Plum Blossom Troy Novels & Stories

Troy wore a plain white T-shirt and jeans, holding a huge bouquet of peach garden roses. He stared at me as if he'd completely blanked out. He still looked dazed even after I walked up to him. My stomach dropped. What was with that reaction? Did he think I wasn't good enough for him? My mood sank straight through the floor. I let my expression go cold and looked away. I was about to pretend I didn't know Troy and walk off when he suddenly grabbed my wrist.

The elder, heart aching, still had to ask, "Are you sure this will stop them from unleashing chaos?" "It's made from the World Tree. Their connection's cut, so they can't." That was the reply. The Demons' commander scoffed and said, "You're harsh with your own wives. Almost admirable, in a demonic way." "The Twin Blossoms of Ruin deserve nothing less," Rein said. Blood tears fell from my eyes; my every memory of Rein turned to dust and echoes. However, even with their research, those two harbored doubts. So, Rein leaned in close and whispered, "This is just to buy time. I swear I'll come to the Demon World to save you."

I clenched my hands tighter as the pain in my palm seared. … I had no idea how long we walked for. The sun seemed to have climbed to its peak. I was finally allowed to remove the blindfold. Before me stretched a winding, narrow path that ended in a bottomless cave. Beside it stood a towering, ancient tree. Its scent of osmanthus drifted even from afar. The villagers said the tree had absorbed the essence of countless Blossom Brides. That was what made it so tall and fragrant. When we were thirty feet away from the cave, the procession abruptly stopped.

Feeling intrigued, they stepped inside. To their amazement, they were greeted by rosy-red plum blossoms blooming vibrantly in the snow. To think that the Yans had such a marvel. The soft fragrance of the plum blossoms subtly pervaded the air because of the cold. People or plum blossoms; growing in the face of adversity deserves respect and admiration. Jing Hong stepped under the boughs of a plum blossom tree, looking up with joy and wonderment in her eyes as she breathed in the sweet aroma of the flowers.

" There were plenty of flower shops along the way, but none of them satisfied Willow. Eventually, she picked a store that looked clean and pretty and had beautifully wrapped flowers. Willow stepped inside. The shop owner greeted her with a smile. "What kind of flowers do you want to buy, kid?" "Roses!" Willow declared boldly. She heard that roses symbolized love. If she gave roses to her parents, they would surely understand just how much she loved them. The shop owner led her to the roses. "You can choose the roses, kid." "Thank you." Willow watched carefully from the side. There were different colors of roses—white ones, red ones, and even roses that gradually transitioned from white to bl

"Why bring that up now? It's too early. Plus, the company's got me swamped, and I don't have time for a wedding." Holly gripped the fabric beneath her, her lower lip caught between her teeth in a bashful plea, "We don't have to have a wedding. I just want to make it official." Luke froze in his place. As the silence grew heavy, his ringing phone broke the tension. He stepped away to take the call, and Holly started to get dressed. A misstep sent her tumbling into the bushes, and a flash of red caught her eye. Shaking, she grabbed a tiny camera hidden among the leaves.

“She will be worth it. A perfect little doll for you to-” “You motherfucker,” Troy hissed, interrupting Gary. My insides, already liquid, turned to ice, and butterflies flapped up a hurricane in my stomach. “I will rip your spine out through your asshole,” he warned. “End. It. Now.” “Sold to bidder forty-two,” Gary said hurriedly and switched off his microphone. I stared at Troy who calmly returned my gaze. His face was completely passive and unreadable. After a few minutes, he sighed deeply, ran his slender fingers through a mob of thick, dark blonde hair and held out his hand to help me off the platform.

BLUE’S POV. “I love you,” Troy said, his voice low and husky in my ears, he planted light kisses on my shoulders and I moaned out loud. He reached for the crystal on my neck and played with it, humming as he stared at it. “What,” I asked, watching him as he stared at my crystal. “It's beautiful, I never noticed how beautiful it was until now and it fits you so perfectly,” he said, smiling down at me. He slowly reached for my neck and kissed it gently again. b

" Her enthusiasm made Troy smile again. Ever since that day, Troy and Bridgette have become friends. Troy had been visiting her shop frequently. Bridgette was busy arranging clothes on the rack when her manager slashed her friend Chelsey's attention by clearing her throat. "Ahem. Someone’s leaving the shop again today. "Her knight in shining armor is here to pick her up and ride on his mighty black horse once more," Chelsey teased as Troy walked inside the shop holding a beautiful bouquet of sunflowers wrapped in rustic-colored paper. "Hi Troy!" Chelsey greeted him. He smiled back and waved and walked straight towards Bridgette, who was indulging in what she was doing again. She hardly notic

Jes spoke out totally changing the topic. Amara, Rose and Troy were returning from the cafeteria after having lunch when suddenly Troy's phone rang. Both of the girls looked at him as he talked with the other person After a while he hanged up said byee in a hurry and left. When Amara and Rose tried to ask what happened he replied "Something urgent came up I have to go sorry guys" And he left. Amara and Rose were shocked but began to walk towards their locker. As Amara opened the locker a Yellow rose dropped on the floor with a small note.