Blossom X Brick Novels & Stories

At least right now. “‘Kind of’ sounds exciting,” Blossom says, her eyes wide. “She knew you would come for her, so clearly you guys became really good friends. But not best friends, because she is my best friend.” “Care to explain?” The other rogue asks, like he has some sort of authority here, and I narrow my eyes at him. “Who the hell are you again?” I ask, and he sighs heavily. “Ames.” “Ah…And why do you feel entitled to anything from me?” I grunt.

She confessed almost immediately under questioning. She claimed the pill she had given Adrian was something she had spent a fortune on and bought from a self-proclaimed holy man at an old chapel in a remote village. She insisted she only wanted to cure him and had no idea it was poisonous.

Freya’s nails, which were cut like daggers, sliced against Cassiopeia's cheek, leaving a visible claw mark. Cassiopeia was bewildered by what Freya was saying. "I don't know what you are talking about. Let me go." "You’re still lying!" Freya gestured at the pale-looking Liam, who was lying on the bed, and teared up. "Liam is only four years old and just had a kidney transplant. How can you be so cruel to him? Aren’t you a mother too?"

Bruce stepped in with his hands behind his back. "That's new... since when do you knock?"I looked at him questioningly He smirked at me. "Since you're actually a woman now I kind of have to.” he shrugged, “ Happy birthday Lia, it's not much but it's all I can do." He held out both of his hands, a bouquet of roses and a small black box in either hand. "You're not proposing, are you, I'm your sister you little perverted arss." I clenched my fists to whack him on the head but then he snorted, "shut up and open it." Instead of murdering him, I took the roses and smelt them - they are my favorite flowers - I then opened the little black box and found a car key on a keychain that read 'You're the

With a fresh bouquet in hand from the flower stand, she ventured deeper into the heart of the farmer's market. At a particularly lively stall, Marvis struck up a conversation with Clara, the spirited vendor. Surrounded by an array of colorful blooms, Clara shared the stories behind each flower, each petal whispering tales of growth, change, and resilience. The language of blooms resonated with Marvis as if the flowers themselves were guiding her through the delicate art of starting anew. Amidst laughter and the fragrance of fresh blossoms, Marvis found herself embracing the town's sense of community. The market became a metaphorical garden where seeds of connection were sown, blossoming into

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

“Yes, he’s here. He’s making us dinner in the catering kitchen and he’ll be coming to say hello, but before he gets here, look.” Bronx points to a clump of rose bushes next to me. One I’m already familiar with. Light gray with purple flecks in the petals. It is one Bronx had brought in and dedicated to me. Next to it are two smaller bushes that look like they’re just rooted enough to bloom.

“As if. I’m the owner of the new company across town that just became your biggest competitor.” I wasn’t going to be some lowly intern. Except Brick shook his head, disagreeing. “Fuck that. If we go that way, I’ll have to take too much unnecessary time to woo you.” Running his palm up my thigh and under my skirt, he found the edge of my panties and slipped under them as well, only to find me wet and ready. “A slutty intern would be good to go now. So tell me how you really want it, Mayhem.” He pushed two fingers inside me, making my back arch and lips part while my legs widened, inviting him between them. “Orgasm now?” he asked, lifting his eyebrows in question. Then he abruptly pulled his d

After soothing both our families, Edward and I had just settled into the bridal suite for a moment of peace when an unexpected visitor showed up. Alfred and Becky burst in, dragging Trevin with them, and blurted out urgently, "Ms. Lawrence, Trevin just got a bit mixed up. We know we've spoiled him rotten, but deep down, he's still got eyes only for you! And… and he was trying to save someone. Can't you cut him some slack?" I was perched on Edward's hip, looking at them with a mix of amusement and contempt. "I'm a married woman, Mr. Hoffman. Are you really trying to wedge yourself into this as the homewrecker?"

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.