Lirik Star Blossom Novels & Stories

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

She had to listen to him without looking at him. “I would, except I don’t know where the beginning really is.” He chuckled. “Have you heard the term star dust?” “Yes,” Kristen replied as she looked up and could see him there with her, but it was like he wasn’t right there in front of her either. “Aren’t we all made up of star dust?” “No.” He replied. “Some of us are more than just that.” “I don’t understand.” She replied as she looked back at the picture in her lap. “Why do I feel so different with this one picture?”

Heather tilted her head. “Sure!..” Rosemary then waved at a maid and asked for an orange juice. “Thank you..” “What about you Nick?” “I’ll have an orange juice too, thank you..” Rosemary once again called the attention of the maid and asked for another glass of orange juice. Heather and Nicholas took their seats though not close to each other. Rosemary and Diana observed the two, trying not to make it obvious. “Alright! You’re next Lucas..” Philip handed the microphone to Lucas then sat beside Rosemary in the loveseat. “Nick.. Heather.. You both prepare your songs too!”

I told myself this was tactically interesting and nothing else. By day seven I had stopped telling myself that. On day eight Ruby brought oats with strawberries arranged on top with a care that was its own form of hostility, and stood watching me from the doorway while I considered the tray with the expression of someone who was genuinely sorry to cause inconvenience. "I'm so sorry," I said warmly. "Strawberries give me hives. And the oats look like they've been waiting a while. I don't want to trouble you with something I won't be able to eat."

Another face bored into my eyes, and my lips parted, refusing to release another breath. It was Blossom, standing beside him, silver hair gleaming. Her innocent smile beamed. Blossom? What was she doing here? At a time like this? “Sovia?” Janova called out again, but his voice seemed to fade inside my head. “Hi, you must be Lady Sovia of the Moonshade Pack. I’m Blossom.” Indeed, it was her. How could I possibly miss that innocent smile? The same smile that had towered over my lifeless body as I drew my last breath after Janova ripped out my heart.

“Whoever put this here is bathed in the moonveil blossom.” It was the one Eros had brought in before he was informed of… My rage cleared long enough to answer, “My brother. He was bringing it to her.” The man bent his head, sniffing the flower before shaking his head. I lost my patience there and then. “What is a moonveil blossom and what does it have to do with anything?!” Looking away from the flower, he gave me his attention. “Whatever you think is the reality, isn’t the truth. Your brother lies to you.”

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!"

*Gemini* Blossom sings quietly to herself through tears and sniffles, occasionally hitting against the metal cage wall like she just can’t handle the confined space anymore. I wish there was something I could say or do to let her know it will all be okay, but truth be told, I’m not sure I’d buy that line if someone fed it to me. So instead I choose to distract her. “How long have you been in here, Blossom?” I whisper. Her singing stops, and I hear her as she shuffles closer.

Spreading outward like ice. Her reflection flickered again — delayed. This time, Aria didn’t blink at all. The flowers shifted gently, as if reacting to the thought she hadn’t spoken. The air felt electric. Alive. Not fear. Not quite. Anticipation. The whisper came again. This time, it was clear. One word. Right into her bones. “Bloom.”

Once outside, Flora Amor greeted everyone with a radiant smile. Camera flashes erupted from every direction as she stepped onto the peach carpet. She waited for her mother, then slipped her arm through hers, and together they walked down the aisle. Whispers followed them, but Flora Amor searched for only one face. Another song filled the air—LOVE OF MY LIFE by Jim Brickman. She felt weightless, as if floating. The lyrics seemed to be Dixal’s unspoken vow, sung straight from his heart. When she looked at him, he was staring back, unmoving. She caught him bowing his head, discreetly wiping away a tear.