Evermore Blooms Novels & Stories

Thomas' sudden appearance cut off Zachary's attempts to pester me. Willow hurriedly chimed in, "Mr. Hilton, I know you and Eve grew up together, and I understand you want to protect her but you can't say things like that. "What if your future wife hears and misunderstands?" As she spoke, she walked up beside me and hooked her arm through mine with fake warmth, giving me a tacky smile. "Eve, today is Mr. Hilton's engagement party. If you have issues, let's deal with them when you go back later. No need to make things awkward for Zachary in front of everyone."

Wyatt’s injuries had not yet healed. The doctor repeatedly warned him to rest, yet he insisted on being discharged early. He spent hundreds of millions setting up a romantic setup at the most luxurious rose estate in Blackridge. The grounds were blanketed with Juliet roses flown in from France, each bloom personally selected by him. The orchestra’s program was finalized after three sleepless nights. The fireworks were custom-designed to form a starry sky pattern that Vera loved and would burst at the most romantic moment, spelling out her name.

In her hand, is a gorgeous bouquet with flowers so beautiful you can’t look away. Gasps litter the room as everyone takes in the flowers. I look around confused at the reaction. “Oh my God, these flowers are from ‘Ivy’s Blooms’!” A girl runs towards the woman and hovers over them. When she turns to look back at me, her expression has changed from contempt to awe. “These flowers are infused with a certain kind of magic and they never die. They always stay fresh. Ivy’s Blooms only creates a handful of bouquets each year and only the elite of the elite folks are able to get their hands on this. Normal people can’t even walk in their shop!”

Amidst the vibrant colors and sweet fragrances of her blossoming business, she found solace and purpose, pouring her heart into every petal and stem she arranged. One sunny afternoon, in the heart of spring, Evelyn stood amidst a sea of blooms in her flagship store, her hands deftly arranging a bouquet of delicate roses. The soft sunlight filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room, as the gentle hum of bustling customers filled the air. As she carefully placed the final rose into the arrangement, Evelyn couldn't shake the feeling of nostalgia that washed over her. Memories of the gala and the choices she had made lingered at the edges of her mind, a bittersweet reminder

The sorting happened young, around the first shift, when the body declared itself and the Circle elders came to look and wrote down what they saw. I had been twelve when they came to look at me. I remembered the elder's face when the reading was done. Not surprise exactly. Something more like recognition, the expression of someone confirming a thing they had already suspected. She had written Silver Dawn in her ledger without ceremony and looked at my mother and my mother had nodded once, the way she nodded when something was settled, and that had been that. What Silver Dawn could do was this: become unremarkable.

(Third Person’s POV) In a luxurious restaurant, a beautiful lady is silently sipping her tea while glancing at the scenery outside. It’s already spring and the flowers are slowly blossoming. The trees sway elegantly to the breeze of the wind, making the scenery harmonious to look at. This tranquillity was interrupted when a young handsome man took a seat in front, blocking the great view. The lady blinked her eyes twice and looked at the man sitting in front. “Oh, you’re here, President Lu.”

The Del Fuego estate had always been a place of quiet beauty—vineyards stretching across the hills, the scent of ripe grapes in the air, and the soft hum of life unfolding in rhythm with the seasons. But inside the mansion, tucked away in a sunlit corner of the nursery, something else was blooming.

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.

The Night-Blooming Garden was the most beautiful and popular place in the Cloud City. More than a garden, it would be more appropriate to describe it as a forest, but as it was located in the heart of the city and a long road crossed it, many would go there, especially at night, when the most beautiful flowers would open with the beginning of each season.

Chapter sixteen: A new dawn Late summer sunshine gilded the facade of Montrose Hall as Isabelle Montrose stepped into the grand gallery annex, her breath catching at the sight before her. Rows of mahogany easels displayed her charcoal and watercolor drawings—renderings of flickering embers, twisting serpents, interlaced keys, and the silver blue flame she and Alexander had kindled in Saint Brigid’s crypt. Each piece was accompanied by a brief inscription in flowing Latin and English, celebrating the Ember Circle’s rebirth in truth.