Blossom X Buttercup Novels & Stories

ELISHA’S POV The notifications hadn’t stopped buzzing since sunrise. Every social platform, every tag, every inbox mention was alight with the launch of our newest Harvest Bloom flavor—Cayenne Blossom—a bold combination of bitter cacao, rose petal syrup, and a touch of slow-burning heat. An unapologetic flavor. A risk. Something I had fought tooth and nail to perfect. I sat hunched at my desk on the second floor of our main R&D lab, skimming through comments on our official launch video, heart thudding with every refresh.

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

I introduce them. “Oh, hello Lady Meadow.” “Hello, Sir Tate.” “He’s a handsome fellow.” “And young.” “Ladies, you should introduce yourselves,” Xander says, cutting off their discussion of my brother before it goes downhill. “I’m Blossom.” “And I’m Poppy.” “And this is Daphne, she’s shy.” “I love your lights, did my sister make them for you?” Meadow asks, feeling the magic in them. “She did!” “Don’t you love them?”

“It is seeds from charlock, but they do look like eyes right ?” “And a bit toe of frog”. Siri added”. It is this herb, it’s a buttercup. The leaves look like frog toes”. “Here is the wool of bat. Holly”. Gudrun shakes a jar of dried up white flowers. “They don’t really look like wool”. “No not now, but in the blooming season they're sitting close on the trunk and the male flowers look a bit like wool. You have to remember that Mary had to make sure that no outsider could figure it out. And luckily Shakespeare had a brilliant fantasy”.

"That thing doesn't like me. I see it in my dreams." She didn't ask what they meant. They bought nothing. They just stood for a while, then left. By the time dusk hit, the flowers had grown taller. Crimson petals opened toward her whenever she walked near. Not aggressive. More like recognition. She stared at the mirror one last time before closing. The cracks were thicker now, webbing across the surface like veins under skin. Her reflection met her gaze. This time, it whispered — barely audible. "Bloom." She closed her eyes. Felt it in her chest like a drumbeat. Something ancient, crawling, rising through soil, through concrete, through thought.

She repeated the process several times. At last, she set the bowl of blood over a candle flame, heating it slowly until it thickened and darkened. When it had dried completely, it crumbled at the slightest touch, turning into a fine, brittle powder. Holding the powder between her fingers, she brought it to her nose to sniff. "What is it, Aunt Qiana?" Selena asked. Qiana finally looked at her. "Aconite and crimson seed. Neither are fatal on their own, but they induce a brief, deep sleep when combined. If nothing goes wrong, the person recovers soon enough without even realizing they were drugged."

When I actually pulled out my phone, Trevin's confidence crumbled. "Yara, cool it, it's me, Trevin, the love of your life! How can you do this to me! I was just in a rush back then, that's why I bumped into you. However, look, you're fine now, isn't this a bit much?" "Trevin, you scoundrel! Just how much have you kept from us?" Becky was twisting his arm, screaming at the top of her lungs, while Alfred was quick to wash his hands of the whole mess.

A burst of screams had erupted from the ward, followed immediately by the sound of things being smashed. James had quickly pushed his wheelchair inside, only to see the room in complete disarray. The nutritional supplements that Sophia had carefully chosen for Jessica had all been shattered across the floor, glass fragments scattering like countless sharp ice crystals, reflecting cold, blinding light under the sun. The photo that Sophia had specially taken at the wedding banquet of James and Jessica kissing had also been smashed against the wall. In the picture, Jessica's smiling face had been slashed diagonally by a jagged shard of glass, instantly becoming fragmented and eerie.

She plucked several, ignoring the sting as the sap touched her skin. Last was moonbloom, a delicate white flower that only opened at night. Its scent was soft, floral, deceptively gentle, but extremely potent when mixed with the others. She gathered three blossoms, careful not to bruise them. The combination would work. It had to. She rubbed the crushed frostleaf along her neck, her wrists, the collar of her shirt. The cold scent burned her nose, but it dulled the warmth of Kaelan’s scent almost instantly. She smeared duskroot along her arms, grimacing at the bitterness. Moonbloom, she tucked into her pocket; she’d need it later for the spray.

“Ms. Jensen, your partner and the kids are amazing. You’re really lucky. “Your arm would have been fine with just some ointment. But they insisted you stay in the hospital and took care of you the whole time.” Moon smiled. Pride shone in her eyes. Julian walked in with the two boys. He handed her the bouquet he was holding, and a warm smile spread across his face. “Your discharge papers are ready. The boys picked these flowers this morning. Congratulations on getting out of the hospital!” Zayden and Yannick leaned in on either side. “Ms. Jensen, look! There are still dewdrops on the flowers!” “Ms. Jensen, these flowers are as pretty as you!”