Novel & Cerita Bride And Blossom

The full moon casts a soft, ethereal glow over the garden, illuminating the golden and burgundy decorations that shimmer like liquid fire under the night sky. The scent of fresh roses and honeysuckle fills the air, blending with the crisp autumn breeze that carries the distant howl of wolves. Everything is perfect. Cassidy wasn’t exaggerating when she said this would be the most breathtaking ceremony of the year. And she wasn’t exaggerating when she said she would be the most stunning bride.

I don’t dare to tease him in case he doesn’t want to show me this tender side of him again. We are standing on the threshold of the doors leading to the back gardens, "This is it, here, take your bouquet.” Lilliane hands me a beautiful bridal bouquet of white and purple Calla Lily. It’s simple yet elegant for a night wedding ceremony. “Thank you, darling.” I peck a kiss on her cheek and start walking down the improvised aisle to meet my groom.

This bouquet of lilies is worth 50,000 RMB. According to informants, the choice of bridal bouquets was overturned this morning, Although lilies are beautiful, they have a faint scent, which does not comply with the 1980th rule in Frost's 30,000 details: The bridal bouquet must be scentless. According to informants: The bridal bouquet is finally settled: crabapple flowers. Crabapple flowers have no fragrance, but their flowering period has passed, and the nursery has already started creating artificial environments to synchronize the flowering period of the crabapple with the engagement ceremony...

Tomiwa exclaimed. "Shuuushh! Are you not born again anymore?" I questioned as she lowered her voice. "So I can't admire a fine boy anymore cos I'm born again, abi?" The garden was silent as we anticipated the bride's entrance. The bridal train walked in first dressed in their beautiful purple evening dresses while holding strands of roses. Their hair was all styled the same way. They glistened in the evening sun. The flower girls also walked in dropping flowers as they did. The little bride walked in with a huge smile on her face.

She noticed the newly launched Blossom shop, blossom has not had any shops in the past and has been designing solely for private individuals and companies. Her designs are sold in high-end shops and everyone is eager and always waiting for her very next design after a release. Before Ariel could react her mother-in-law dragged her into the shop, it had wedding dresses of all kinds and magnitude displayed perfectly, every color, for bridesmaids and groom as well, the dresses were more than magnificent.

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.

she asked. “No happy family nonsense?” I smiled. “I assure you, I have no desire to play happy families. I simply want an heir.” “An heir?” she said. “Are you royalty or something?” I ignored that too. “So,” I asked, “do we have a deal?” I sweetened the offer. Private housing. A car. Total privacy. She smiled. “Fine. Add it to the contract.” Then she asked, “Where are you from anyway?” “Upstate,” I said. “A place called Fell Village.”

Numb, as though my life moves forward without me. With the ceremony complete, Thade is encouraged to kiss his bride, his Queen. I’m facing him. My nose level with his chest. I can smell him. That musky aroma of the forest and woodsmoke, the slight undertone of old books. He’s clean shaven today, his chiselled jaw tight as he looks down at me.

The smoke, the fire, the lies—none of it mattered when he looked at her like that. His fingers brushed her cheek, slow and reverent. “I tried to stay away from you,” he said. “But you didn’t.” Their lips met in a crash of heat and confusion, need and fury. Her hands tangled in his hair. His mouth was urgent, devouring, worshipping. The kiss deepened, wild and consuming, like the fire roaring through the mansion. He pinned her against the wall, his hands exploring every inch of her with desperate intensity. She gasped as he kissed down her neck, her collarbone, pushing the fabric of her maid’s uniform aside like it offended him. Their breaths mingled in a haze of lust and smoke.

Amid the teasing, Vera blushed and began counting on her fingers. "First, he has to love me deeply. Deep enough to tattoo my name over his heart. "Second, he has to be brave. I heard that on Moonwatch Cliff, there is a briar rose bush. He must pick a stalk for me. "Third—" Before she could finish, the doors of the hall were suddenly pushed open. "Mr. Wren sends his regards and presents these gifts in honor of Miss Vera’s birthday. May she be well and happy."