Seasons Of Blossom Chapter 1 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Esper glanced back nervously, and the stag nodded his head, encouraging her to go in. Taking a deep breath, Esper cleared the vines and revealed a doorless archway. Inside, the stone building was full of flora. Climbing up the walls were white datura flowers, and the floor was covered with blooming rain lilies. The moon shone brightly through the holes in the roof, turning all of the white flowers silver, just like her hair. The area was what Esper was searching for, and she had the stag to thank for bringing her there. Esper heard a rustling and turned around to see the stag trying to make its way inside. She couldn't help but chuckle a little as she watched the animal struggle. He couldn't

-=- This chapter is still part of the R18 series. If you are not over 18, please skip this chapter and proceed to Chapter 66. -=- ‘With Clara’s vulnerable feelings, we shouldn’t rush this,’ thought Baz, ‘She needs more time, and we will take this slow. I should stop touching her and thinking about the taste of her soft, silky skin. Vanilla! That’s what she smells and tastes like.’ ‘Think about something else, anything... Think about flowers, yes, flowers. Her skin smells very fragrant like she took a bath in a tub full of flowers.’

Chapter One: THE PROMOTION Rojean was feeling all sorts of emotions course through her at the moment and she wasn’t certain on what she should be feeling. But nonetheless, she packed up her things, putting them neatly in the box provided to her by the office she’s working at-- well, now the appropriate word would be ‘worked’ as she was being called to the higher ups for her promotion. She didn’t file for one, although confused, she was still glad to get one this early. Her mind hadn't processed what was happening at all and she didn’t seem to question the odds. Pulling out her phone from her front pocket, she texted her fiance, constantly updating him on the current situation, planning to ea

The teacher said and Oorvi nodded holding the flower bouquet in her hands and took few deep breaths She just said she won't faint now because her head started to spin badly. She drank some more water to calm herself. She walked towards the guest and hand him the bouquet with a small smile and said " Welcome to our college Mr..." she could not complete her sentence as suddenly everything turned black around her as she lost her consciousness despite trying hard to stay awake and got saved by… ********************** Excited to know what happened next? Next chapter will be published soon enough Till then Leave reviews on the book and comment on the chap

Already 10 chapters down! Good job! Can't wait for you to finish the whole book ;) -- Chapter 10 - Just three months and then done. ~~~ The view from the balcony was breath-taking. The garden was decorated with strings of lights, highlighting the trees and beautiful flowers. A small fountain right in the middle sprouted water and the lights made the water look colorful. There were even a few benches to sit and two of them were occupied by couples talking and kissing. It looked peaceful, contrary to what I was feeling.

Since she was a little girl Autumn had always been her favorite season. Though she did miss the flowers in spring and summer, she loved yellow leaves better. When she first came to City S, it was summer and now it was autumn. It was 3 months already and a lot had happened. Her revenge plan was already in motion, and thanks to Charles, Alex and Gracie she might get it done, sooner than she expected. And finally Rose would feel the pain of losing everything slowly, it will be too painful to watch.

Maya" With a heavy sigh, Rose folded the note and held it close to her chest, feeling the warmth of her mother's words against her skin. She realized that her unexpected appearance and departure, as painful as it seemed, carried within it the potential for understanding. It was a chance to start anew, to rebuild the bonds that had been strained and battered by secrets and misunderstandings. As Rose dressed, she carefully selected each garment, one that she would feel comfortable in. She glanced at the corner of her room and she saw the wheelchair seated there. She shook her head , knowing that she no longer needed it, and she stepped out from her room. ********* As Rose stepped out of her

I couldn't resist, and now, I'm unsure of my next steps. I found myself replaying everything over and over in my head as I lay beside Blossom, our skin barely touching. I could hear her breathing, and when I stole a glance at her, I noticed she too was staring at the ceiling. I struggled to decipher her expression. Blossom appeared satisfied, perhaps even happy, yet I sensed there was something unresolved in her mind, something she was quietly wrestling with. My mind was a whirlpool of conflicting thoughts and images. I couldn't shake the memory of our intimate moments together, and I wasn't sure I wanted to. Blossom was both sweet and sensual, her beauty flourishing under my touch. I realiz

Rosette: Fine Rosette: Alexander No reply, I waited for what seemed like minutes but was actually just seconds. And when his reply finally came, I was hot and cold on a instant. Alexander: Good girl. Now go to sleep, it's late. We'll talk in the morning. It took me an embarrassingly long time to get my temperature under control and type a reply. Rosette: Goodnight Alexander, we'll talk in the morning. Alexander: Goodnight Flower. Maybe I'd take a while of reading and rereading and maybe screaming in my pillow before I finally go asleep, because that was very necessary.

There was a warm light shining from underneath and dust around them had been disturbed. I opened one of the doors and stumbled upon a very odd sight. There was Leo, standing in the center of the bookcase filled room, holding a single white tulip and a leather notebook. “Hello again,” he greeted, his tone seemingly uneven. Leo meets my eyes and takes a few steps forward, extending the lovely flower towards me. “If you'll let me, I would like to tell you a few things,” he says, a question hanging between us. His eyes never waver as he stares into mine, waiting for permission to continue.