Blushing Flower Bambi Novels & Stories

Frankie sits up straight, his heartbeat increasing again as he leans forward, peering at the stage. When Bambi appears, his mouth falls open – not only because she’s…gorgeous. But god, because she…she really cleaned up. Gone, obviously, are the articles of men’s clothing that she stole out of Christian’s closet. Instead, she’s wearing a blue bikini set with rhinestones all over it, and sky-high heels, and her mane of blonde hair…god, but it flows around her, fresh and clean, looking like satin under the stage lights.

"This is our newest, Bambi." It took me a second to recognize my own name. My new name. She gave me an expressionless stare. Her blue eyes showed nothing except for.. discontentment? Still I pulled forth my trainings from school on etiquette and tried out my warmest smile. "Hello! I am so glad to meet you." I said. Vixen rolled her eyes at me as she stood up, "Oh, your one of those girls." She said distastefully, Fox reprimanded her quickly, her tone loud and serious.

His bambina. A wicked smile spreads over his face. “That’s right, my beautiful little bambi. Now, fucking come for me.” He pumps his fingers into me while drawing his thumb over my clit, the triple at once simulation overwhelming me. I cry out and bite down on his shoulder, my climax bursting through me. I collapse in his arms, shuddering and moaning. He strokes my hair lovingly back from my face. “Look at you. So obedient and independent. How a little girl be should be. How I like my bambina to be.”

He hissed and flicked my forehead. "Why do you have to have a dick, I wish you were my girlfriend." "Stop! Oh my God!" Jiroo said disgustingly and slapped my arm. "I'm sorry, I can't help it, you make my heart melt." "And I'll melt you for real with a fucking torch if you didn't stop." "Fine, fine, I'll sto–." "Liam!" All the students inside the art class got startled when a loud voice called my name and whipped our heads at the door and we saw Bambam, he's panting and catching his breath, one hand on his knee, one clutching his chest.

Bamby was still talking to Clarissa when Laura emerged from the kitchen. “Worry? Why should I worry? Clarissa, you did not tell me we have a visitor?” Laura uttered. “Mama, I was supposed to call you in the kitchen and introduce you to Bamby. He is the model scout I told you about last time. He was the one who approached me to be a model six months ago.” Clarissa was trying to gather her strength while talking to her mother. “Well, hello Mama. I am Bamby Flores, a well-known beauty queen maker, model discoverer, and a big name in the fashion industry. I am so honored to finally meet the mother of my future superstar model.” Bamby introduced himself.

When I open my mouth, I am even shocked at the immense calm that accompanies my words. “How did you manage for her to slip away from your fingers? In a place where you’ve had her surrounded?” He splays his fingers to gesture. “Like a poof of air…she vanished. I can’t believe you, Je…Jay. They have been messing with that flower for years, you know what it can do.” My hands curl into a tight fist, my fingernails digging crescent ridges into my palm to hold back the scalding heat roaring through my veins.

"That's also valid. I’ll have the prenatal version with chamomile and rose water instead of skullcap and blue lotus. That's a no while I'm growing a person." The baby kicks, hard, like she agrees. She's been doing barrel rolls since seven, which Bryce says means a Sagittarius moon and my OB says means nothing, and honestly I hold both truths. I still can't believe I'm here. Natasha called me. I've done a gratitude journal entry about it already and the drinks hadn't even started. Her wine and my mocktail arrives, purple and beautiful. She eyes it. "It looks radioactive." "It's the butterfly pea flower that gives it color. Do you want to try a sip?"

Had the red-haired woman given them names? Gianna closed her eyes and tried to recall those images from that night. The flowers had been unusual, with petals that seemed to shimmer in the torchlight. Some had been purple with gold centers. Others had been white with veins of silver running through them. There had been vines with leaves that felt almost warm to the touch. The red-haired woman had pointed to one in particular. A flower with deep red petals and a black center that looked almost like an eye. "This one is called Heartbloom," she had said, her voice reverent. "It can heal the deepest wounds. It can cure poisons. It can restore what has been broken."

Sam blinked. Then blinked again. “What is this?” The servants exchanged nervous looks. Finally, one stepped forward. “A gift, Lady Summit.” “A gift?” The servant nodded. “From Alpha Deph Ian Woods.” Silence. Pure silence. Then— “What?” Moments later, Sam found herself staring at the largest bouquet she had ever seen in her life. The flowers glowed pale blue beneath the morning sunlight. Their petals looked almost crystalline. Like tiny frozen stars. They were beautiful.

And in that moment, as the bathroom door clicked shut behind them, they surrendered to the unknown, ready to explore the depths of their connection and discover the truths that lay hidden within. Liam's heart raced with anticipation as he held the flower bouquet in his hands. The delicate petals of the roses intertwined with the vibrant colors of daisies and lilies, creating a captivating sight. He had carefully chosen each bloom, ensuring that they conveyed his feelings for her. With a deep breath, Liam approached her, who was standing near the dresser, gently toweling her damp hair.