Late Blossom Novels & Stories

“Let’s talk about bouquets. I want white roses. With eucalyptus. Maybe a few lilacs if they're in season.” Tessa raises a brow. “You’re really leaning into this whole ethereal Luna vibe.” I smile down at the page, my chest buzzing with warmth. “I am going to be Luna soon. Wow, that's weird to say outloud.” “Just as weird to know you won't be with me anymore,” Tessa says.

ROSALINE "He was so sweet and I don't even know what else to say anymore," I sighed as I played with the lipstick in my hand while I stared at my love struck face in the mirror. I felt like a fool in love. "So this is love," Lisa sang from the phone and I rolled my eyes. "Use your brain," I said and she chortled. "I do not appreciate you speaking of a dangerous man as if he is some prince charming," Blaze voice boomed.

Amidst the roses, graceful lilies stood tall, their pure white blossoms exuding elegance and serenity. As they strolled along winding paths lined with manicured hedges, they discovered a kaleidoscope of blossoms at every turn. The air was filled with the intoxicating fragrance of lavender and jasmine, inviting them to pause and breathe in their therapeutic scents. Bees danced from flower to flower, their delicate wings humming in synchrony with nature's melody.

A reminder that it had been already three years since she moved into the manor, since she became Ayla Chevalier. Usually, a night-blooming cereus that had been carefully groomed would need another year or two before giving its first flower, that was what Lyra said. However, this plant was special, Ayla had always felt a strong spiritual energy emanating from it. And that night, apparently, it’d bloom for the first time. It was extremely important for her to be back before sunset. *** She met her friend halfway to the city walls. “You look exhausted.” Estée pointed out. “Ironic, since you rarely go out for missions.”

Kaden said looking at Rose and she nodded. "No, I talked to Carrie she understood what happened," I said and Rose smiled, "I have a second job, I recently started. They wouldn't be happy that I missed two days of work. I have to get to work tomorrow" I rose my eyebrows understanding. "Lay low man, Rose, I called the house mom and told her we got into some trouble. She gave you tomorrow off" Rose smiled. "I'll drop you guys," I said walking towards the couch. "Lily" I called putting my hand out for her to take. She stood up from the couch taking my hand.

Seeing his smug expression, Lily felt like making things difficult for him. “Mr. Corden, since you’re so fixed on repaying me… Have you ever heard of the perfume ‘Blossom’? I’m not interested in money or anything else, just this particular perfume. Do you think you could get me one?” Lily asked, smiling slyly. “Blossom?” Mike clarified, worried that he might have misheard her. “Yeah,” Lily nodded. “Since it’s getting late, I’ll be leaving. Goodbye.” She gave him a polite nod and left. Lisa came up behind her, “Lily, wait up! I’m coming with you too!”

I breathed. "A sign of hope," Sebastian murmured, stepping closer to examine the rare bloom. "Moon Roses only appear at moments of cosmic significance. They haven't been seen since the fall of the Royal kingdoms." The silvery-blue flower continued to grow before our eyes, unfurling delicate petals that seemed to capture and reflect the light in an almost impossible way. As it reached full bloom, a subtle fragrance filled the room, clean and pure, like the first breath of air after a cleansing rain.

the woman asked in a confused tone. “No ma'am you've done nothing wrong. I'm looking for a particular type of rose, the white rose specifically. Do you have them in your collection.” Jones asked looking serious. The woman noticed the sudden change in his countenance while he asked this question. As she delayed a bit before finally giving her response. "Yes detective, I had only two plants and I sold them two weeks ago" “May I ask who you sold them to” Detective Jones replied. “It was a young woman in her twenties, she looked rich and was extremely beautiful, she really looked like my late daughter. I think she said something about gifting it to a friend” the woman replied with confidence.

Celeste's POV “Oh,” Hores said, and fetched an object from a small satchel buckled to his chest. “I also brought you what you requested.” I glanced at Vanessa. She was panting fast. “What…oh no,” she groaned. “Van, are you okay?” I asked, and she nodded slowly. I don't know why I believed her. He pulled from the air a tiny, shimmering flower, whose petals sparkled as if they had been plucked from moonlight itself. “Moonshade Blossom. Quite rare.”

Thea looked at the arrangement with growing confusion and nervously reminded him, "Theodore, these blossoms carry specific biological messages. I fear they are inappropriate for a territorial parley." Theo tilted his head, feigning the innocence of a young pup. "Oh? Do you speak the language of the flora, sister?" "The Platycodon grandiflorus signifies eternal devotion—the long wait for a mate. And lavender... its message is one of yearning." Theo nodded slowly, as if absorbing a new hunting technique. "So that's how it was." No matter how much Thea tried to explain, Theo would just let it go in one ear and out the other.