Seasons Of Blossoms Webtoon Novels & Stories

As beautiful as I am! No man this is not right, I better go to school man, but how will I manage? Anyways let me stop stressing too much and go make sales for my boss like I've never ever done before! It's a beautiful morning, beautiful day, for it's the beginning of my favorite season, Spring. It is the season of fragrance, beauty, fresh leaves, and flowers. The season is neither too cold nor too hot but is pleasant and breezy. The environment is lush green with bright leaves, beautiful flowers, buzzing bees, and colorful butterflies,with fresh air and sunshine.

The Blossomland had been his go-to-cure for a bad day. The wide terrains and hills and plains filled with vibrant colors of flowers, dancing along with the strong breeze—the serene sound of petals and leaves rustling—the smell of the aromatic azalea and windrose flowers—the warm kiss of mid-morning sunlight—they all had used to help Kael calm his thoughts down. But this time was different. The worst thing he could’ve had imagined was happening now.

During the bloom season the entire town I was raised in would be covered in roses of all colors. Luna Hylda would always love telling the story of how her favorite birthday present from Finn was that he decorated their pack in her favorite flower. I picked off one that wasn't as dead looking as the rest. Most of the bushes were starting to lose their petals and leaves at this point. It wouldn't be long until the first frosts would start to come. A shiver ran down my spine at the thought.

Through the cracked window, I saw Trevin walking up, his eyes seething with bitterness. "Yara, you've brought this on yourself. Wren can't be hurt!" Ignoring my desperate state, he snatched my phone. I tried to stop him, but I could not even muster the strength to get out of the wreck. "Stop!" "Stop?" Trevin sneered, playing with my phone as if I were nothing. "Yara, to think you'd leave someone to die! I'm just locking in some good luck for you!" I stared him down, teeth clenched in anger. "That's the serum my granddad's been waiting on for five years!"

I gathered my stuff and made my way to the first lesson, shaking Cory's arm off my shoulder as they caught up to me. Blossom's POV I woke up with a thick layer of sweat on my forehead My wolf Kore had been restless these past few days. I'd barely slept a wink before my sister came barging in, telling me we were going to be late. Leaving the lights on, as well as my door wide open I sighed, dragging myself out of bed and towards the bathroom. I got showered and changed, tying my hair up in a ribbon and heading out to the driveway with Acacia, we lived in a relatively small house near the packhouse.

My name is Alexandria Rivers. I am 17 years old. I am the daughter of Joyce & Edward Rivers, Beta's to Alpha Brian Jackson of the Green Wood pack. My brother, Tyler Rivers, is best friends with the future Alpha Mason Jackson, and also next in line to become Beta. Alpha Brian and Luna Samantha have always been very kind to me. Mason and I began dating in middle school, and Luna Samantha has been teaching me how to be a Luna, in case Mason and I are mates. I finally get to shift and find my mate in 1 week. I'm really hoping Mason is my mate. My mother says that with the mate bond, you can feel what she described as "Sparks" when you touch your mate. Mason and I have both noticed a tingling sen

Vivian sat alone in the shadowed corner of the bar, watching strangers drift beneath the amber glow of the lights. She could not believe she had actually fallen for a rumor. “The real reason the Hayes and Carter families postponed the wedding? Sebastian’s ex was kidnapped. He’d rather call off the marriage than leave her to die.” One reckless sentence was all it took for her to book the first flight to Harbor City. Sebastian was the untouchable heir everyone admired—a fixture on the covers of financial magazines and the polished businessman delivering keynote speeches at charity galas. What could a man like him possibly be doing in a place like this? Vivian shook her head, set down her g

The air in the florist’s shop is a thick, humid sanctuary of botanical scents, a sharp contrast to the sterile, recycled oxygen of the floor. It’s a tiny, tucked-between-buildings spot that somehow maintains the delicate, dew-heavy smell of fresh-cut roses even as the spring heat begins to bake the city pavement outside. I stand there for a long moment, my eyes scanning the buckets until I find them: white lilies and soft pink peonies. These are Selene’s favorites, the specific blooms she once pointed out during a late-night walk, claiming they reminded her of "quiet nights and no drama." In the wreckage of the last two weeks, those words feel like a taunt, but I figure if fourteen days of a

I crouched beside her and helped and didn't say anything more about November or growing seasons because what was the point. Either they'd grow or they wouldn't and either way Lily was currently the happiest I'd seen her all week and the cold air had put colour in her cheeks and she was narrating the whole thing to Gerald in a low, important voice like a documentary. Then she found a worm. The worm discovery derailed the sunflower operation entirely for about twenty minutes, during which we established the worm's name was Steven, debated whether Steven wanted to live in the planter or be returned to the soil, eventually agreed on the planter because Lily felt he'd be good company for the seed

“Ms. Jensen, your partner and the kids are amazing. You’re really lucky. “Your arm would have been fine with just some ointment. But they insisted you stay in the hospital and took care of you the whole time.” Moon smiled. Pride shone in her eyes. Julian walked in with the two boys. He handed her the bouquet he was holding, and a warm smile spread across his face. “Your discharge papers are ready. The boys picked these flowers this morning. Congratulations on getting out of the hospital!” Zayden and Yannick leaned in on either side. “Ms. Jensen, look! There are still dewdrops on the flowers!” “Ms. Jensen, these flowers are as pretty as you!”