Euphoria Bloomington Novels & Stories

Blank. Waiting. And hungry. It wants identity. It wants form. It wants everything we are. I lash out instinctively lightning ripping through the realm, trying to create boundaries, trying to push the new spark away. But the spark just absorbs it and glows brighter. “Aria, what the hell IS that?” Her presence trembles. What we’re becoming. My panic spikes. “No. NO. I didn’t sign up to be absorbed by some sparkly newborn deity ” The spark pulses in offense

The first month after I left, I went to a coastal city I had always dreamed of visiting to relax and heal. It was where I ran into my college senior, Theodore Ramsey. I didn't know anyone in the city, and my body was still weak from the abortion. That month, Theodore helped me a lot. I'd always been sensitive about feelings, and when I noticed the way he looked at me was more than just friendship, I chose to say goodbye and head to my next destination.

“You being affiliated with Bloom Beauty actually boosted sales. Like, for real. Whatever we paid you was worth it for the company.” Charlie nods, his expression softer now. “She’s right. You don’t owe us anything.” I nod back. “Thanks.” But I already know, I’m still going to make it up to them somehow. She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to spoil the hell out of Anastasia Blomqvist. She better be ready. { Anastasia } I notice the change in Bram immediately. The second he gets cleared, it’s like someone flipped a switch inside him. He went from “hot guy who casually works out” to athlete.

He is looking at her when he says it, not at the Mall. She looks back at the Mall and says nothing and lets it sit exactly where it lands. On a Thursday evening Lily takes her for drinks in Adams Morgan (a diverse, eclectic neighborhood in northwest Washington D.C., known for its international restaurants, music venues, and mix of cultures — the name comes from two elementary schools, John Quincy Adams and Thomas P. Morgan, that were among the first to integrate in D.C.), just the two of them, which Valentina suspects was Lily's idea and not Ethan's suggestion.

The other stripper before her grimaced. “Yeah, like she’d be proud you’re using her name for this job.” “Oh come on! Sex work is work!” Rose defended loudly. “How about you? What’s with Euphoria, pale girl?” She then turned to me when the latter ignored her. “She’s Cath. Am I right?” Another girl, whom I heard is Giana aka Victoria batted her eyes at me. Shyly, I nodded. “She’s young and she goes to school so she’s smart. Give it to her if she wants the name Euphoria.”

I didn't need this shit so early in the morning. "Mm... you seen the little Blossom yet?" Tyler laughed. Fuck sake. Blossom was a girl from the Blood Moon pack, her father was their former Alpha and her brother had taken over 4 years ago when he was 21. She was small, and sweet. Her hair was always tied up in a ribbon and she was always reading... or doing work. She never really spoke to anyone. I'd only ever seen her with two people. And I had to admit, I'd had a crush on her as soon as I'd laid eyes on her. But I always felt guilty in the back of my head.

How dare she play the victim when she has been the very thing she has been accusing Freya of! [I feel silly for ever feeling sympathy for her and even insulting Freya for her sake. I was wrong!] “Have you seen the videos?” Charlotte asked before telling Freya about the latest update. “Ifrit managed to make a lot of money with her account because of all the viral posts. Even influencer companies offered her a contract! “It’s looking like she’s going to be sued soon, and she’s going to have to pay them back for terminating the contract. She’s screwed!” “I’ve watched them,” Freya replied before glancing in Dominic's direction.

I pressed Mark’s number. He answered on the second ring, his voice alert. “Sir?” “Do we have anything new on Ostara Beaumont?” My tone was clipped, too sharp, but I couldn’t soften it. A pause, then the sound of typing. “No sir, just the same. Founder of Harvest Bloom, German descent, got a daughter and family in the States.” I closed my eyes. The ache in my chest deepened.

I responded, concluding the last statement with a laugh. "What do you think about her attitude? She acted so rudely to people in the morning. I was wowed." Jamie said in a whisper as we resumed our walk to the food truck. The food truck was a mini-sized one with Mytip Times boldly printed on it. Mytip Times was a body lotion making company. I was about to reply her when I saw Nadia sitting beside the food truck on her chair while her bodyguard stood stonily behind her, looking ahead of him. There was a woman holding a small, rechargeable fan to Nadia's face.

After two days, they all came back after having a few meetings with Mr. Vim. He wasn't in a mood to agree with them and give the contract back to them. Jung-Hoon was so stressed in those days, which was making Syanja worried about him. One thing that Syanja noticed those days was that Jung-Hoon is the most passionate about his work and family. She didn't know about what was going on with them all. All she knew was they were having some crises in business. Syanja let out a sigh as she completed her work and a small smile curved on her lips when she remembered that was her last file and now she could spend some time with Jung-Hoon. "Finally, after two days, I am going to spend some time with y