Unscramble Blossoms Novels & Stories

I clenched my hands tighter as the pain in my palm seared. … I had no idea how long we walked for. The sun seemed to have climbed to its peak. I was finally allowed to remove the blindfold. Before me stretched a winding, narrow path that ended in a bottomless cave. Beside it stood a towering, ancient tree. Its scent of osmanthus drifted even from afar. The villagers said the tree had absorbed the essence of countless Blossom Brides. That was what made it so tall and fragrant. When we were thirty feet away from the cave, the procession abruptly stopped.

"Adrianna, to me, you are the most precious thing in this world." "Here," he said, his tone changing as he momentarily let go of me to retrieve something. He pulled out a small, elegant jewelry box. "I have something for you." "What is this?" I asked. When I opened the box, I had to catch my breath. Inside lay the newly released Ocean's Embrace diamond bracelet, a collaboration piece by Kairos Jewels. It featured 108 diamonds arranged to mimic stars circling the moon, each stone sparkling with an intense brilliance.

“What on earth has gotten into your brain, Blossom?!” Blossom puts on a choked, crying voice. “I just never thought… that these little wild rascals could scrub up so beautifully on the furs! Sniff, sniff. No, no, this won’t do for my screen. My hands need a selfie right now, my fingers need to blow up the digital network, I am gonna be the brightest star of the night!” Saying those fast words, her body cozies up to the three little tykes and her phone goes totally snap-happy, taking dozens of digital photos in rapid succession. Her fingers post four big updates back-to-back on the network grid.

It was as if she held an intimate connection with the blooms, an unspoken language that flowed effortlessly between them. Nesta’s transformation not only extended to her appearance but also to her spirit. Erdem sensed a newfound determination radiating from her being as if she had blossomed into her true self. He marvelled at the way her eyes sparkled with a renewed passion, reflecting the vibrant hues of the flowers that surrounded her.

“Do you smell it?” My frown deepened. “What nonsense are you blabbering about? Have you lost your mind?” He turned his head away from me, doing that weird sniffing thing. “The whole palace needs to be rid of moonveil blossom.” Moonveil blossom. There was nothing like that planted anywhere on my grounds. “I think you have officially lost it and you better pray to the goddess that I don’t lose my shit.” “Who put this flower here?” He motioned to the discard bouquet. “Whoever put this here is bathed in the moonveil blossom.”

Started to chill a little. Today was Julie's discharge day. On the way out of the hospital, Bruce grabbed a bouquet from a florist. Julie grinned, reaching for the bouquet. "More roses? You're seriously still this sweet?" Bruce shifted it away. "They're not for you. Suri loves white roses. Haven't seen her in days. She might be upset... thought these might help." Julie's hand hung there, then dropped like dead weight. She pressed her lips tight, eyes flickering with something ugly. "Figures. She's a woman too—gotta keep her feelings in check, right?"

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.

But the smell; burning fabric, plastic, flesh, hit her like déjà vu. She stumbled back, chest heaving. Not again. From the hallway came a final, echoing scream, and then the unmistakable crackle of fire.

(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.”

"Good evening! How can I assist you today again?" Liam mustered a small smile and gestured toward the array of flowers before him. "I'd like to create a special bouquet for someone. A bouquet that says 'I'm sorry' and 'I care.'" The florist nodded understandingly. "Of course. Let me help you choose the perfect combination." She walked alongside Liam, pointing out different flowers and explaining their meanings. They picked roses, symbolizing love and affection, as the base of the arrangement, representing Liam's heartfelt emotions towards Rose.