Cherry Blossom X Joe Novels & Stories

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?”

She made a kiss face before shutting off the camera. I exhaled, looking up at Zac. "We're going to be good at this, right?" "That's just it," Zac grinned at me. "You're the love of my life, Bloom." - The End

he says leaving. "Thank you" I call out to his back. I am my room I sit down to open the package. Inside the package are two beautiful sticks. As I bring them closer I see that cherry blossoms are painted on them and with the black background, they match my kimono perfectly. What would I need sticks for I wonder. I open the letter to read his words. My dear Io,

and unlocked the door. He moved her going away from him...he was looking at her without blinking and taking in her beautiful and gorgeous self.. Her white coat that is her pride and signifies her hardwork to her patients, was held in her one hand... Her purse in other hand... A stethoscope, that was, is and maybe will be her favourite jewellery that she always carried around with her, was around her neck.... She was beauty with brains in herself. A perfect combination... No wonder his mom loves her more than him and would stay unhappy everytime Kiara or anyone bought up the topic of their marriage ceremony to be held...

Joe went back to the orchard, glancing into the turpentine-cups that still hung unfilled, and was astonished to meet Burnam at the upper end of the range. “Getting any gum, Marshall?” he inquired. “Not a drop since the cold spell,” returned Joe drearily. “Well, never mind!” said Burnam. “It’s bound to turn warm again. But everything’s dead just now, and I reckon this is just the time to send you down to that pretty cousin of yours. Want to go?” “Well—as you say, there isn’t much to do,” said Joe. “If I’m going to take a holiday, this is the time for it.”

Josephine’s gaze was fixed on Rose and Jay’s matching outfit. She quickly exclaimed, “You guys are wearing a couple's costumes. Are you Jay’s dancing partner today?” Rose was about to explain, but Jay extended his large pincers-like hands and grasped her wrist. He spun her to the side and strictly warned in a whisper, “The Bell and Ares are trying their best to make Josephine and Sean’s marriage happen. It’d be better if you don’t mention anything about being Sean’s dancing partner, Rose Loyle.”

To her, I was still her perfect, quiet daughter who was about to marry the perfect golden boy. Suddenly, the front door handle turned, and Joe walked into the room. He was wearing a crisp white dress shirt, carrying a large bouquet of fresh pink peonies in his arms. Peonies were my favorite flowers. Or rather, they used to be my favorite flowers before I realized he only bought them in bulk whenever his conscience felt guilty. "Hey, beautiful," Joe murmured, stepping over to the sofa and leaning down to kiss my cheek. His lips felt cold, like blocks of ice against my skin. A sharp wave of revulsion washed over me, but I forced my facial expression to stay completely neutral.

Joe apologized to Nick and pleaded to him that he would be careful with his words in the Future. Nick hadn't taken his words to his heart, so, he forgave him. But, this hacker named "bumblebee" was giving him a strong vibe that there was something about him that he was missing out on. He asked Joe if he could tell him more about this hacker. He said that he should tell him everything that he knows or he can find.

It looked like Cherry was yelling out her name because she was in her thoughts. I started chuckling because I saw her face. I saw her cheeks pink because she got a blush on her face. I see her neck is also red. I know she is thinking about us just a couple of minutes earlier. But then I snuck up on her. I grabbed her and put her over my shoulder. I heard her gasp. I can smell her heavenly scent. I am getting hard again. Fuck I can't get enough of this girl. I can smell her aroused. Damn it." I growled out.

She kept thanking me over and over, but I just smiled. At the counter, I swiped the black card Lucas had given me the day before. The cashier’s polite smile faltered when she saw the card — the kind only billionaires owned. I felt a strange sense of power at that moment, one I hadn’t felt in a long time. From there, we went to a spa and makeover studio. I let them handle everything — a full-body massage, facial treatments, even my hair. My dark locks were styled into soft curls with short bangs that framed my face perfectly.