Love In Blossom Novels & Stories

Blossom took a step back, shocked at my words, I smirked and stepped towards her, I bent slightly and placed my lips beside her ear, "I know." She stiffened immediately, I stood straight, feeling a wave of satisfaction flow through me. Her eyes widened and she gasped. "I…I… This is so unfair. I was supposed to win, I needed to win. Becca is supposed to be with me, I need her." Blossom was spiraling and she was starting to talk out of sense. She had finally reached her breaking point, her husband tried to stop her but it was too late.

She arched, breath hitching, as the garden’s pulse synchronized with her own racing heartbeat. They sank into the moss-soft ground, bodies aligned in a rhythm older than language. No fear, only hunger laced with wonder: her fingers threading through his hair; his name a vow on her lips; their sighs rising with the perfumed steam of winter blossoms. In that shared heartbeat they gave and received, moving together until sensation blurred into spirit, until what bound them was not touch alone, but the living magic of the Bloom itself. When the crescendo came, it rolled through stone and stem alike, a silent flare of light beneath their closed eyelids. The vines overhead blossomed in sudden, rio

she replied, feeling the love he felt for her flow through her, feeling surrounded by the love she felt for him. “Even though I’m not model material?” he asked, making her smile. “Even though, baby.” Aiden dropped another quick kiss on her lips. “Can’t you wait a few hours to do that?” Landon asked coming up behind them. “Mind your own business, dude.” The wedding started and Blossom and Landon walked up the aisle in front of Nevaeh and Aiden. As the Wedding March began to play, she glanced up at Aiden and knew he’d given her the kind of happiness she’d always thought she could never find.

It was good that he was still unaware of her infatuation over him; otherwise, he might have embarrassed her with that revelation. As David was about to respond, a sudden voice echoed, "Darian, my love." All heads turned toward the main gate, revealing a woman draped in elegance—black shirt, pencil skirt, high heels, straight hair, and crimson lips; a vision reminiscent of a runway model. Unwanted jealousy surged within Rose as the woman gazed admiringly at Darian.

A breath caught in my throat as I looked upon it. There, on my left chest, above my heart was a small rose dripping with blood with vines wrapped around it. I lifted my head up to seek my brother and he too was looking at his chest bearing the same mark as I have. Florence darted her head between my brother and I, a look of satisfaction crossed her face. "As proof of the curse, I gave you a mark which you have already seen. In order for the curse to break, you need to find true love. When that person says I love you, then the curse will be broken."

The director of “Flowers Blossom” was a middle-aged woman referred to as Director Capshaw. She had a stern countenance, but as soon as she laid eyes on Isabel and Liam, her expression eased into one of warmth. With a smile, Director Capshaw greeted Isabel and Liam, “Hello, Isabel. It’s nice to meet you and your brother.” Isabel replied sweetly, “Hello, Director Capshaw. It’s nice to meet you too.” “May I carry you?”

They were known to be merciless to those who betrayed them and have the kindest heart to those who were in need. Apart from that, news that hit the society was the young lady of House Claramay, Aurora Claramay. Her ladylike attitude had knocked down many noblewomen while her cold personality was like a magnet to increase the number of her beau. Rumors around her said that she's an enchantress that takes no notice of countless men who came before her. She even killed those who pestered her way too much. On the other hand, she helped numerous orphans by providing them shelter, food, clothes, and even entertainment. However, she was called ' The Villainess Rose' due to her irresistible allureme

His fingers curled against the stone as he whispered: “Charles, Hanna, if you approve, give me a sign.” He carefully wiped the dust from their engraved names. At that moment, a soft breeze swept through the cemetery. The bouquet rustled gently, and a single petal drifted free—falling right into his palm. Xavier stared at it, his fingers closing around the delicate bloom. His heart clenched. Then, slowly, his resolve solidified. “I understand. I’ll do everything in my power.” He exhaled and stood up, his voice steady.

They kissed with abandon, like lovers seizing their final moments before the apocalypse. I watched the soap opera scene play out in front of me, my stomach churning. Everyone in town knew Trevin was my Achilles' heel. For him, I, the pampered heiress who never lifted a finger, awkwardly took up cooking, bending over backward to please him. I even endured the punishment from my furious granddad, all to be his bride. I poured my heart out to Trevin, never expecting to be repaid with betrayal. "Yara, are you blind? You're just standing there like a statue," Trevin snapped, his eyes brimming with annoyance.

Rose brushed my tears with her hand. "I-I can't... I'm trying to control my tears but I can't... I feel like my heart is bleeding whenever I remember that I won't be able to see Mike in two days. I keep lying to myself that I'll be fine because we were close for only two months, but I was wrong..." My hiccups interrupted me, making it difficult for me to speak. Rose cupped my face and made me look into her eyes. "It doesn't depend on if you two were together for months or years. A single day or even a second is enough to make you fall in love. You can't control your heart. It only hurts when you try to," Rose said in a matter-of-fact tone.