Blossom X Dexter Novels & Stories

"The astrologer said, as soon as you sign here, your stars will immediately align with Charlie's. You… You have to sign… Please." I took the pen without hesitation and signed my name. As I finished the final stroke and lifted my gaze, I met Adrian's venomous gaze. I could see it clearly now—the signs of his decline were written on his face, darker and more defined than ever before. "Claire… Milton… You bitch, how dare you betray me!" he roared. He was about to lunge at me when his body suddenly froze. He clutched his chest, and his face contorted in agony. Then, he coughed up a torrent of crimson blood.

Although he did not utter a word the entire time, his presence alone imposed a heavy atmosphere inside the room. Ifrit felt herself trembling all over when she spoke, “Thank you for staying with me, Mr. Harett.” She tried to lean forward to embrace him, but all he did was frown and shirk away from her. She lowered her head and seemed aggrieved by his reaction. “I know what you’re thinking. The truth is that I had the scar surgically removed a long time ago. What kind of girl could bear having something so hideous on her body? “Mr. Harett, is the scar the only reason you have feelings for me? Are your feelings for me going to change just because I don’t have the scar anymore?”

Thomas' sudden appearance cut off Zachary's attempts to pester me. Willow hurriedly chimed in, "Mr. Hilton, I know you and Eve grew up together, and I understand you want to protect her but you can't say things like that. "What if your future wife hears and misunderstands?" As she spoke, she walked up beside me and hooked her arm through mine with fake warmth, giving me a tacky smile. "Eve, today is Mr. Hilton's engagement party. If you have issues, let's deal with them when you go back later. No need to make things awkward for Zachary in front of everyone."

Rosette: You are a doctor, aren't you? Alexander: Well yeah, but that's for those on my payroll, my patients, and anyone one else who cares for the formality. And you're neither. Rosette: Interesting. Well if I'm neither, then which category do I fall into? Three dots appeared to show he was typing before they disappeared again, and I grew slightly nervous about what he'd say, especially when he was taking his time in answering. Finally though, his reply came. Alexander: You're a beautiful flower that I'm starting to really like.

He removed his hand from her clothes and put it on her waist before flipping her over and then remaining on top of her while they continued with whatever they were doing… lips locked. They were both having a hot moment when a creak from the door alerted them that someone had walked in and on breaking the kiss, they saw Damien standing at the door, fury evident all over his face. They got up in fear. Not waiting for an explanation from Alex , Damien took out his sword. “Today is the day you die, Alex, ” he said angrily.

I kept pounding until the last of my strength drained away, and I collapsed on the floor. Then, a sliver of light cut through the darkness. Moving toward it, I saw that it was Rosa. Her once-proud face was now covered with deep, crisscrossing scars. Coupled with the cold gleam in her eyes, her whole presence exuded unsettling eeriness. From the dim cellar, she looked even more terrifying. "Hazel, were you reborn too?" I froze. "What?" "Why did Dexter get into Grandcrest College this time? Why did Theo blow through all his money? Even you got into college! Why are you still living better than me?"

Rose scoffs, a smile playing on her lips, as she responds, "No, we ran out of tissues, so I—" After a brief pause, she introduced herself, saying, "I'm Rose." He extends his hand for a handshake and replies, "Dexter." As he mentions that he needs to go, Rose nods in acknowledgment, watching him leave the boys' restroom. In that fleeting encounter, Rose experiences a glimmer of connection and kindness, a refreshing departure from the cruelty she has endured. Dexter's brief presence leaves her with a sense of intrigue and curiosity, planting a seed of hope that there might still be individuals who see beyond appearances and treat others with compassion.

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.

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?”

"I want him there. Not as someone's date. As someone who matters to you and therefore matters to me." Rosa picks up her coffee. Sets it down. Picks it up again. A small choreography of a woman managing an emotion she has decided to feel fully. "He will be honoured," she says. "Tell him from me, not from you," Valentina says. "I'll call him this week." "He'll appreciate that," Rosa says. "He respects directness." "I know," Valentina says. "That's why he and you work." Rosa looks at her daughter with the expression Valentina identified at the graduation — uncomplicated, full-weight pride — and then, because she is Rosa Serra and she has never been comfortable with things getting too large, pic