Late Blossom Novels & Stories

The Blossomland had been his go-to-cure for a bad day. The wide terrains and hills and plains filled with vibrant colors of flowers, dancing along with the strong breeze—the serene sound of petals and leaves rustling—the smell of the aromatic azalea and windrose flowers—the warm kiss of mid-morning sunlight—they all had used to help Kael calm his thoughts down. But this time was different. The worst thing he could’ve had imagined was happening now.

‘How’s that possible you’re an earth plant type not the boulder type’ ivory asked as she studied the map. ‘Plants grow in the soil, so I have a thin connection with the ground while the boulder types have a thin connection with plants also’ Nara explained. Alfred opened his palms and fire appeared on it, the cave became a little hot. Smiling Natasha said ‘thanks Alfred’. Alfred nodded his head in acknowledgement. Ivory shifted away as she felt uncomfortable, she didn’t like the heat. Staring at her Alfred asked ‘how many days will it take us to reach the ice lotus’.

Her hair fanned out in the wind in layers like tentacles and blood trickled down her eyes as she spoke in nothing but echoes. "A blooming rose attracts two maidens. The scent of it shall cause the cherry blossoms to flourish and the Belladonna to wither. Love will find one and break the other. You, Alexios Rose, shall be the architect of all their undoing."

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

It was furnished with the best exterior and interior designs, giving it a fanciful look. I decided to book the hotel garden. It was so serene and surrounded by beautiful flowers. The sweet scents of rose, daisy and tulips rented the air. Colourful butterflies danced around the attractive ornaments. The fresh air and tranquility the garden gave was exactly what Granny needed. Behind us were four bodyguards while granny's nanny sat beside her. I smiled as I watched my folks talk and laugh out loud. I was glad that I was able to spend some quality time with them. It wasn't something I was always chanced to do due to my busy schedule at work.

The netizens jokingly called him a hopeless romantic, and the fans who shipped us were utterly obsessed. But one day, when he was still logged in on his WhatsApp account on the tablet, a woman sent him a message with a video. In the video, the woman was cosplaying as a bunny police officer, and her gaze was suggestive. She was sitting in a kneeling position with her legs spread apart, and both her hands were unfastening the buttons of her shirt, revealing supple skin that seemed eager to break free. "Bunny really misses Benny. I want Benny to do things to me!"

"I don't want the grape vines to die." I pitied these vines, which seemed worthless to outsiders. I pitied myself too, who seemed worthless to outsiders. At midnight, Kash sent me home. I stood in the yard for a long time. There were many flowers planted here, almost all of which Jeffrey liked. I picked these flowers in turn and packed them. The tulip was planted after Jeffrey saw the wonderful colors it had. The Daisy, representing purity and love, was brought back by Jeffrey after watching a ballet performance. The Sunflower, with its vitality, was given by Jeffrey when he went to the amusement park.

Cassia took another sip before replying, “To the woods — I need to get the Dawnfire Blossom before sunrise.” His brows lifted. “What does it look like?” “It’s a tiny flower that grows along tree roots right after the full moon,” she explained, her eyes glowing as she spoke. “It glows like fire when the first ray of sunlight hits it. It’s rare… and powerful.” She finished the last of her coffee, setting the cup down with satisfaction. “Thanks for this, I really needed it.” She turned to leave — but suddenly, a wave of dizziness slammed into her. The world tilted. Cassia staggered, gripping the edge of the table, her vision blurring.

I clenched my hands tighter as the pain in my palm seared. … I had no idea how long we walked for. The sun seemed to have climbed to its peak. I was finally allowed to remove the blindfold. Before me stretched a winding, narrow path that ended in a bottomless cave. Beside it stood a towering, ancient tree. Its scent of osmanthus drifted even from afar. The villagers said the tree had absorbed the essence of countless Blossom Brides. That was what made it so tall and fragrant. When we were thirty feet away from the cave, the procession abruptly stopped.

It was filled with rows of apothecary jars, each labeled in Leela’s neat handwriting. Thorpe stood back, watching her scan the shelves. "You keep a formidable inventory," he noted softly. "Nature doesn't always bloom when you need it to, Elder," Leela said, her voice echoing slightly in the glass room. "You have to be ready." She reached up and pulled down a jar filled with delicate, dried white flowers that looked like crumpled tissue paper. Even through the glass, they looked fragile. "Moon-Blooming Jasmine," she whispered, tracing the label. "Harvested during the last full moon. It absorbed the light when the connection to the Goddess was strongest."