Blossom Street Series In Order Novels & Stories

Chelsie's Pov The kinds of decisions we make at times defines who we are. When these decisions change the course of our lives, I call it destiny. Not knowing what destiny had in stock for me, I stood in front of the beautifully structured mansion and rang the doorbell. I looked around with nostalgia as the sweet fragrance of jasmine and roses filled my nose. It looked at the place I once called home with a heavy heart. I was back home for the first time in two years. I felt hot tears rolled down my eyes as I remembered the circumstances that led to me leaving the house. I quickly wiped my tears and rang the doorbell once again, silently hoping that she would opened the door.

the woman asked in a confused tone. “No ma'am you've done nothing wrong. I'm looking for a particular type of rose, the white rose specifically. Do you have them in your collection.” Jones asked looking serious. The woman noticed the sudden change in his countenance while he asked this question. As she delayed a bit before finally giving her response. "Yes detective, I had only two plants and I sold them two weeks ago" “May I ask who you sold them to” Detective Jones replied. “It was a young woman in her twenties, she looked rich and was extremely beautiful, she really looked like my late daughter. I think she said something about gifting it to a friend” the woman replied with confidence.

A. On arrival, she set to work. Her schedule stated that she had an appointment with Sarah to make amendments to a few arrangement. One of the orders she had to send out appeared really weird. The order was a bouquet of bleeding heart, which was one of her favorites. People hardly got the bleeding heart. What was more shocking was the fact that the delivery address was to her shop. It was an online order so she had no single idea who it could be. She checked if she could get more details about the customer but there was nothing except a number. The number went straight to voicemail when she dialed it.

A reminder that it had been already three years since she moved into the manor, since she became Ayla Chevalier. Usually, a night-blooming cereus that had been carefully groomed would need another year or two before giving its first flower, that was what Lyra said. However, this plant was special, Ayla had always felt a strong spiritual energy emanating from it. And that night, apparently, it’d bloom for the first time. It was extremely important for her to be back before sunset. *** She met her friend halfway to the city walls. “You look exhausted.” Estée pointed out. “Ironic, since you rarely go out for missions.”

______^^^ Blossom drops her bag on the table and shut her door , she haven't uttered a word to any of her maids as she just walks straight to her room. The maids also know too well that she's angry, and so they avoided getting on her bad book otherwise they'd lose their job in just a blink of an eye. Blossom lay on her bed and looks up at the ceiling blinky. Thinking about how Aiden talked to her earlier made her feel even worse about herself. She have tried so much all these years. She just don't understand if she'd ever do Aiden any wrong as she couldn't think of any. Though still, she doesn't understand why he's always pushing her away.

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."

Bloom padded toward the table, sniffing curiously at the cup. “No, Bloom,” Mia said lightly. “That’s not for you.” But before she could reach for him, the doorbell rang. Her attention shifted, heart skipping as she struggled to get up. It was probably a delivery baby clothes she’d ordered online, something small to look forward to. She smiled, thinking about it, and went to answer. Behind her, Bloom’s nose dipped into the teacup. When she returned, Bloom was on the side, trembling. “Bloom?” she whispered, dropping the box in her hands.

A ridiculous bouquet of flowers Ark insists on buying even though she tells him they will die. “So will we,” he says simply. “Everything does.” She lets him buy the flowers. She takes them and tries to pretend that they're not so romantic. The drive home is quiet and warm. Storm watches the neighborhoods shift, the houses getting smaller, closer together. Familiar. Safe in the way that makes her skin itch just a little. The moment she steps onto their street, something twists low in her stomach. Not fear. It feels more like recognition. She slows her steps before ultimately stopping.

Gloria said, finishing typing and making the arrangements. Blake and Susan arrived at the new Peach Blossom Estates. The name of the home the women had agreed on. Looking at the peach blossoms in the trees, Blake felt at peace. Susan’s first arrival was marveling over the estate and home. Blake pulled under the canopy in front of the home and exited his car, with Susan following, looking around at the grandeur of the home.

"What do I take you for? You're nothing but a love-struck fool! How did the campus star you once were end up like this?" Edward gave an exasperated eye roll, his last few words lost in a quiet mumble. Confused by my look, Edward's ears turned a bright red as he shoved past me and bolted up the stairs. "It's getting late. Time to wash up and hit the hay." The new house was a last-minute find, and while it was not exactly bursting with cheer, it had everything we needed.