Blushing Flower Bambi Novels & Stories

"Fantastic.” "Yes. If you stop being a brat, I can tell you what the Somnaris Bloom looks like before you kill someone." I inhaled sharply, biting back an insult. "Fine. Describe it." "Dark blue petals, thin stem, a little bigger than your palm. It smells faintly like wintermint. Look for that." I rummaged through the bag again, cursing Seraphina for not labeling anything, and finally found a jar with dried blue petals. "Got it."

I told him, my voice firm, nigh on daring him to ask for another. One of his soldiers was going to complain, open his mouth and whine, but then we saw it—a monkey, sitting way up a crooked tree, its little hand holding a flower which radiated an unearthly, eerie glow. Petals a rich, silvery color, centre pulsating with a soft, otherworldly light, as though alive. "Mother of God, it's the Silverbloom," I breathed, my eyes on it, with awe pumping through me, my heart tightening with hope, the weight of the mission finally easing, for all of Ella's smiling face and Jayden's caress still throbbing in my head.

Kahit may mga saplot pa sila pero hindi niya maiwasang mag-apoy ang katawan. Hinaklit nito ang kanyang blouse at tumilapon ang mga butones. Inalis ang brassiere at pinagpiyestahan ang malusog niyang dibdib. Sinipsip nito ang munting korona na parang bata na uhaw na uhaw. Patuloy lang niyang ikinikiskis ang pagkababae sa maumbok nitong harapan at sabay pa silang napaungol.

The cherry blossom flower prints were printed on Miren's white skin, and they were extremely beautiful. She couldn't contain herself any longer and started wriggling up and down. She felt her secret spot gushing out a steamy liquid, and Miren really wanted to take Dylan's big thing. She clutched at Dylan's arm as he deliberately stroked nonchalantly over her body. Miren moaned as Dylan tamed at her feet. She couldn't contain herself any longer and started wriggling up and down. Miren begged him in a hushed tone, lowering her voice.

After a brief silence, detective Jones broke the silence and asked "what do you think maria?“ “About what?” “This, of course!” detective Jones said increasing his tone. “Calm down partner. Anyways, I think we're dealing with a nasty serial killer that has an obsession with flowers” Maria joked. “It's not just that. But wait, I think am beginning to get the pieces, according to the woman, a white rose represents chastity and purity,now a blood stain on it would mean what? The chastity or purity have been stained and how is that possible?”

None of these people requires my mercy anymore, I’ve done playing games with them, halfway of dealing with these villains, I’m not longer used my gun nor SMG or even rifles that the dead guards were holding, Instead, I unleash my deadliest and my favourites moves, the Thousand Cherry blooms. “The..fuck?!!…where the heck does this pink flowers comes from?!!….….ARAARRRGGHHH!!!…MY EARS!!!!…”. “HELP!!…MY HAND!!!…FLOWERS CUT OFF MY HAND!!!…”. “MY EYES!!!…I CANT SEEE!!!…ARRRGGHHHH!!..”.

I hate it. "Do you want to remember, Bambi?" he asks, shuffling to sit close to me. I turn my chin to him, and our gazes lock in a charged moment of pure silence. His thumbs stroke my jawbone, and his soft, warm fingers send a chill through my body. "Yes," I whisper. He looks at me thoughtfully, our encounter charged with the unknown, and then he mutters two words. "Puro fluire," he whispers against my ear, low and controlled.

I huffed. "Oh come on, why that?" "Why not that, Flower?" "Well because..." "Because?" "Stop it Alex." "Oooo we're at Alex now." My face turned beetroot. "Shut up!" Even covering my face with my hands couldn't take the blush or his chuckles away. "I hate you" I pouted. He stopped chuckling and smiled when I peeked between my fingers to look at him. That same look from earlier crossed his face,but melted away soon enough, and then he was leaning close. My brain seemed to shut down and then go into overdrive

“Come, let me show you something special.” She reached out and took his hand softly. Greg’s eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t pull away. Her hand felt small, warm, and incredibly gentle. She led him down a winding garden path lined with glowing flowers. They stopped in front of a beautiful flower bed filled with large, closed blooms that shimmered under the moonlight. “Watch this,” Amaya whispered excitedly, her eyes sparkling with joy. She touched one of the flowers lightly with her fingertip. Suddenly, the petals unfolded gracefully, releasing a cloud of colorful butterflies that danced around them in soft waves of blue, yellow, orange, and pink.

Landry POV Landry looks up from his conversation about painting the palace walls just in time to see Bernice take a deep inhale of the most dangerous flower ever. “Shit!” He shouts, racing over. His eyes scan the area, looking for detoxifying berries. This flower is known as an intense aphrodisiac, sending whoever smells it into deep and sometimes incurable lust. Not only would that hurt a normal person, Bernice is already ill, and Landry doesn’t even want to think about how that could hurt her.