Room To Bloom Novels & Stories

The truth is, I just need air. My room’s dim, the curtains half-drawn. I sit on the bed, open my phone, and scroll until I find one of the videos Seth sent us in the dorm, where he was trying to teach me how to dribble and me pretending not to give a shit about his favorite sport. He laughs at something I say, head tilted back, sunlight cutting across his jaw. I hit play again. And again. “Dude,” a voice says behind me. I jump, turning to see Jamie standing in the doorway with a bowl of chips. She squints at the screen. “You and your roommate were close, huh?”

Would she be able to enjoy a dreamy wedding night with Dominic? At the same time, Freya was feeling very flustered by the suggestive cries echoing across the halls. There was a permanent grimace fixed on her face. “You…” “I…” She exchanged a look with Dominic. “It's getting late. Go on and wash up,” he finally said. Freya glanced in the direction of the bathroom and had a sense that there was a hint of tension in the air. It occurred to her that turning on the tap could drown out the noises, and with that, she entered the bathroom.

Finally we got to the top and he led to a room and opened the door {{ I had this room prepared for you, it’s what we call the Diamond Rose Room }} (( okay then, thank you )) I push past him and walk into the room, I drop my duffel on the bed and began looking around. The bed is massive, it can fit at least twelve persons comfortably if not more, there are white drapes hanging around the bed, the sheets and pillow cases are white with gold and silver rose designs on the them, I walked across the room and stepped into the bathroom, which was also huge with a bath tub, shower and even a steam room, my final stop was the double glass door that led out onto a balcony that over looked a pool that

I think I can get used to this . "You are such a beautiful girl. My son is lucky to have you ,"she winks at me making me smile. "I think Bloom needs to rest ," Maddox insists making me feel annoyed . What is his deal? "Alright my daughter , tomorrow is another day go and rest ,"she hugs me tightly again literally squeezing me this time and finally lets me go. Maddox guides me to my room . Which is huge with a very dull colour . The beddings are white and black with a large stuffed animal on the middle of the bed . Next to the bed is a simple vase with beautiful lotus flowers .

Then nothing else. My sheets were white with little pink flowers, and everything about my side was neat and tidy. I liked my space neat and tidy all the time, but that's not all, I wanted to make a good first impression. Something my roommate will appreciate, I hoped she would like me, or at least she wouldn't have issues with me.

At some point in the night, the rhythm of her breathing became faint and steady. The display of my phone suddenly lit up when I received a text. It was a picture from Zelda. In it, Eliott was lying naked in bed. The bright white bed sheet hinted that they were in a hotel. She did not offer any elaboration but I knew it was her way of staking her power over me. I felt my blood boil as something tore at my heart. I staggered into the living room to look for my pills. However, the bottle of medicine that I usually kept in the cabinet was gone.

CHERYL'S POV The room smelled like roses. It was soft, dimly lit, and quiet in a way that should’ve soothed the storm inside me—but it didn’t. The second I stepped in, I could tell someone had gone to great lengths to make this place feel like a dream. Like love. Like safety.

I pushed the door open and stepped inside; it enveloped me like a soft blanket. I walked into the living room, and I was struck by the transformation that had taken place. Everywhere I looked, roses were there, a sea of red and pink stretching before my view. The room was heavy with the sweet scent of flowers in bloom, like a perfume, subtle and alluring. Everything was transformed now, like a painting, completed with touches from the hand of an expert painter. And then I lifted my head and saw Adrian on his knees, holding a flower-like some kind of suppliant, imploring for forgiveness.

The water still. Rising still. Always. Spring coming. The light returning. The new growth at the tips of the rosemary. Serne's letter on the table. Whitevale waiting. The room building toward it. Already. Because that was what the room did. It reached toward what needed it. It made space. It said yes. It said come. And the work continued.

he stammered, the hesitation in his voice impossible to disguise. It wasn’t really my place to pry. “Am sorry, I didn’t mean to pry into your privacy. After all, we were nothing more than roommates… and occasional fuckmates. There was no exclusivity between us,no obligations,no promises and certainly no claim over one another—nothing that justified my curiosity. Bang. Bang. Bang. Three firm knocks resonated through the apartment, shattering the uneasy silence. I instinctively lifted my head, my brows knitting together. Who on earth could that be now? I wondered.