Legacy Clover Blossom Novels & Stories

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.

“It’s been a hundred years.” “I know it’s stupid but I’m your lucky clover.” She poked my arm with a sad smile. I used to call her that as a joke when we were younger and I fancied her. Things changed. “You haven’t been my lucky clover for the last century. You’re just Clover now.” “A little bit of empathy would go a long way, Valens. Take this advice from a woman. We don’t want you driving away your mate before our curse is fully broken.”

Atta boy, I will be sure to give you Scooby snacks for being such a good husband to my friend dear Gian. “What is going on here?” I asked angrily, making her flinch, she knows I can be a bit insane sometimes, I have once poured filthy water on her once when she beat Clover up after she filed for divorce. “You... what are you?” she stutters as she sees me. Clover was married once, when she was still young, she fell for that fool hiding behind his mother, Corner and they married. But his family treated her like filth and her not giving birth made her life even worse.

She no longer had to worry about Carol and Zoey or fret over Carol feeling upset by all the gossip. Though her days were physically demanding, she and Clover were incredibly happy. Clover grew in the blink of an eye, transforming into a chubby, lovable little bundle of joy. Pierre also doted on Clover, often buying her clothes, baby food, and toys. Calla knew these were all expensive imported goods. But Calla felt obliged to accept them since they were gifts from Clover's godfather. When Clover turned six months old, Calla made the tough decision to wean her. That day, Clover cried loudly in the room, but Calla steeled herself and didn't go to her.

"Alright, my love. I'm heading home. I'll come again next year." Time moved on. Five years later, Chandler and I were still going strong, and our daughter had been born. Now, in front of my grandmother's grave, there was another tiny voice babbling happily. I lifted my daughter into my arms and guided her little hand to touch the tombstone. "Grandma, this is our daughter. Her name is Ann. Isn't she precious? She'll grow up safe and happy, just like me." As Ann Clarke's fingers brushed the stone, a butterfly drifted down and landed right on her hand. She let out a bright little giggle.

Vivian sat alone in the shadowed corner of the bar, watching strangers drift beneath the amber glow of the lights. She could not believe she had actually fallen for a rumor. “The real reason the Hayes and Carter families postponed the wedding? Sebastian’s ex was kidnapped. He’d rather call off the marriage than leave her to die.” One reckless sentence was all it took for her to book the first flight to Harbor City. Sebastian was the untouchable heir everyone admired—a fixture on the covers of financial magazines and the polished businessman delivering keynote speeches at charity galas. What could a man like him possibly be doing in a place like this? Vivian shook her head, set down her g