Cherry Blossoms After Winter: Volume 1 Novels & Stories

His words ripped my heart open like a sharp blade, leaving me embarrassed. They were about to come out, so I quickly hid in the fire escape. After everyone left, I retrieved the crochet bouquet from the trash can. Greyson, who suddenly returned, bumped into me. A look of awkwardness appeared in his eyes. "Nicola, I forgot to take the flowers." I dodged his outstretched hand. "The bouquet you have is fine. You don't need this one." My gaze fell on the red roses in his arms. He was taken aback, followed by annoyance at being exposed. "Why are you making a fuss? I told you I left them behind! And these red roses are much prettier than your stupid flower! Elise is prettier than you and better th

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.

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

"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.