Blushing Flower Bambi Novels & Stories

Just an older man with silver hair and eyes like oil; slick, dark, unreadable. They called him consigliere. Advisor. Manipulator. He smiled at her like he knew everything. Including why she was here. She avoided him for the rest of the day. But that night, as she cleaned the study, she found something. A black notebook, half-buried under a pile of folders. Inside, dates. Payments. Names. Including her father’s. One name was underlined in red. "Project 5B : Initiated by A.D." She blinked. Her breath caught.

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.

Light sweat shone on his forehead and he ran his hands through his hair to tidy them. He looked like an adorable little kid and would very well pass as my little brother. “I think the blue flame gets its name from the shiny blue color that it radiates from its petals. It is a massive flower and is somewhere deep in the forest. But as far as I know, legends say that it is blessed by the moon Goddess so you can’t touch it without its permission. Any attempts to pluck or harm it results in serious injuries to whoever tries to near it with ill intentions.

Namio watched him for a moment longer before quickly leaving. Inside Cyber Island, Hana was observing the rhythm of movement of the purple flowers in front of her. She had only entered here for 2 minutes, and they had attacked her in unison. They seemed to have a hunch and could guess Hana's direction. More specifically, Hana burned them all with Worn, but after, each flower grew as fast as a mushroom. After each time, their attack ability became faster and more robust. Hana recalled the book Henry had given her, based on which she knew it was a Blue Or flower whose mission was to protect Helix fruit.

“If you want her pictures, it’s in my phone.” “Oh, right, of course. You were her lover.” she teased before taking his phone to look at Sei’s pictures. There were a lot of candid pictures of Sei and Rojean could laugh at the fact there was none that she smiled or even a hint of smile on her face. She looked undoubtedly annoyed with Subin taking pictures of her all the time. “It’s really weird for me. She looks exactly like me but she looks so angry at the world.” “It was odd when I saw you too. I never saw her smile too often, rather it’s a very rare occurrence. Her smile was beautiful. I wished she showed it more.”

Because Sabu-sama says that so, Hikari just goes for it. But when Hikari was walking away, he started thinking about why did Sabu-sama suddenly told him to go there. He started to thinking something worst but maybe it wasn't it. Because Sabu-sama is not a person who will do something like that for him. Hikari just tries to forget everything that he just thinking and just goes there without saying anything. He was just surprised when he saw something there. There was a girl that was holding a single flower there. It was Aimi. Hikari asks Aimi "Just what are you doing here with that flower, Aimi?" Aimi was expecting some dramatic words from Hikari. But it didn't go as what did she wants. Aimi

I would have never pictured myself friends with Bloom. Are we even friends? I think we are—or maybe she's just tolerating me because she has to tutor me. I don't know but I don't mind her—which is surprising because a lot of people annoy me. Bloom—she's just pure and wholesome and—I don't know. She just makes me want to keep her safe—or some ridiculous sappy shit like that. What does piss me off though—is that jackass Evan she's dating. How the hell does someone as kind and pure as Jasmine date a piece of shit like Evan.

They were red and shiny like jewels, reflecting the sunlight that came through the trees. Elara noticed the flowers too and recognized them. She turned to me and said, "Scarlett, look at these flowers. They're called Crimson Bloom. They can help heal wounds and injuries." I was curious and moved closer to see the beautiful Crimson Bloom. The petals were soft like velvet, and the stem had small thorns for protection. It seemed strong and alive, capturing my attention. "Tell me more, Elara," I asked with genuine interest. "How do these flowers help with healing?"

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.

“The ambush. The flowers. The masked men who broke into my house and shot me.” Bianca’s head snapped up. Of course she remembered. She’d even sent flowers after—just to mock me. And now… those same flowers were evidence. “You’re lying!” Bianca cut in sharply. “Anyone could send themselves flowers and sign my name. And ‘B’ could stand for anyone—there are plenty of names that start with B.” I smiled slightly. “Who said it was signed with just a ‘B’?” I asked, turning to the crowd. “Did I say that?”