Blossom X Buttercup 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.

My moonfire wraps around his tether like vines around a branch. He anchors us. Not as a god. Not as a sacrifice. But as our chosen. Ares. My mate. Clara’s mate. Her mate. He whispers through the bond: Come back to me. The spark responds first. A pulse. Then my own answer. Then Clara’s. We breathe as one. That’s when I finally feel it: Her name. Not spoken felt. A divine echo etched in our merging hearts. Claria. The moment the name settles, my sense of identity shifts.

POV: Beatrice The stems of my bouquet bent beneath my grip, each step down the aisle tightening my hold until the fragile blooms threatened to break. The sight before me was every bit as pristine as the planners had intended: white chairs perfectly aligned, delicate flowers swaying in the ocean breeze, and a makeshift altar framed by the endless horizon. Yet, for all its beauty, the scene felt hollow, each detail mocking me with its cheerful façade.

Perhaps the garden would answer the question the chapel had not. By mid-afternoon, the clouds had lifted enough to give the lawns a washed light. Bliss walked the gravel path that circled the fountain and stretched into the rose gardens. The air carried the scent of damp soil and faint sweetness. Bees moved lazily between blossoms. The roses had been pruned with care; their lines showed the work of steady hands. She stopped at the bush with petals the same brown shade as the one she had found. The edges of its blooms had dried early, curling inward as if the plant had chosen to keep its secrets.

Polly was trying to change the topic. “Oh yeah! I’ve got that yellow bell plant over there by the corner. Later, around 10:00, you’ll see Bugsy, the bee or Butty, the butterfly dropping by. They’ve got a crush on Belle, the yellow bell.” “What about that big open flower beside Belle?” “Oh, her? That’s Gummy, the Gumamela… Isn’t she pretty?”

Afterwards, she just sat in the garden, close to the cereus plant, waiting for the flower to bloom. It’d happen at any moment. “When you are born again, do you think we’ll meet?” Could they be friends in his next life? “During the festival, I’ll light up a lantern for you and pray that your next life starts soon.” The sudden cold breeze announced Ler’s presence. Now it was very easy for him to come whenever he wanted, as the people in the manor started to acknowledge their relationship. He sat by her side without saying a word and his eyes fell on the now blossoming flower. He heard her gasp with emotion when the moment she’d been waiting for months was finally there.

Vernon had returned, looking exhausted. He was even holding a bouquet of fresh flowers. He walked toward me with no trace of guilt or remorse. "Avril, I brought you your favorite roses." Red roses represented sincere and passionate love. Right now, those flowers looked like a joke in Vernon's hands. I accepted the roses. Thinking that I was no longer angry, Vernon began to explain. "It's Peggy Cahill. She's been diagnosed with bone cancer. All she wants is to marry me.

… By the time I crawled out of bed to eat the so-called 'birthday cake', it was noon the next day. Damien lazily came over, looking completely satisfied. "Ready for that cake?" The cake had already been taken out of its box. It was a beautiful cream cake decorated with white flowers made from frosting. My expression darkened when I realized they were Bradford pear blossoms. I noticed a small card beside the cake. "Bradford pear blossoms may appear fragile and alone, yet their true meaning is one of renewal—of life beginning anew."

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

It was furnished with the best exterior and interior designs, giving it a fanciful look. I decided to book the hotel garden. It was so serene and surrounded by beautiful flowers. The sweet scents of rose, daisy and tulips rented the air. Colourful butterflies danced around the attractive ornaments. The fresh air and tranquility the garden gave was exactly what Granny needed. Behind us were four bodyguards while granny's nanny sat beside her. I smiled as I watched my folks talk and laugh out loud. I was glad that I was able to spend some quality time with them. It wasn't something I was always chanced to do due to my busy schedule at work.