Rebel Bloom Author Novels & Stories

His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, physically restraining himself from touching me. "I have run the Apex Bloom for seven years, Lolita," Franco began. His voice was a low, gravelly vibration that sent a familiar, heavy heat curling through my stomach. "It was designed with a singular, unbreakable architecture. A crucible. You throw the elite into the dark, and you let the pressure crush them until only one diamond remains. Every single iteration before this ended the same way: one victor, and a trail of liquidated corpses." He took a step closer. The space between us evaporated. The scent of sandalwood and something distinctly, electrically masculine wrapped around me.

My moonfire leaks through the cracks, reaching for her, answering her storm like it recognizes itself in her chaos. Clara’s breathing is ragged. Power burns off her in waves. But her eyes gods, her eyes are steady. Determined. She will destroy this entire realm before she lets them cage me. And for the first time since stepping into this divine trap Hope blooms in my chest. Dangerous. Bright. Impossible to extinguish. Because Clara is not just breaking their rules. She is rewriting them. Clara POV The crack in the barrier glows like a wound. A thin line of white light, trembling, widening, begging to be split open.

"But there came a moment when the girl found herself at a crossroads, a moment that would change her fate forever." Liam couldn't contain his curiosity any longer. "Madam Elara," he interjected, "this story you tell—it sounds eerily similar to Bloom's past. Are you suggesting...?" Madam Elara nodded, confirming their suspicions. "Yes, Alpha Liam, Luna Bloom. The girl in this story is none other than Bloom herself." Bloom's breath caught in her throat, her eyes wide with astonishment. "How...how is that possible?" she stammered.

Dear Beloved Readers, Thank you for supporting me throughout Liam and Charlotte's story. I know many of you wish to continue with this story, but it has already ended. I felt it has just the right amount of closure to conclude this book. I love all your eagerness. This was my first attempt to write a rebirth story, and I hope you enjoyed it. In a way, it was different than most of what I have written so far. Don't forget that this is my entry to the Goodnovel Contest, "Remorse-Revenge-Redemption." Feel free to drop your gems and re-read the book as many times as you wish. Your reads and gems will help me win the contest.

His eyes glowed brighter than moonlight; storm clouds gathered in response, twisting violently above the forest. And somewhere far away, a sleeping infant stirred—reacting to the pulse of her father’s power calling out to her. Rebel — Age 6 (Somewhere in the Midnight Rose Pack) Rebel learned to make herself small. Small enough to hide behind the barrels in the kitchen. Small enough to slip under tables and avoid the Luna’s gaze. Small enough to pretend she didn’t exist when Amber walked by—because if she was seen, she paid for it. She didn’t remember being a baby.

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At the Grand Royal Elyxion Apartment Canberra, Australia Skandar Alexander Hemingway, the man had been busy getting phone call from his perverted friend, James Bloom, until he forgot to have breakfast with his young wife. His friend protested to him because his business proposal was rejected by him three days ago. During the time, every morning, James Bloom called and bothered him so that he had not enjoyed his breakfast peacefully. "I've reviewed your submission proposal, James. I have rejected it.” Skandar was staring fiercely to the person who called him in the early morning like this.

I said before that I am afraid to left alone. I can finally call it ‘love’. But I still have this doubts and ‘what if’s’ I went back to my condo to rest. I got the information I want and I also got an unwanted feelings. Shit this getting me nervous. I hope I can trust Oliver. I hope he will never leave me. I went to my living where there are piles of unfinished works of mine. I am currently working on a BL book, and it’s entitled “The flower will bloom in winter”. You know the common content of a BL book. It’s only a short one.

Bloom turned around to face them with a shy demeanor. “I know what you must be thinking…and I’m sorry I failed you. But the pay is pretty good, it’s much better than all the jobs I’ve worked ever paid- She was forced to shut up when a hand dived into her hair and ruffled it. Stefano was beaming at her while Benjamin was laid back with a smile. Bloom’s eyes were saucers at his action and she teared up instantly. It was the first time she fought for herself and not runaway like she was accustomed to.

This is where the girl made her name as the messenger of the Covenant. Just as the sun rises over the horizon and provides light to see by, her eyes dart back and forth over what she has already written. A gust of wind enters through an open window and snuffs out the candle without her notice, still carrying the scent of blood and tears. Her nose is scrunched. Her brows are pinched, and her slim, delicate mouth is pulled down into a deep frown. She couldn’t have been more than fourteen, but was wise beyond her years and has seen more than any child ever should. Her blond locks flowed down her back as she worked tirelessly through the night and into the early morning. The young girl works wit