Quest Blooming Panic Novels & Stories

I was playing computer games on my laptop when Melinda knocked on my door. She peeked in and stuck out her tongue at me cheekily, trying to look cute and innocent. "Are you studying hard again, Lisa? Mom asked me to bring you some apples because she was worried you'd be too tired and hungry from studying." When she came closer to me, however, she quickly realized that I wasn't studying but rather playing computer games instead. She couldn't help but panic a little as she yelled at me. "Lisa! Don't you know how much pressure is on us now that we're high-school seniors? The SATs are just around the corner too! How could you still be in the mood for games instead of studying hard?

Ethan said. She looked between us. "The plan for zone three," she said, pulling her growth chart from somewhere I hadn't seen her carry it, "is bulbs, things that go in now and come up in autumn. Ms. Park found a list." "Of course she did," I said. "Shade tolerant," Lily said. "Because of the apple tree." "Smart," Ethan said. "It was Ms. Park's word," Lily said. "But yes." Ethan put the middle three waffles on the table, they were good. Right temperature, right colour, the particular result of forty-five minutes of early morning recalibration. I ate mine, he watched me.

"Happy anniversary, honey! We're going to stay at Wildrose Estate today, where you'll finally get to see the sea of flowers I've prepared for you by tonight." I smiled without saying a word. I took out the divorce papers I'd prepared and pushed them toward him. "Sign them." I'd already flipped to the last page. Claude took them and signed without hesitation. I froze for a second. "Are you not even going to check what it is?" Claude didn't seem to care. "Isn't it just an adjustment to the IVF plan? We've always signed something like this whenever it failed before." I held the flash drive in my hand, feeling nothing but irony.

"You knew very well that Madeline was allergic to pollen, and yet, you purposely told me to give her the bouquet of daisies and slammed the flowers into her face! And then you blamed her for everything! You're such an evil, scheming woman!" Regina's face fell. She was starting to panic as she shook her head profusely. "No, Tris, you got it wrong. It's not like that! If you don't believe me, you can ask Annabelle. She was right there beside me! She knew what went on!"

Inside, a single plant bloomed. It was beautiful in its own way. Delicate purple flowers clustered along its stems, their petals almost translucent in the sunlight that filtered through the wire mesh overhead. The color was a stunning, deep violet that faded to lavender at the edges. The smell was equally lovely, sweet and slightly intoxicating, like honey mixed with something floral and wild. But Autumn knew better than to let the beauty fool her. This was moonbane bloom. One of the most dangerous plants in existence.

"You're pathetic. You can't even keep a woman in line! Do you realize the kind of heavyweight we lost today? We can't even get into the wedding! "Listen up, you're going to apologize to Ms. Lawrence the minute this wedding's over! We can't afford to cross the Lawrences, they're our ace in the hole!" Becky went straight for Trevin's arm, squeezing it hard. Her words drained the color from his face, but he managed to spit out a defiant response. "I'm not doing it! Why should I grovel to Yara? She's the one who should be apologizing to me! Mom, Dad, get me in there! I won't let you down!"

“What do you think of the layout? We pushed the tables back two feet to expand the dance floor.” Bunny stopped, scanning the room with laser precision. She pursed her lips. She squinted at the stage. Then, she looked at the floral mock-up on table four. “The hydrangeas are tight,” she noted. “They’ll bloom fully by the 14th,” I assured her. “We’re keeping them in a temperature-controlled cooler until the morning of.” Bunny turned her gaze to me. For a second, I felt like I was back at Tippy’s party, the outsider trying to fit in.

I gasped, my voice sounding two seconds away from death. My arms were shaking, my dress was sticking to my back, and my thighs were burning like hell. The second Kayden continued to talk, I just wanted to cry, because this guy just didn’t know how to shut up. “That one only blooms once a year,” he said, nodding at a plant. “I know that already. I’m a Blood—” “You can always tell we’re close to the ridge when the wind gets this quiet. It’s nice, right?” “Yes!” I breathed. “Very nice!”

Duncan nodded and did so, excusing himself and leaving right after the flowers were out of his hands. “What’s that, does our little Amara have an admirer who’s sending her flowers?” Melanie teased, but was left disappointed and slightly worried when she received no reaction from Amara. “Hey, Mara,” Bethany called, her voice laced with concern. “What’s wrong? Do you not like the flowers?” “No, it’s…” Amara realized that all at once, she had been panicking and hyperventilate over a simple set of flower without even knowing who had sent them.

I said to Izan with some desperation. Give me a few seconds; I'll send someone, Izan said quickly. “We have to get you out of here,” Bloom said. “I need to take you to a very safe area. I don't trust anything or anyone. The level of magic right now is out of control. I don't know when it will create a power loop that will blow us all up.” His words were spoken in such a serious tone that I believed him. “I need a moment to cast a spell,” Yasa said. “I haven't done it in years, but maybe—”