crates. My father and I huddled in silence, hidden low, breaths shallow, waiting. Then came the sound of splintering. A flash. Glass. Shouting.

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.

After last night, the prospect of living with them all scares me a lot less than it did before. Using the sketch of the floor plan, Aurora numbers all of the rooms and gets each couple to take it in turns to pick out a scrap of paper with a number on from a pile on the table, to assign everyone rooms fairly and when Billy picks ours, I'm already mentally planning what to put where, I really can't wait. We get back home a little before midnight and thankfully there are no unpleasant surprises from my mother waiting for us. We hadn't really expected any since Billy changed the locks and put up the CCTV, but nothing would surprise me with my mother anymore.

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.

The first wave rose, impossibly high, gleaming red under the pale morning sun. And through the roar, I thought I heard laughter hers, sharp and broken, blending with the storm. I turned, shouting down the tower, “Sound the alarm! Wake the Luna!” The horns cried again, louder this time. The fortress stirred, wolves howling in unison. The sea had started breathing again. And every breath sounded like war. Clara POV The sea obeyed. It rose slow at first, as if waking from a long dream smooth and deliberate, a creature remembering its own body.

I'm very glad to have finally come to you. I was walking towards the pack house, when I smelled something so delicious, my mouth started watering. It smelled like freshly baked cupcakes. My favorite. As I started getting closer, May started talking to me. 'It's mate, but something is wrong. Find mate!' I rushed into the pack house and ran into Luna Samantha.