Novelas y relatos de Cherry Blossoms After Winter: Volume 1

Sutburg was filled with flowers in spring, petals flying toward us in the wind, pink, white, and many other colors. Some flowers landed on my shoulder, and I thought to myself that I had made it through winter. And finally, my spring was here.

It moved farther and farther from the cemetery on the hillside, and farther away from all the love and hatred buried beneath Sicily's soil. Daisy leaned against Caleb's shoulder and looked out the window. The hillsides were covered in blooming irises. The warm breeze never felt better. Her new life had only just begun.

Exhaustion took over my body as I closed my eyes fell asleep. Opening my eyes, I realized that dusk has already fallen as the sight in front of my eyes was truly breathtaking. The white colored curtains flew as the wind coming from the window pushed them apart. The stars shone ever so brightly that one could get lost just by counting them. The moon yet again displayed its beauty successfully as it could lure everyone in, and upon my skin, I felt the sweet kiss of the wind which caused shivers to run down my spine. I removed the duvet off me and placed my feet upon the floor as I turned on my heels and marched my way back to the room which I called mine. I made my way inside and closed the do

My fangs chatter involuntarily. "It's much colder now," I whisper to the empty air, shivering violently. My grip tightens on the railing as if it's the only thing keeping me tethered to earth. The exhaustion must be playing tricks on me. That's all. I just need to catch my breath, steady these wild thoughts, and return to my duties. I turn back toward the garden, seeking comfort in familiar things. The winter roses, stripped bare and honest, usually soothe me. In their stark beauty, I find truth—the promise that spring always returns, that death is not the end but transformation.

As they continued to talk, I felt like I was witnessing something beautiful unfold. The way they looked at each other, their genuine interest in each other, it was like watching the first buds of spring push through the snow. As their conversation deepened, their gazes grew so intense that I felt like I was intruding on a private moment. A mischievous idea popped into my head. "You know," I said, breaking into their conversation, "I could excuse myself for a few minutes if you two want some time alone." I said, standing up. Bree's cheeks blushed a delightful shade of pink. "Oh, come on," she said, trying to sound casual. "You're not going anywhere." She protested weakly.

⚠️ Content Warning: This chapter contains sexually explicit content, emotional vulnerability, and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised. (Romantic, consensual intimacy between adults with strong emotional connection.) The villa smelled like roses, white tea, and Kevin’s garlic herb-crusted salmon. Candles flickered softly across the room, casting golden light on the walls and the two plates of untouched food on the table. Minnie stood in the middle of it all—hair curled, lips painted a deep berry red, and navy blue lace hugging every inch of her curves. The silky robe barely covered her thighs, and her bare feet padded quietly across the floor as she checked the clock again.

Wait… bonds with an S? As the weight of her presence faded, a single snowflake appeared in front of me. It had a different shape from the one in the temple. But it also had it’s own glow. The snowflake floated towards me and went into my mouth, down to my lungs. I felt the sharp edge of the cold snowflake, and then it dissipated, energizing my body like a cold winter’s embrace. The feeling faded, and suddenly, I was back. The cold night air slammed into me as I coughed violently, choking on water. My body trembled, the pebbly shore pressing against my back.

"Someone's dying, and he's vomiting blood!" "Call an ambulance—now!" Screams erupted from the crowd as guests recoiled in horror, scrambling backward to avoid the ominous scene. Charlie quickly pulled me behind him and shielded me with his tall frame from the panicked crowd and filth. The moment Adrian collapsed and began vomiting blood, all color drained from Emily's face. She took two involuntary steps back. As if suddenly remembering something, she turned and slipped away. I watched her guilty, frantic retreat, and the pieces clicked into place. She was even more vicious and foolish than I had imagined.

Unfortunately, the happy times were long behind them. Cassiopeia took out the pictures and tore off Lucas's figure from each one of them before throwing them into the trash can. Anya and she were the only ones that remained. Halfway through packing, she caught the whiff of a repulsive smell. She frowned instinctively. When she went to open the door, the smell grew sharper. When she had taken a few steps forward, she was hit with a heavy wave of nausea and almost lost her balance. She staggered a few steps before planting herself against the wall. Her head felt like mud.

asked Fetyr. “Phlareus was an immortal phoenix, so it was Glaceus who died. But in every reincarnation of the Winter Goddess, she will always find her way to the heart of her love.” Raeherys found himself dazing off at the fireplace once again. He had trouble listening as his thoughts lingered on Larice. He could not believe she still pushed him away after saving her many times. And being on the same table with this chronicler, the man who always stayed close with her, had made Raeherys more upset.