Legacy Clover Blossom Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

Just an older man with silver hair and eyes like oil; slick, dark, unreadable. They called him consigliere. Advisor. Manipulator. He smiled at her like he knew everything. Including why she was here. She avoided him for the rest of the day. But that night, as she cleaned the study, she found something. A black notebook, half-buried under a pile of folders. Inside, dates. Payments. Names. Including her father’s. One name was underlined in red. "Project 5B : Initiated by A.D." She blinked. Her breath caught.

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.

Clover's brows remained furrowed. His concern shifted to confusion as he listened to Rose. He echoed her question, "Why are you in Regalia? How did you end up here?" Rose hesitated. Thinking of the recent events, her eyes filled with sadness. "Well, I came to Regalia because... Grandpa passed away." Clover paused, momentarily taken aback. He knew that Rose was Oliver's adopted granddaughter. When he had left Aquastead, he had been in a rush due to family issues, and he hadn't even had the chance to say goodbye to Rose.

Even in her dreams, she could not imagine him writing. She let out a deep breath before pushing the office door of Blossom. It had already been a week since her last visit there because she did not really have anything to do. Yesterday, she already announced that Blossom was accepting literary works from students. Maybe Kent saw the announcement, which was why he decided to submit something. “Good morning, Chief,” Clark greeted her. He was the Layout Artist of Blossom. “Clark, good afternoon.” He laughed at her answer and checked his cellphone. “It’s already twelve o’clock. Have you eaten yet?” he asked.

She was examining Stacey, and her face seems… sad. “I know you don’t want me here.” Clover uttered without taking her eyes off onto Stacey. Lucas immediately held my hand and gently squeezed it, as if helping me to calm down. “You’re wrong. We,” I pointed at Stacey. “Both don’t want you here.” I retorted coldly to Clover. “I never actually had the chance to thank her when she gave me that scholarship from Armonious.” Stacey spoke, her expression is gentle at the same time really down. I turned my gaze at Lucas, looking for some explanation why Clover has a sudden change of heart… I think.

Although they hadn't seen each other again since the ring choosing incident, Clare wasn't looking forward to another face-to-face with the stone-cold Duchess. Clare wanted to go outside and soak up some spring sun. She saw from her bedroom's window a magnificent cherry blossom that bloomed lusciously. Standing in front of the mirror, Clare fastened the last tiny gold button on her silk blouse which she matched with her knee-length skirt. Coming to Avebury, Clare found joy in wearing something loose and comfortable. It made her feel light and free. Aside from her colleagues, she did not miss her long-hour shifts in those torturious heels and tight-fitting clothes.

I started, but Layla interuppted me. "Ah, it doesn't matter. Come look! I want to show you the dresses I picked out for my Luna ceramony!" I groaned. I completely forgot that I told her I would make her Luna. But I also said if I haven't found my mate by 25 that I would. I'm 24, and I found my mate.

ENID THE PERFECT DISTRACTION Clover was on the phone when I moved from Mildred. I scratched my forehead feeling my fingers tingle from the sensation of holding her chin in a tight grip. My motive was to knock off a tooth so it could be a constant reminder of what could happen the next time she dared to cross the line. "You're late!" Clover heaved a sigh into the phone, "Remy's here with a few elders." "Five more minutes and I'm there." I cleared my throat and started towards the door.