The Bloom At Braddock Novels & Stories

How did it get there? Rain stared down at the rose she had found by her bedside the second the woke up. The scent drifting in the air and causing her to smile. It reminded her of her time in the cabin and Rain didn’t realize how much she missed waking up to the comforting scent of roses until this one was brought to her. Rain silently wondered with a smile, would they still let her go back to the cabin or did Alexander plan to have her stay in the mansion permanently?

(Third Person’s POV) In a luxurious restaurant, a beautiful lady is silently sipping her tea while glancing at the scenery outside. It’s already spring and the flowers are slowly blossoming. The trees sway elegantly to the breeze of the wind, making the scenery harmonious to look at. This tranquillity was interrupted when a young handsome man took a seat in front, blocking the great view. The lady blinked her eyes twice and looked at the man sitting in front. “Oh, you’re here, President Lu.”

Few minutes later. They all made it to Ryan's Party. Everything was running smoothly, and people were having a goodnight. Hey Babe am going outside for some fresh air Mary told 💬 Michael. Michael pecked his girl on cheeks, and she stepped outside. As Mary was just strolling on the street to get a little sober, And then the unexpected happened before her 👀 eyes; 🤔thinking it was a watermelon someone just dropped on the ground. As she came a little bit closer to see it clearer, and then saw something horrible😱 that she nearly fainted.

To think that this entire land was ninety nine percent private property. Eric McCoy's haven—the place Diana McCoy's ensconced herself in a real cage... For a dead man. I know I'm the last she'd want to think this way. I laughed at myself. I don't ever see Zeeflora Karter falling in love. Does it really turn you mad in the beautiful ways? I checked on her from the rear view mirror, but she was just there. The front gate requires an eye scan which she gave. I drove into the large compound, the fountain in the middle of it was dried up, just a sculpted cherub holding a bowl toward the fountain.

“If you’re reading this, it means you’ve found the truth. Esteban can be trusted. He’s your only ally. Protect him. The future depends on it.” Her father’s handwriting. Before she could react, the wall behind Esteban exploded inward, sending them both crashing to the floor. Smoke poured in, and shadows loomed in the haze. Gunfire. Esteban shoved her behind the overturned desk. "Run!" "Not without you!" "They’ll kill you!" She kissed him, fast and fierce, then slipped the folder into her apron and sprinted for the bookcase. Shots whizzed past her, one grazing her arm. She cried out but didn’t stop.

She didn't sell anything. People online had started posting photos. Hashtags like #CrimsonSprawl and #RootSignal were trending. Someone claimed the flowers had shown up inside a locked train car. Another said they'd seen a stranger with no reflection. In the middle of sorting inventory, her phone vibrated with a new alert. CITY ALERT: UNREGISTERED PLANT GROWTH ZONES IDENTIFIED — STAY CLEAR OF BLOOM SITES Her heart slammed once against her ribs, then stayed suspended.

Riverbourne, Calvia. Bruce hit the rose garden at dawn—only to find a field of ash. The gardener was sweeping up nearby and looked up. "Mr. Jerkinson? You're up early." Bruce stormed over. "What the hell happened? Where are the roses?" He yanked the guy by the collar. "I was gone a few months. You torch them or something? Do you even know what those meant to Suri? What I put into them?" "Easy, sir! It wasn't us—your wife told us to clear them out. She lit the fire herself."

When that first snowflake kissed their daughter's nose, her eyes went wide with the magic of it all. Holly's gaze drifted to a corner of the street. There was a figure she knew, looking all kinds of down on his luck. His hair had not surrendered to gray, but his frame was bent. As if he had been worn down by life. He caught Holly's eye and thought about bolting, but his bum leg nearly sent him tumbling. He instinctively covered his face with his hands. Holly was suddenly hit by the memory of the feud that had erupted between the Hoffman and Porter families years ago.

BLOOM The next morning, Grey and I set out for Montrose Pack after receiving news of a rogue attack. Upon our arrival, I was shocked at the sight we met. The rogues' attack had completely brought down the place. They left nothing standing. They had left so many survivors. Tears filled my eyes as I looked around. While this place had never been a home to me, it was still where I grew up and spent most of my life in, so it left me feeling broken.

"This is—wow." Zac chuckled softly. "My grandfather was a big reader. He quoted literature as if he were a human book himself." I turned to look at Zac, my eyes lit up. "Zac, this is amazing." Zac shrugged nonchalantly, smiling. "I thought you'd like it." He walked over to one wall, skimming the shelves until he pulled out a book. "I wanted you to have this." I looked at the book he held out for me to take. It was called "Bloom" by Kelle Hampton. I smiled at the title, meeting his eyes. "Wha—but why?"