Cheryl Blossom Pov Novels & Stories

Chelsie's POV Jamie and I woke up very early the next morning to prepare for the day's work. Glen Motion Pictures had texted us the location for the shooting of the movie. All we had to do was to get prepared and go to the location. The location was at a hotel. "I still can't believe that I'm going to finally set my eyes on Nadia Grayson." Jamie giggled excitedly in the cab taking us to the location. "Lucky you." I responded with indifference.

The pulse beneath her skin surged like electricity. A whisper tickled her ear. Not a sound. Just a pressure in her bones. Bloom. She ripped her hand back like it burned. Her phone buzzed, the vibration a violent shock in the quiet room. Jules: Still feeling it? Aria: Worse. Two more petals bloomed. It’s changing again. Jules: Meet at the market. Let’s see if anyone else’s reacting. Niko’s already there. She hesitated, then typed: Aria: On my way.

They kissed with abandon, like lovers seizing their final moments before the apocalypse. I watched the soap opera scene play out in front of me, my stomach churning. Everyone in town knew Trevin was my Achilles' heel. For him, I, the pampered heiress who never lifted a finger, awkwardly took up cooking, bending over backward to please him. I even endured the punishment from my furious granddad, all to be his bride. I poured my heart out to Trevin, never expecting to be repaid with betrayal. "Yara, are you blind? You're just standing there like a statue," Trevin snapped, his eyes brimming with annoyance.

- she assured. - OK, I get it.- answered Joo Chan.- And I'm glad I don't have to worry about some scandal later.- he added after a moment. - At the moment, the only thing I want to focus on is putting the "Cherry Blossom Reaper" in prison. I doubt I'll have a head for romance until I catch him.- Soo Min sighed and finished the rest of coffee from her paper cup, then crushed it and tossed into the garbage can standing in the corner of the room.- That's why I'm going back to work. Thanks for the talk, sunbae.- she patted lightly on his shoulder and walked to the door, wanting to leave.

Cheryl says without looking at me, her voice teasing but laced with a nervous edge. I smirk. “Can’t help it. You’re... different.” She stops in her tracks, turning to face me, her eyes searching mine. “Different how?” I take a step closer to her, my breath hitching. “Everything. The way you move, the way you see things. It's like you’re... evolving.” Cheryl frowns, her brow furrowing. “Evolving?” I nod, reaching out to brush a stray hair behind her ear. “You’ve got power, Cher. Real power. Not just physical—though that’s clearly part of it—but something deeper. Like you’re tapping into something ancient, something primal.”

"You called me boring, Lyle. You told your little mistress that I was pathetic. You threw me out onto the pavement with nothing but the clothes on my back, leaving me penniless because you thought I was nothing more than a trophy you could trade in for a 'better model'." Krista appeared from the crowd, her face flushed with anger. She marched over to stand beside Lyle. "Lyle, what are you doing talking to this bitch?" I didn't even look at Krista. I kept my gaze fixed on my ex – husband, stepping directly into his personal space. The sheer, terrifying aura of the woman who had conquered the Apex Bloom completely overwhelmed him.

she says, "is to do it imperfectly with people you want to be with when the year turns. The choking is part of it." He looks at her. Then at the grapes. Then back at her. "Okay," he says. "No practice." They watch the countdown from her balcony — the too-small one, the exactly-right one — with Rosa, who came for dinner and is staying for midnight because Valentina asked and Rosa said yes without the pause she usually gives to invitations.

" She held me close, way too close. So close that I could hear a strange buzzing vibration coming from her body. The words I overheard in the restroom echoed in my ears. "Keep it in you, Willow. We're doing this again if it slips out." In an instant, I realized where that buzzing came from. I shoved Willow away and started gagging. Zachary noticed something was wrong and leaned in before tenderly asking me what was going on. He looked at me with concern, one hand gently rubbing my back while the other reaching into his pocket, fiddling with something. His hand was dry and warm, but it felt like a cold, venomous snake slithering across my back while flicking its tongue.

Vernon had returned, looking exhausted. He was even holding a bouquet of fresh flowers. He walked toward me with no trace of guilt or remorse. "Avril, I brought you your favorite roses." Red roses represented sincere and passionate love. Right now, those flowers looked like a joke in Vernon's hands. I accepted the roses. Thinking that I was no longer angry, Vernon began to explain. "It's Peggy Cahill. She's been diagnosed with bone cancer. All she wants is to marry me.

The kind of evening that had no idea. Chandler had both elbows on the table, looking at something down the block. Not performing casual. Actually relaxed, taking up exactly the space he always did. I took a sip. Honey and lavender, something floral and cold and a little unexpected, sweet without being too much. I took another sip. “Well?” he said, not looking at me. “It’s good,” I said. The corner of his mouth moved. He looked back at the street. My shoulders came down a little. I hadn’t noticed they’d been up.