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POINT YOUR SWORD TO ME CHAPTER 27: A Lovey-Dovey Fight When night came, Lixien stared into the vase which had the withered flower in it previously. As of now, it was changed into a beautiful, new flower which one couldn’t pinpoint that it was actually changed.

Mila cried again and the flower halted again. Mila plucked it and waited for it either shrivel up or blossom again. But nothing happened. Neither did the flower shrivel nor did it blossom again. And she knew it magic at its core. The bloom would blossom only when the flower in her hand would die, and it won’t die unless the flower in her hand was used.

For like a flower, she was going to wither away soon. He had to tell her before the petals shrank and fell and became one with the earth again. * * * A/N : Ah, I enjoyed writing this chapter so much haha! Tell me whether you liked it or not or what you expected, I would love to hear your thoughts xx.

Gabriel smirked at me to lighten the mood but I frowned. "Come on, it is okay." He embraced me and it is something I needed right now as I hold him closer to me ignoring how sweaty and sticky he was. I felt safe and calm with him like he made all the problems and fears disappear. "I didn't know you brought me a flower, a rose at that. Pretty creative of you." Gabriel pulled away and walked to the trampled flower on the ground. "So much for winning back a man's heart." I teased. "Guess it worked for you."

I beamed up to him, enjoying the good energy that was floating through the air. "So when is it supposed to bloom?" He asked, looking back to the flower. "Today actually! Isn't that amazing?" I said in awe. "I know My mother would have wanted to see this." I gazed longingly at my growth before me. "I Know she would have too Lilith, your mother was a beautiful human Soul." He spoke graciously of her, giving me the hope I needed to know I was One of the good guys. Seconds later From the side of my eye I could see the flower start to move gradually, opening up its beautiful petals so we could see it's insides. Turning at a rapid speed, My hands balled up in excitement an I smiled so huge, my che

His emotions tangled into a knot, and when he thought about the past, panic crawled up his spine. After all, Madeline had stood by him through his darkest days. … When Madeline came in to get a glass of water, she noticed something had changed in the living room. Flower petals were scattered across the floor, and a candlelit dinner for two sat waiting on the table. The sight felt almost laughable. She didn't need grand gestures anymore. What was the point of putting on a show like this? Madeline's brows furrowed. Then, she raised a hand to cover her mouth and nose.

Flora Amor felt like she was floating on clouds as she walked toward her first class that morning. She didn’t even notice the students she passed by, most of them glued to their smartphones. She glanced at the construction site beside their building. Dixal hadn’t called her yet—maybe he wasn’t there.

Something's coming. She hit send. Put the phone down. Looked up. The mirror crack had grown. A web now. Spreading outward like ice. Her reflection blinked again — delayed. This time, Aria didn't blink at all. The flowers shifted gently, as if reacting to the thought she hadn't spoken. The air felt electric. Alive. Not fear. Not quite. Anticipation. The whisper came again. This time, it was clear. One word. Right into her bones. "Bloom."

“Come on, chef boy. Let’s go check on that mango habanero aioli before you burn it like last time.” “Don’t talk about my aioli like that,” Rocky huffed, following him inside. Alone, Minnie leaned back into her chair, letting the sea air brush her skin. For the first time since the night of the dinner disaster, she let herself exhale. The water glistened. Her mimosa sparkled. She felt… not okay, but breathing. Still, something made her spine prickle. A tickle in the air. Like being watched. Then— A bouquet of sunflowers landed on the table in front of her.

And in the east garden, the bare canes of the climbing rose rested against the stone wall and waited for June with the patient and unhurried certainty of a thing that knew exactly what it was going to become. She closed her eyes. She slept. End of Chapter Fifteen.