Love Like Cherry Blossom Novels & Stories

I had believed that I had all the time in the world for us to know each other and that if we were meant to be together, it would happen in its own time. Like a blind man, I wandered into the living-room, my gaze skittering around as if searching for something. It stopped on the cushions Cherry had made. Covers that bore my mate’s namesake: Cherry blossom. It was one of the little quirks I’d learned about her over the last few months as she’d shared her designs with me. In every one, she liked to hide her mark in it somewhere. Even in the clothes she made, she’d invariably stitched the detail of two cherries in. It was her signature in every piece she made.

all traces of their life together had been reduced to ashes by the fire. And in the backyard, the rows of peach trees he had transplanted for her. He remembered that Nina loved peach blossoms most and enjoyed eating peaches, so he had spent a fortune to have an entire grove of peach trees transplanted, allowing her to admire the blossoms in spring and eat the fruit in autumn. Every spring, pink peach blossoms covered the branches. They say peach blossoms represent love, and he had always felt that this grove, these blooming flowers, symbolized his love for Nina.

Julia held my hand and said, "Don't worry. The islands nearby may not be particularly rich in resources, but we can always manage to get some supplies." I looked at the sky. It was a fine and warm day with a gentle sea breeze, yet I was inexplicably very uneasy, overwhelmed by my instincts that something big was about to happen. The cherry tree on the hillside had already had some flower buds and would bloom in a few days. Noah said that when the sea breeze blew, the entire island would be surrounded by cherry blossoms. And those moonlit nights would be even more romantic. Hanging a small lamp under the cherry tree while enjoying the moon was a scene to remember.

There was a note in the roses. 'You might hate me for embarrassing you like this but I'm going to keep doing this until you are comfortable. I won't ever miss an opportunity to show you how much I love you. I chose white roses because they matched your shirt. And when I saw them, they reminded me of you. I love you so much and I think I might give you a willow tree next' Willow laughed at his joke and shook her head. Her heart was full with joy as she picked up her phone and called him. After two rings, he picked up. "I assume you received my gift," his husky voice filled her ears making her smile.

She aksed him who was had lost all his words. "Why I am here? Why I am here? Oh yeah, I came to take you to that bosom.... No, no ...I am not talking about your bosom.... It's blossom.... Cherry blossom. Cherry blossom season and...." "First, stop staring at my chest." Giselle put her hand to cover the area which made Hyun lose his mind. "Second, I could not understand what you are talking about." Hyun licked his dry lips and lool away from her.

Of all the times, I felt this was the most sincere. - I love you more. Liam lowered his head, sighed, and then looked back at me. - If you say... And in return he gave me his best smile. THE END

It held me captive, and I had no intention of breaking free. I cupped his face in my hands, my intent clear. Without hesitation, I pulled him into a kiss. He drew me close, our bodies melding together, fitting seamlessly, and suddenly, the coldness ceased to exist. Instead, warmth enveloped us—a beautiful warmth that blossomed deep within my chest. In that warmth, a garden grew. Cherry blossoms, red roses, and the calming scent of lavender. Peace settled within me. We broke the kiss after what felt like an eternity, our eyes locking onto each other.

Cheryl grinned. The man took out his cellphone from his pants pocket: an expensive cell phone, with black colour. Cheryl started typing as instructed. "Huh, how come the cherry blossoms come out?" "Read the caption." "Cherry blossoms, derived from Japanese, the word 'pocket' which means flower." "Do you see the picture?" Cheryl nodded. "Isn't it beautiful?" "If you are juxtaposed with that flower, you are still the prettiest among them." Cheryl looked at her opponent. She swore that this very instant, Cheryl had fallen in love with the wise man in front of her.

Surrounding it was a ring of tiny diamonds of the same high quality. It was simply stunning. This was something I had made myself. The pink diamond had been a gift from Benjamin—a token of his love—when we'd first gotten together. That day, when he confessed to me, he'd said, "My love for you is like this diamond—flawless, pure, unique, and irreplaceable." I was elated, and I smiled coyly. "You promised it's one of a kind. So, now that you've given it to me, you can't give one to anyone else."

(Third Person’s POV) In a luxurious restaurant, a beautiful lady is silently sipping her tea while glancing at the scenery outside. It’s already spring and the flowers are slowly blossoming. The trees sway elegantly to the breeze of the wind, making the scenery harmonious to look at. This tranquillity was interrupted when a young handsome man took a seat in front, blocking the great view. The lady blinked her eyes twice and looked at the man sitting in front. “Oh, you’re here, President Lu.”