Novel Cherry Blossom Novels & Stories

Strangers lingering just long enough to glance my way and disappear. It didn’t feel like coincidence. It felt like someone was guarding me. “I don’t know who it is,” I continued, “but it doesn’t feel bad. It feels… careful.” Mara considered that. “Secret admirer?” I let out a breath of a laugh. “Maybe. Maybe someone from the publishing project. There were letters before. Poetic, anonymous. They stopped for a while, then one appeared again—with a gift.” “What kind of gift?” “A first edition copy of my favorite childhood book. The one I lost during the move.”

As she ripped the seal open, something fell into her lap. Dried cherry blossoms. A shuddering gasp left her lips as she lifted one of the thin blooms with unsteady fingers. Cherry blossoms were her favorite as a child. But it was summer now, and there were no spring blooms around. Which meant that this person had preserved them for her throughout spring. Like they were waiting to give it to her. Gianna’s chest felt too tight. It was like her heart had grown three sizes and was pressing against her ribs for more space. Only one person knew how she used to collect these blooms and press them between the pages of her favorite books.

"Edward, please collect the pieces of that book and make sure that every last page is burned." As we step into the valley and make our way through all the cherry blossom trees, I know that this shall be the parting scent that I shall know my beloved as. But what moves me beyond the beauty of their pink flowers is the rows of fairies that bid us farewell as we leave. They, too, do not know my beloved, but my beloved is receiving their blessing into the world beyond. One small tear escapes my eye; I believe these shall become frequent for a long time, if not forever.

And just like that I had became a jet setter; fourth weekend at Jerte Valley for another wonderful cherry blossom, fifth weekend at Skagit Valley for the Tulip festival, and finally Amsterdam on the sixth weekend, as if we hadn't had enough with the tulips from the previous weekend. All I asked was to see cherry blossoms at Tokyo but I got four consecutive weekends of endless spring sight with those blooming flowers. Scarlett is the luckiest girl ever to land such a perfect man as her husband, fulfilling her every request to the best he can. But honestly, being a lazy ass my entire life, I can't really keep up with this lifestyle when all I want is to just lay down and watch tv, take long na

A gust of wind blew and countless cherry petals fluttered in the air. In the middle of this beautiful cherry blossom forest, an exquisite bamboo house sat quietly. It had a simple, plain, and delicate design, and a tabby cat took its afternoon nap in front of the door, under the roof. The introverted Charmine was instantly influenced by the atmosphere, and the sight enamored her.

When I passed by the greenery, a branch suddenly snagged my hair. I tugged slightly, but instead of freeing it, I pulled down a whole spray of petals. A hand suddenly reached out and gently helped untangle my hair. "What the—" I winced inwardly, blaming the overly lush landscaping in these rich neighborhoods. How were there already flowers blooming at this time of the year? "Are these peach blossoms?" I muttered exasperatedly. A calm voice came from above, "They're cherry blossoms."

It’s so delicate that it can easily be destroyed and be deformed. Cian Xia has always admired the beauty and softness of cherry blossom petals, but as time passed and the seasons of life changed. He grew to dislike and despise it. In annoyance, he gritted his teeth, snorted and flung his sleeve. “It’s time to grow new trees and reconstruct some things inside my peak. Everything will be different from now on,” he said. His voice was filled with displeasure and coldness. Following that, he arose from his bed and walked over to the window. He then noticed that the tree's petals continued to fall, as if the autumn season was approaching.

We walked amidst the cherry blossom trees; the petals raining on us even as the slightest wind passed by. I sat on a white marble bench beside the pond. Zephyr brought us two cups of sakura tea or cherry blossom tea. “They said this tea slows aging. Princess will look younger,” Zephyr said, sitting beside me. “I don’t wish to live a long life, anyway. Aging shouldn’t be a problem for me,” I said. “Why not?” Zephyr’s gaze had been filled with an unfathomable melancholy even since we entered the art gallery. It was just getting intenser every second.

I pulled in automatically. As I parked, I glanced around the lot, trying to distract myself from the tornado of thoughts in my head. That’s when I noticed them. Cherry blossoms. A small row of trees along the edge of the lot had exploded into soft pink blooms. I blinked at them. Had those been there yesterday? The petals shifted gently in the breeze, delicate and fragile. And suddenly something clicked in my mind. The wind had been freezing this morning. Sharp. Brisk enough to bite through jackets.

Brady Meath shoved away from the desk in his small office in the public library and stood in front of the window facing Puritan Street. Pedestrians walked past and cars drove by. Cherry blossoms were in full bloom and buds beginning to open on the magnolia trees. The grass was finally turning a nice shade of green after a long winter. But the calming, familiar sights didn't appease his restless mind or abate the itch under his skin.