Cosmo X Sprout Novels & Stories

Before Jessica could utter another desperate plea, the heavy bass of the ambient music cut out with a sharp, jarring screech. The candles flickered as a hidden ventilation system kicked into overdrive, pumping a sudden, freezing draft into the Conservatory. The hairs on Lolita’s arms stood on end. Franco stepped to the centre of the room, his glass empty, his expression shifting from a man entranced by a beautiful display of dominance back to the cold, calculating architect of the Apex Bloom.

Text messages poured in, and my phone lagged, freezing at the chat interface with Greyson. Greyson: [You're disgusting! Don't return to the Tromp family anymore! I'll tell them about your affairs!] [I feel dirty to have ever slept with you!] I wanted to explain, but I found it useless after typing a long explanation. Greyson would never believe me, so I deleted word by word. After a while, a call came in, and I subconsciously picked up. The unfamiliar male voice was extremely vulgar. "How much for one night? I've seen your photos, and I'm satisfied!"

Cory giggled. “There!” Squealed Sprout, leaping from Titan’s shoulder onto Cory’s head, a grand feat for the minuscule dweller. He leapt like a frog, springing forth with ease and landing lightly on his mark. He grabbed tiny fistfuls of Cory’s curled tresses as he settled himself in her hair. “Sprout,” said Cory indignantly. He tugged on her hair. “Ouch,” she said. “Sprout!” Said Hayden sharply.

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please— save the phoenix from crying..."

We are doomed, aren't we? Xx____xX

"You've always been this way. Once you decide on something, you have to see it through. Don't work too hard. No matter what happens, you'll always be our daughter." - Sutburg. Ronan's family ran a guesthouse, and my new shop was right beside it. While we finished the last preparations, I kept polishing the display case that had traveled so far with us. Ronan held up his hand as though he was holding a microphone. "A quick interview with Nina, owner of Springtime. Your dessert shop's grand opening is tomorrow at nine. How do you feel?" I played along, pretended to straighten my collar, and answered sternly. "I'm honored and excited, and I'll make the best tiramisu in the world!"

The clearing where Verdant had blessed them was now a tranquil haven, the air still charged with the remnants of their trials. Xienma, Xavier, and Cassie stood together, the warmth of Verdant’s approval wrapping around them like a comforting cloak. Yet, as they breathed in the fresh scent of the forest, a new energy began to stir within the glade—a gentle, yet powerful whisper that seemed to resonate from the heart of the Moonflower. Xienma instinctively turned toward the radiant bloom. The petals glimmered with a silvery light, pulsating softly in tune with her heartbeat. “Do you feel that?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The others nodded, their expressions a mixture of curio

I only stopped when I finally stopped smelling medicine in the air and bought a bottle of water from a vending machine, gulping down most of it. Even as I came to my senses, I heard the boy in my belly talking to me. [Mommy! Help! She's killing me… She's eating everything, leaving me with nothing!] Hearing that voice, I was finally sure that this wasn't a dream. It was real, and I had reincarnated. - In my last life, I was married to Zach Spencer for five years but we never had children until he told me about Tina. She was his childhood friend and a gynecologist, and she had a miraculous treatment that could induce pregnancy right away.

Telling her of these was the first step in knowing the dangers of Kósmima. “Okay. Not ordinary. Got it.”, she repeated and stuck closer to Hughes – holding his wrist. The more they went deeper into the forest, the lighter the leaves got. Selena was beaming at how the colors of the trees changed the deeper they got. Her smiling face was evident to Hughes. “We’re actually near the cherry blossomed place that I saw at the top?”, she asked, her eyes still up at the trees.

“I swear... I need to cut down on my caffeine.” "A dress to wear?" Ice echoed, recovering from her mild panic. "I'm not exactly the best person to bring for dress shopping. My style doesn't really scream formal event. But hey, if you’re looking for the best scrub suits, I’ve got recommendations." She chuckled. "How about we call Tammarah in?" she suggested. "Might as well invite the whole gang." As she spoke, she quickly typed on her phone. A notification chimed. Dokie Ice: SOS! Reya needs to shop for a dress!