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.

He moved from her lips to her collarbone, then to her chest, and all the way down… Freya had never felt so much stimulation in her life, and burst into tears, hoping it would end. That was when Dominic drew up again and kissed her on the lips. He was eager to possess every part of her. The moment he heard her tiny, shrill cry ringing in his ears, he suddenly stopped. All the shock in his eyes was replaced with complete ecstasy. “You’re mine. All mine.” Freya could barely hear what he was saying. She felt like a stray piece of leaf tossed around in a raging tornado. By the time the sun rose, she fell asleep from exhaustion.

Even from a distance, he saw it: the quiet determination in the way she smiled at the receptionist, the way her eyes scanned the building like she was memorizing her future. She wasn’t just surviving anymore. She was blooming. And he was still a ghost on the outside of her story. He slid his phone from his coat pocket, hesitating before opening a private secure thread labeled simply: LB. Typing always felt too easy. But still, he wrote. Some things are too sacred to rush. Like healing. Like joy. Like the blooming of someone finally stepping into her light. I watched you from afar today, Layla. And it wasn’t out of obsession.

Through the fence, I could see them by the pool. Zachary's close friends were there too—the people who were supposed to be our groomsmen and bridesmaids. Zachary looked drunk, eyes unfocused, half-lying on Willow while biting her neck. The people around them cheered teasingly. "Zachary, come on now. We know Yvonne has the title, but Willow's the real deal!" "Exactly! Look at how pretty and sensible Willow is!" "If it weren't for Yvonne forcing him into marriage just because of her family's status, who would even want her with her stuck-up attitude?"

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.

“You know, I risked my life walking down those stairs with an empty gun just because I was worried you’d be killed…right now, if it were in another situation, I would’ve pulled the trigger myself!” Nicholas looked at her with a shocked expression, then he looked like she had just hurt his feelings severely. “Rain, you—” “—Sorry to interrupt your wonderful family reunion,” It was Romeo, he had both hands in his pockets as he walked up to where they stood. He had that warm smile on his face that made him look extremely friendly and approachable but Rain knew better than to fall for that façade. “Bella signora, times up. Xander’s sent for you,”

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.

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.