Legacy Clover Blossom Novels & Stories

When I was seven, I stole a phone and called my mother's family. That was how I finally got her out of the compound where my father had kept her prisoner. When my grandfather stormed into the cellar, Mom was chained by the neck, with bloodstained whips scattered at her feet. He beat my father nearly to death. The man spent the rest of his life paralyzed and bedridden. Before Mom got into the car, she reached for me through her tears. "Evan, come with me." I grabbed the hem of her coat—and then I remembered my previous life. Back then, she had taken me with her. Her family had never accepted her for bringing home the son of the man who destroyed her life. She endured years of contempt for

Clara writes this in the developmental notebook — the third one, she started the second in January — and Valentina stands at the window and watches the jasmine building across the street do its spring thing: the first flowers opening in the specific white that is the announcement of all the white that is coming. Twenty-eight springs. The jasmine on March seventeenth for the eighth consecutive year. Ethan's dataset confirmed. Noa at the window, making her record. Jordi in the kitchen, narrating his attention at the breakfast table. Clara in the corner, writing it all down so she remembers it correctly. The family method. The second life's brief, being written in the living of it. Every spring

"What's this? Aww... It's so small and cute! Ohh, there's a flashing red spot over here." Evelyn tensed for a moment. Then, she faked a smile and pretended to sound casual. "It's just something to do with work. I need you to stick it under your dad's desk." "Sure!" She hurried up the bifurcated staircase. "Do I need to tell Dad about this?” "NO!" That unexpected shout reverberated across the living room. Clover's fingers jerked. The small gadget fell from her grip, clattering down the steps. She stood still at the landing, pinching the sides of her pants. Her eyes widened in fear.

Clover hates eating late. As six o’clock approaches, there’s another knock. Clover steps in and her top layer of clothing is gone. Shes now sleeveless in a fitted shirt and flowing pants, just clean lines. She looks unreal. My mouth actually waters. “You ready?” she asks. “Yes,” I manage. We head to the garage. I open the door for her. “Oh,” she says, smiling. “I like this car.” “It’s a BMW SUV. I know you like them.”

A familiar conversation drifted out. "Was that flower really that hard to pick?" "You bet. Moonwatch Cliff is so dangerous that even professional climbing teams wouldn’t dare go there lightly." Through the half-open door, Rhea saw Vera idly turning the briar rose in her hands. Sienna Caldwell leaned in, eyes bright with gossip. "Then he really risked his life to get it. When he delivered the flower yesterday, I think I even saw your name tattooed over his heart. He’s really planning to chase you, huh?

Clover whimpered talking out a miniature bag of marbles. “And the kindness you have brought." Olive continued, took the other side as they both opened it together. "You were the one creature that actually believed in us for the carnival." Clover admitted, placing a red love heart card where all the flowers were. "We love you." Olive and Clover grieved, holding back all their tears to look strong, walking away to Snow. Astro walked up and placed a rose and a small bowl right next to her. "I know how much you love the stars." Astro sighed,for once he wasn't using in brainiac brain and arguing if it was stars or constellation, walking off to Venus holding his arms out for a side hug as she crie

He ignored my plea, “I don't need much, just this really delicate flower, I need it for your ball.” I opened my eyes in shock, “Ball? Oh Lord,” I whispered the last part. Iff it weren't for the fact that he was willing to help me with the orb and I knew he could actually repair it, I would have taken my business elsewhere. I grabbed the picture he handed to me while he smile whirly, “It's called a Derfyle clove.” “It's a rare flower that only blooms every fifty years, so if you want your ball good as new, I suggest you get moving.” His smile was much more awkward with his beard.

Julius demanded. He had hoped for a landmark or signpost but got a different clue - Arlen was threading near a field where the Starbloom flower flourished in their numbers. That peculiar flower happened to be a treasure for one town in Cloverdale. 'Rera.' Malachai: 'What are you going to do now?' "Stop making noise; I need to think," Julius muttered. Malachai: 'Tch! What a swine...' "Aren't we all?" Julius smirked.

Then…. Delete. “Did you pay for the bag?” Clover asks. “…Yeah.” “What brand?” I tell her. Her eyes widened slightly. “Damn,” she mutters. “That wasn’t cheap.” I don’t respond. Because I know that. I remember picking it, thinking she would love it. Clover shakes her head. “It’s unfortunate,” she says, her tone softer now. “She really took your kindness for granted.” I nod faintly. “Any calls from her?”

After soothing both our families, Edward and I had just settled into the bridal suite for a moment of peace when an unexpected visitor showed up. Alfred and Becky burst in, dragging Trevin with them, and blurted out urgently, "Ms. Lawrence, Trevin just got a bit mixed up. We know we've spoiled him rotten, but deep down, he's still got eyes only for you! And… and he was trying to save someone. Can't you cut him some slack?" I was perched on Edward's hip, looking at them with a mix of amusement and contempt. "I'm a married woman, Mr. Hoffman. Are you really trying to wedge yourself into this as the homewrecker?"