Seasons Of Blossoms Webtoon の小説・ストーリー

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.

"Did I wake you up?" I ask. He shakes his head. "Nah I couldn't sleep, I was drawing," he says. "Can I see?" Jax reaches around behind me and grabs his sketchbook. I take it and look over the unfinished blue flowers. "What are these?" "Coal blossoms, haven't you seen them before? They grow all over the volcanoes in the wintertime." "I usually spend winter near the witches' territory," I tell him, handing back the drawing.

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.

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

Something that had been seeds in November and cold ground in January and was now, in March, doing the thing it had been doing all along without anyone watching. I leaned in closer, it was unmistakable. Fragile and certain all at once, the way new things were — committed to existing before it had any business being sure of anything. "The sunflowers," I said. "The sunflowers," he said. We crouched at the planter together in the cold March air and looked at the small green thread of a thing that had decided to grow in a city garden in a month that barely qualified as spring, and neither of us said anything for a while because there wasn't anything to say that the thing itself wasn't already say

My vision sharper enough to see the moon that hasn't shown. My spine transited to a sharp pointed one, I grew taller, a long tailed forced itself out. Curvy and hairy. A spark ignited.

“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!”