Jason Blossom Novels & Stories

She was dressed in hunting gear men wore ingreece centuries ago. "My name is Artemis, one of three moon goddesses." She said, as Dr. Botan appeared. "You've got my message?" "I did, it's a bit unusual are you sure about this?" "As long as the people responsible die." "This will make you happy, Queen Emiko?" "It will, reset the timeline." Artemis nodded and we were surrounded by a blinding light and then darknesss. Artemis POV

But the way Grayson looks at me strips down every wall I've put up instantly. When I walked outside, Grayson was leaning casually against the side of the greenhouse, holding the stem of a brilliant yellow flower. I narrow my eyes at him as I wander closer. "Good evening," he greets, holding the flower out that I can't identify toward me, which I assume is something native to the tropical climate here. Taking hold of it, I give him a soft smile of appreciation. Someone is trying a little hard. Grayson links around his arm around mine. "I wanted to talk to you."

- I spoke gently, my heart aching with longing as i stroked Dean's arms. "Selene." I paused, that same deep,annoying voice that i had once adored - Why the hell was he here?! I turned around, facing Jason with a rather uncanny calm. He stood there,draped in an exquisite white suit. His dark neatly,combed hair falling backwards in a sleek style and he held a large bouquet of flowers in his arm with the other arm tucked away in his pocket. "Why are you here?"

I opened my mouth to decline, already searching for a plausible excuse, when an arm wrapped around my waist from behind. "Sorry to keep you waiting, babe," a familiar voice said smoothly. "I had to pick up your congratulatory flowers." I turned, and my breath caught in my throat. Jason stood there holding a bouquet of primrose flowers. He was wearing a perfectly tailored black suit that made him look devastatingly handsome, and he was grinning at me with that dimpled smile that made my heart do complicated things. "Jason," I breathed, his name coming out more like a sigh than actual speech.

I knocked again—louder. Still nothing. Then, just as I was about to turn away, the door creaked open. Beverly stood there in a threadbare hoodie and socks, her eyes red like she hadn’t slept either. Her expression faltered when she saw me—confusion, recognition, and a flicker of something else. Worry, maybe. Or fear. “Jasmine?” she said, like she didn’t trust her own voice. “I need to talk to you,” I said. “Please.”

“I'm neither in the mood nor do I have the patience to listen to whatever bullshit you have to put in.” “Oh, I’m not mocking,” she said, tilting her head. “Just observing. You trained her, what, her whole life? And yet she still can’t get him out of Sienna’s arms. Maybe the bond isn’t as strong as you thought. Maybe you underestimated just how deep Damon’s obsession with that Omega really runs. Or maybe you overestimated how charming your daughter might be.” Her words sliced deep, and she knew it. I set my glass down and stood from the chair.

"You had a miscarriage and a severe allergic reaction, and he didn't even show up! I always knew that illegitimate son had no manners. Why does my poor daughter have to suffer like this? "And that Willow—how did we never see it before? That girl's heart is as black as coal!" Her lips quivered as she spoke, and she looked like she was about to burst into tears again. My throat was hoarse, but I forced myself to comfort her. Maybe because I'd finally let go of loving him, I even managed a smile. "I'm okay, Mom. I'm getting engaged to Thomas now. Whether Zachary shows up or not doesn't matter anymore.

ROSALINE: “Now she doesn't remember you. We didn't tell her anything about what you did to her. It was her request not to tell her anything that was not worth for her to know. Now tell me when are you coming here? You can't meet at home. You know, your Dad is still mad at you. Select a date, location and a time. Then let me know.” JASON: “I'm coming right away. I will send you the time and location once I reach there.” ROSALINE: “I have one more thing to tell you.” JASON: “What is it?” ROSALINE: “You have a beautiful daughter too.” JASON: “Really!” Jason’s voice was filled with affection. ROSALINE: “Yeah, she's like another little Rabbit like Aurelia.” Tears rolled down from Jason’s eyes hea

"Something came up at work. Wait for me at home, I'll be back early." I didn't call him out on it. After he left, I accepted Mabel's friend request. Her latest post was a photo of a sea of roses with the caption. "My love planted my favorite roses with his own hands." My chest tightened. So, even the roses weren't planted for me. Before we got married, he had promised to give me a field of roses all my own. But he was always busy, and I'd never brought it up again. He suddenly prepared a sea of roses because someone else wanted it.

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.