Blossom X Brick Novels & Stories

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.

Blossom didn't reply, instead she just rolled her eyes as she went back to scrolling on her phone. The honk of a car was heard from the outside, making Blossom look out the window. She guessed he must have been back and just like she guessed, he came in seconds later. She furrowed her brows when she saw a bandage on his body. She stood up and walked briskly to him. "Hey! What happened to you?" She asked with worried look on. "I scrimmaged with a fucking bastard." Trenton replied looking surprised to see her. Blossom touched the bandaged spot and he groaned slightly.

” Artemis said. “We really don’t have time to play hopscotch, find a path through this infernal barrier, so we can get Briar, and get the hell out of Dodge!” Dove looked Artie in the eyes with so much hope…how could he say no? “It’s settled, Briar is the only one who can safely show us how to get these flowers!” Dove stomped the ground in frustration. A dull thud came from under their feet. Stryxx started, “Dove, don’t…”

Thomas had said: seventh spring, the wall will not be visible. Ernest stopped walking. He looked at the south wall. The roses were at the top of the wall. They had done it. The seventh spring, exactly as Thomas had predicted, and the south wall was no longer visible. The brick was gone. The mortar was gone. The windows that faced south — the windows of the east wing study, the windows of the bedroom, the windows of the guest room — were openings in a wall of roses. The roses had climbed through the fourth spring and the fifth and the sixth, and the seventh had produced the coverage of the entire wall, from the ground to the eaves, from the east corner to the west corner, the red brick transf

his smile is pure evil as he looks through the entranceway at the bricks, “what lies on the other side will be destroyed very soon.” I see panic in Riley’s eyes, and I mind link him, “stay put sweet boy, I know what I’m doing.” I nod, “good, perhaps you should do it now,” I wave my hands at the brick, “it’s an eye soar all that brick, it takes away from the beauty of the foyer.” The girl named Rose studders, “I, I, like the brick, we can cover it with drapes if it displeases you Mother.” I stiffen at her words and arch a brow to her, “I wish for my son to answer me.”

And with that hope in his heart, Liam vowed to cherish the time he had with Rose and make every effort to never let her wait again. Liam parked his sleek black car by an expensive flower shop nestled in a quaint corner of the bustling city. The vibrant hues of the flowers spilled onto the sidewalk, beckoning him to explore their mesmerizing beauty. Intrigued, Liam decided to take a moment to immerse himself in the enchanting world of blooms.

Maria seethed. I blinked at her, surprised with the words she said. ‘The sales drop because I was not around? That… can’t be possible,’ I thought to myself. ‘But although Maria is loud, she will never get in trouble without any reason. It seems like the Blossom Hall really started some trouble.’ The Blossom Hall was the flower shop located beside our Eternity Flower Shop. Thus, there was always competition between the two shops, especially during the Flower Festival where the two shops always participated in the competition on who would sell the most flowers in a day.

"I told you I‌ would g​ive it back." I⁠ dug de⁠eper into the box. My fi‌ngers hit somethi‌ng hard and cold at the v​ery botto‍m. I pulled it⁠ o⁠ut. ‍It wasn't a paper.‌ It was a he⁠avy, silver⁠ ri‍ng. It ha‍d a unique crest, a sna​ke biting i‍ts‍ own tail. My b‌rea​th ca‌u⁠g​ht in my throat. I knew this ring. It was the same crest I h‍a‍d s​een on a wax seal in the​ Archi⁠ves... on the documen‍t⁠s re‍garding the death of Floral.

She made a whole show of leaving, looking wronged. Caleb grabbed her wrist. "Holly, we've known each other for over twenty years. How are we supposed to just cut ties?" She spun back, pointing at me, voice sharp with resentment. "Then what do you want me to do? Your bride treats me like I'm trying to steal her place. If I don't leave, what am I supposed to do? This way, she can finally get married in peace, right?"

Chapter 27: I Trusted Her Before I Knew Her Name The sky hadn’t changed, but Aria had. She stood barefoot in the apartment, staring at the tenth bloom. It had pushed through the cracks in her ceiling like it was meant to be there. Its petals were long, curled, slick with some kind of dew that shimmered when she moved her head. Ten of them now. Ten different blooms. Ten different colors, shapes, textures — none of them natural, none of them replicable. Each of them pulsing, quietly alive.