Meghan Trainor Blossom Novels & Stories

Nina directed at her. "What about him? He's engaged to another woman and he can't be bothered with Blossom. Jason is even with them right now like a happy family," Sophia snapped. "That's true, but still, this a really big step. Blossom, what are you going to do?" "I think I'll accept. I need to move on with my life and Hunter is sweet," I answered. "Then it's settled," Nina said and she popped a bottle of champagne. We poured glasses of champagne and laughed about silly things until we passed out on my floor.

"Something came up at work. Wait for me at home, I'll be back early." I didn't call him out on it. After he left, I accepted Mabel's friend request. Her latest post was a photo of a sea of roses with the caption. "My love planted my favorite roses with his own hands." My chest tightened. So, even the roses weren't planted for me. Before we got married, he had promised to give me a field of roses all my own. But he was always busy, and I'd never brought it up again. He suddenly prepared a sea of roses because someone else wanted it.

I said in a pacifying tone She slowly nodded and picked up her fork. "I sent an application to Glen Motion Pictures this morning. They are looking for videographers who would like to be a part of their cinematography crew." She told me and took a bite from the bread. She gave me a thumbs up in approval. "Delicious!" She complimented as she savoured it. I smiled as I watched her eat with readiness. "You know..." She continued as she ate. "You know Nadia Grayson right?"

“You…deceived her? Many times she claimed I tried to kill her, you came to her defense, challenging me for it but you of all people know I would never hurt her.” Eros’s lips tipped up in a lazy smile. “It’s called Trust, brother. I needed a way to draw her to my side and you just seemed the best thing available. A little moonveil blossom here and there did the trick.” I shot a sharp look to Jega who stepped forward. “It’s just like I warned. The moonveil blossom can serve as either a cloaking plant or a hallucination pollen. Whoever your mate saw was a trick of the mind. Not you.”

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.

“We’ve both been very busy because of the university event last week. And you already know that those events would never become successful without the most beautiful editor in Blossom.” Ma’am Tadal nodded happily while listening to him. Mae honestly did not know if she should feel thankful or annoyed. Kent was interfering in her life again. “But no worries, Ma’am,” Kent continued. “All of us in Blossom will help Mae catch up with her pending work.” “What?!” Mae shouted in disbelief. But the moment her eyes met Ma’am Tadal’s sharp stare, she immediately became quiet again. I seriously don’t know what to do with you anymore, Kent!

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

I would have never pictured myself friends with Bloom. Are we even friends? I think we are—or maybe she's just tolerating me because she has to tutor me. I don't know but I don't mind her—which is surprising because a lot of people annoy me. Bloom—she's just pure and wholesome and—I don't know. She just makes me want to keep her safe—or some ridiculous sappy shit like that. What does piss me off though—is that jackass Evan she's dating. How the hell does someone as kind and pure as Jasmine date a piece of shit like Evan.

Dean appeared so happy to be in love again; Eliza had been a wonderful woman, but she paled in comparison to his new love. 'Blossom was the perfect match for Dean, her presence so effortless that even Caleb displayed a brotherly affection towards her.' She fit seamlessly into their family, and that was something Jovielyn truly cherished. 'They say that past struggles pave the way for a brighter tomorrow, and in Blossom's case, it's clear that whoever "they" are, they were absolutely correct. This young woman possesses remarkable determination, and it fills her with joy. A hunch tells her that grandchildren may be on the horizon. Whether she will be present to welcome them is uncertain. She t

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.