Six Blossom Now Novels & Stories

Nina directed at her. "What about him? He's engaged to another woman and he can't be bothered with Blossom. Jason is even with them right now like a happy family," Sophia snapped. "That's true, but still, this a really big step. Blossom, what are you going to do?" "I think I'll accept. I need to move on with my life and Hunter is sweet," I answered. "Then it's settled," Nina said and she popped a bottle of champagne. We poured glasses of champagne and laughed about silly things until we passed out on my floor.

“No. It moved too quickly. Would have been good though. White blooms were on sale, though. They should be arriving next week.” A few other men joined the little circle, casting lecherous and curious looks at me. “Don’t mind her,” Mordecai said, “I’m just keeping an eye on little Matt’s plaything. Any other news?” “Devereaux Botanicals got the last bit of dark bloom roses and hemp that was on the market,” one of them said with a snarl. “That son of a bitch, Felix swooped in like he knew when it would go on sale. I guess those Warhammer contacts are treating him well.”

Dean comments, admiring her new look with a soft smile. Unaware of the striking transformation that has taken place, Blossom pulls a few strands of her hair into view, discovering that her once-human hair is now a brilliant silver. Remarkably, she seems unfazed by it, as the color holds no significance in the midst of the current chaos. "I hope she hasn't lost all her moxie," Dean thinks to himself. She glances at him, playfully smacks his bare rear, winks, and then shifts her attention to Liza. "Why?" Blossom asks rhetorically.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Callum.” Camryn still turned Callum down. Callum took the watering can from her hand. Then, he dragged her to the counter and sat down. He said, “Camryn, please sit down. I have something to tell you.” “What’s the matter?” Callum noticed that the two store workers were out delivering flowers to customers. In fact, he purposely called to order two bouquets of flowers to send them away. Due to her two elder aunts, the business of Spring Blossoms had gone downhill.

Just an older man with silver hair and eyes like oil; slick, dark, unreadable. They called him consigliere. Advisor. Manipulator. He smiled at her like he knew everything. Including why she was here. She avoided him for the rest of the day. But that night, as she cleaned the study, she found something. A black notebook, half-buried under a pile of folders. Inside, dates. Payments. Names. Including her father’s. One name was underlined in red. "Project 5B : Initiated by A.D." She blinked. Her breath caught.

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

President Blossom said, not only was she still insisting on the friendship part which was rather too confusing for Lindsey, she was also addressing her informally. "If you know we are friends then there is no need to call me President Blossom or President De Lamore, just call me Blossom," President Blossom added with a smile on her face. Lindsey stared at her for a while, she was beautiful and had purple eyes which she wasn't sure if it was natural or contact lenses. "Too bad, girl's body doesn't excite her no matter how good it is," Lindsey thought.

"The first step toward your boyfriend's redemption awaits." At the top of the stairs, I nod at the lady in blue and turn toward the large cabin. On the table, arranged in a secured vase, is a bouquet of beautiful pink and red flowers. There are all different kinds: roses, lilies, carnations, and daisies. It's stunning. It doesn't seem right. I mean, surely Buchanan and Willis Pharmaceuticals doesn't normally have fresh flowers on all their flights. I look from the flowers to Duncan, silently questioning.

She looked toward the window. The flowers were different. The four glowing red blossoms — the ones that had pulsed gently for weeks, always four, no more — had changed. There were six now. Two new petals had unfurled overnight. Quietly. Without warning. She blinked, breath catching. The fifth looked newer, less confident in its shape, but the sixth… The sixth pulsed stronger than the others. Brighter. And underneath that red light, the glass of the window had started to fog.

She looked toward the window. The flowers were different. The four glowing red blossoms — the ones that had pulsed gently for weeks, always four, no more — had changed. There were six now. Two new petals had unfurled overnight. Quietly. Without warning. She blinked, breath catching. The fifth looked newer, less confident in its shape, but the sixth… The sixth pulsed stronger than the others. Brighter. And underneath that red light, the glass of the window had started to fog.