Bud And Bloom Franklin Novels & Stories

Lysaa snapped, yanking away the moment she was seated. Franklin smirked but ignored her, kicking the car into reverse and flooring it. As the vehicle sped down the road, I turned to him, my grip still firm around the twins. “What the hell did you do?” Franklin grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “I took a page out of Lysaa’s book.” I frowned. “Meaning?” “I started a fire.” My brows shot up. “I climbed over the wall, snuck into the palace grounds, and set a bush on fire,” Franklin explained. “Figured it’d buy you enough time to get out.”

With that bagged up we continued wandering through the stalls and Frankie stopped again at the flower booth picking a bouquet of lavender roses with lavender and pink stock. “You know you don’t have to buy me things all the time. You have done so much for me already,” I told him. Frankie just smiled and said, “I know I don’t have to, but I want to and there’s a difference.” Then he placed a soft kiss on my lips. One of the booths had Greek cuisine, so we decided that we would have falafel and stuffed grape leaves for lunch while sitting next to the fountain.

Irene secretly wiped her tears and said with a gloomy expression, “Thomas is such a good kid. How much have we benefited from him all these years? In the end, you still want to plot this and frame him. Dear, we will be punished by God if we do this!” “Bah! Stop being so petty.” Franklin wanted to ignore the woman. He did not care about God’s punishment or any moral standard. All he needed was power. As long as he could support Shawn in getting the position, it was worth putting in more effort. He could only blame Thomas for being so ignorant! Franklin scoffed. He felt delighted. He had finally gotten rid of a big enemy. At that moment, the door to Room Number Three was opened. Everyone looke

I didn't even know how I got back to the yard. Brandon happened to be bringing out some wine. I forced a smile. "Where's Claude?" He blinked. "He accidentally broke a bottle of wine just now. He's cleaning it up. He should be back soon." My eyes burned and welled up, and my nails dug into my palm. Just how many times had he lied to me before that he could do it with such a natural expression now? I couldn't stay another second. "I'm tired. I'm going home."

I stared at the ceiling, "I can talk to him for hours about literally nothing and not get bored. His laugh that he doesn't show a lot, it's deep and beautiful and his eyes light up when he's genuinely laughing. He calls me Bloom like it's my real name and it makes me feel special to him because he's the only one who can call me that otherwise it won't feel right. Every time he stands so close to me and I just feel like I'm going to melt. He cares about me so much, he'll hardly let me drive alone and will give me a ride even if I have my car. He always makes sure I get home safe. When he gets bored while I'm trying to tutor him and starts throwing random things like erasers or pillows or chip

Vivian sat alone in the shadowed corner of the bar, watching strangers drift beneath the amber glow of the lights. She could not believe she had actually fallen for a rumor. “The real reason the Hayes and Carter families postponed the wedding? Sebastian’s ex was kidnapped. He’d rather call off the marriage than leave her to die.” One reckless sentence was all it took for her to book the first flight to Harbor City. Sebastian was the untouchable heir everyone admired—a fixture on the covers of financial magazines and the polished businessman delivering keynote speeches at charity galas. What could a man like him possibly be doing in a place like this? Vivian shook her head, set down her g

James moved closer, whispering, “You’re making enemies faster than allies.” “Then let them show their faces,” I murmured. “Better open blades than hidden ones.” Through the cracked window the dawn bled pale over the forest. Far away, smoke still curled from the cliffs. The price of deception. The proof that she had taken the bait. For an instant I remembered Clara’s laughter young, unguarded, the way she used to call me stubborn and fearless. It twisted now into something colder. I wondered if she remembered too. Rowan slammed his staff once.

“You look beautiful, my princess.” Rose beamed. “Daddy said so too. And Aunt Sienna.” Franklin’s smile softened as he nodded. “I’m glad.” His gaze lifted to Frederick. “Where’s Sienna?” Frederick’s expression shifted, subtle but noticeable. “She had an emergency. Her kid sister was admitted to the hospital. She left last night.” Franklin handed over the remaining bags. “In a few months, my chef will be opening a restaurant here. You won’t have to rely on frozen food anymore.”

Even if Zayden and Yannick spent every day waiting outside, it did not change her attitude. Julian tightened his grip on his spoon. He set down his spoon, stood up, and went to his room to make a phone call. The next day, when Xena arrived at First Bloom, Julian was waiting at the door. As she came up, he stepped in front of her and handed her a document. “It’s the store lease agreement. “Xena, I know you wanted to rent a shop in the CBD, but there were some problems. I took care of it for you.”

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.