Love In Bloom Novels & Stories

Vernon had returned, looking exhausted. He was even holding a bouquet of fresh flowers. He walked toward me with no trace of guilt or remorse. "Avril, I brought you your favorite roses." Red roses represented sincere and passionate love. Right now, those flowers looked like a joke in Vernon's hands. I accepted the roses. Thinking that I was no longer angry, Vernon began to explain. "It's Peggy Cahill. She's been diagnosed with bone cancer. All she wants is to marry me.

I always thought I was good at reading people but Mira had this way of speaking only with her words, never her eyes, now they were always distant, hidden. "Thank you, it's a lovely gift." Love says as she extends her hands and I step forward letting the pot slip into her hands, our fingers touch just so slightly and for far too short. "Would you like to come in?" She asks. I nod, clearing my throat as I step over the threshold, and enter her space. "I’d like that, yeah," I say, my voice steady despite the nervous flutter in my chest. "You remember my friend, Tamara, she is here helping us with the move." Love says as he sets the orchid down on the kitchen island.

The flowers had withered, seemingly gone to sleep, with no telling when—or if—they would bloom again. They had been Roxanne’s mother’s favorite flowers, carefully tended by Roxanne after her passing. But now Roxanne was gone too, and as if sensing her absence, the blooms had faded, wilting even in the height of spring. Charles wiped a tear from his face. "I failed Roxy. I failed her mother, and I failed her. Nathan, I’ve been such a fool. I promised her mother I would take care of her, love her, and protect her. But I broke that promise. Do you think I’ll face retribution for this?

I wrap my arms around her tightly, pulling her close as she buries her face into my chest. We stay like that, with me rocking our bodies gently and breathing each other’s scent. Thanks to the Moon goddess that the strange scent from this morning isn’t on her anymore. My wolf finally settles. “I’m sorry,” she whispers against my chest. My eyes shut, and my chin rests against her head. “I love you,” I confess. “I love you so much, Bloom.” Right now, that’s the only thing I know for sure, and I hope and pray that I’m not loving blindly as Julian suggested.

Bowie POV My eyes shot open. The water was still falling around us, steam curling through the air, and Wesley was looking at me like he had just handed me the most fragile part of himself. "Wesley." His name came out barely a whisper. "I love you, Bowie." He said it again, stronger this time, like a weight had been lifted off his chest. “I have been trying to say it for weeks. I couldn't… I didn't know how. But I love you. I'm in love with you."

The garden has no end; it flows into forests and fields and cities, white flowers blooming wherever someone chooses kindness. ‎ ‎I am the bloom. ‎ ‎Rex is the root. ‎ ‎We are the reason every choice feels like returning to something true. ‎ ‎The people live as choice in motion. ‎ ‎They choose love by doing it. ‎ ‎Every day. ‎ ‎In small ways. ‎ ‎In large ways. ‎ ‎In the way they listen when words are hard. ‎ ‎In the way they forgive when wounds are fresh. ‎ ‎In the way they stay when leaving calls.

Xylia asked as she lay it across her lap. “You will find out from your mother. If I don’t tell you.” Ehlark looked into her eyes and could feel himself getting lost in them. “The legend tells…” The woman who is gifted the Lilith Lotus flower will find her love. When it blooms, it will show her the way to her one true love. That love will hold her heart. It will only bloom when that love is true. If that love is false, the bloom with wilt and dies. The woman will never find love again. This woman has a choice of loves and has to pick the true love; the flower will help by blooming when her love is with her.

Her reflection looked back at her like it knew something she didn’t. Aria swallowed hard. “What is this?” she whispered. Selene tilted her head. “It’s you.” “No, it’s not.” “Yes,” Selene said, softer this time. “It’s who you’re becoming.” “Each bloom… it’s tied to someone, isn’t it?” “Tied to who you’ll need to become.” Aria stared at the mirror again. Ten or more blooms. Ten or more lovers. Ten or more pieces of herself scattered across people she hadn’t even met yet. She didn’t know that, not fully, not yet. But part of her felt it. A gravity pulling her toward something inevitable.

She silently wished them well. Suddenly, someone appeared in front of her with a rose, got down on one knee, and, in dramatic Yanderean, said, "I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. May I have this dance?" That was another version of the confession dance. People around them gasped in admiration when they saw someone approach the beautiful girl. No one thought it was strange that someone would fall for her at first sight. Nova felt her face flush with heat. She quickly waved her hands and was about to refuse him when a hand gently landed on her shoulder.

Lucas had responded by breaking his finger on the spot and making him apologize to Cassiopeia while slapping himself. She remembered the way Lucas had declared boldly, "I will not let anyone get away with hurting Cassie!" However, he just ordered her to be tossed into a pool for Freya and Liam, a pair of strangers. He was the one who swore a vow, but he was also the one who broke the oath. Cassiopeia did not struggle. She willingly plunged into the depths. 'Lucas, I regret ever falling in love with you.'