Ten Miles Of Peach Blossoms Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

After about half an hour, the green road began to be replaced by flower gardens, Nina knew they were almost there. “Mom, there are so many flowers.” Lucas looked at the sea of ​​flowers through the glass window, his face excited. Pink peach blossoms were as numerous as clouds, white apricot blossoms were as numerous as dew. The entire hilltop seemed to be covered in the bright red color of azaleas, echoing in the deep hills was the chirping of birds, this was truly a paradise of flowers. The person who came to pick her up was a young man around seventeen or eighteen years old.

Her alleged partner never shows up with her in public. Her friend and car had not yet arrived, and she was still waiting. The moon was so gorgeous that she lost herself in its beauty as she moved forward, not realising that she had already passed behind the clubhouse. She snapped out of her moment and glanced around. The scenery was astounding. She stood with her back to the cherry blossoms. The moon shone brightly in the sky, and the ground was adorned with colorful fallen flowers. The opaque scene was beautiful. Turning, she reached out to pluck some flowers. She grinned more as she held the flower's delicate petals, which felt incredibly lovely.

Kiera took a deep breath, savoring the moment and feeling grateful for this peaceful escape from their hectic lives. Both of them lay lazily on the back of the blanket, their bodies a mere distance apart, looking up and cherishing the blossom falling down. As they lay there, Kiera couldn't help but notice the delicate fragrance of the cherry blossoms filling the air. It was as if nature itself had created a symphony of sights, sounds, and scents to soothe their souls.

Dear Reader, Thank you very much for being an awesome and supportive reader. I appreciate. I do hope you are enjoying the book? Please don't forget to vote for PEACHES AND BOTTLES. Do drop a review too, so I'll know your thoughts. Enjoy! Warm Regards, ❤️ Pinkie Alaha. CHAPTER SIXTEEN. Nigeria. Kim is in her bedroom. She is laying in bed crying, her dog playing with her hair, her laptop beside her. Jennifer walks in with breakfast; Porridge yam cooked with dry fish, uziza leaf and diced beef.

“And he listens. Don’t let that go unnoticed.” Her eyes met mine—hopeful, a little scared. “You think…?” “I think,” I said, gently, “sometimes people need a little nudge. But don’t rush it. Let it be slow, real. That’s what makes it last.” Zoe nodded slowly, a quiet blush rising in her cheeks. That evening, I walked home alone. The spring air had begun to soften. The sky blushed a slow pink behind glass towers. Somewhere, music played from a balcony above a bakery. The world was layered with little signs of life returning—mine included.

It is the one of the story behind her lonely figure. "You don't want to be abandoned again. Pain makes you a good writer I can see it." Peach finally look at Mourge whose looking at her with a proud smile. As Mourge reach her head to pat it a little, she feel assured. "I will talk to Sevastian tomorrow. No more running." I can't run forever knowing that he knew my secret. "That's my girl! Now what do we eat for Evening?" Ugh! -----------------------------------------------‐--------------------- This is it! Peach take a deep breath before entering the school's mini garden. As she walk slowly she can see how attractive Prince Caspian is while looking intently at his paint brush.

"Mommy. Flowers, look, fragrant." Many peach trees in the mansion's backyard were in full bloom this season, filling the air with a faint peach blossom fragrance. "Sure. Mommy will take Little Lemon to see the flowers." Mable put a hat on Lemon and then carried her to the garden. Sitting on the swing with Lemon in her arms, Mable looked at the surrounding peach blossom trees, lost in thought. The Muller Manor was large, with two separate cottages behind the peach forest. Since returning to the Muller family two years ago, she had not explored the entire estate.

Without this mountain to shield her, she would have died. Walking closer to her small, cozy cottage home, she feel a sudden sigh of relief. She can hear the waterfall and smell the crisp river in her nostrils. A massive peach blossom tree stood in front of her home. It was a beautiful and miraculous looking tree. The tree blossoms all year round and never withers away with the seasons.

Ten Days Later Briley Cross disconnected the burner cell phone and tossed it into her backpack; she stretched and glanced out the window at the emerging spring blooms and blossoms. She was still amazed that Pennsylvania was so mountainous – for some reason, she’d always thought that it was pancake-flat like its neighbor Ohio. The soaring peaks and rolling green hills were a pleasant surprise, one of the first that she’d had in a very long time. She’d always been attracted to contrasts, and the snowy, stern peaks looming over the lush, warm foliage was her idea of landscape heaven.

“It’s not possible,” Mac said quietly, standing at the edge of Hope’s garden, looking at the small oak sapling with its cluster of pale, impossible blossoms. “Oaks don’t flower in October. They barely flower at all in the traditional sense. Something else must be growing through it.”