Unscramble Blossoms Novels & Stories

Her hair fanned out in the wind in layers like tentacles and blood trickled down her eyes as she spoke in nothing but echoes. "A blooming rose attracts two maidens. The scent of it shall cause the cherry blossoms to flourish and the Belladonna to wither. Love will find one and break the other. You, Alexios Rose, shall be the architect of all their undoing."

They were red and shiny like jewels, reflecting the sunlight that came through the trees. Elara noticed the flowers too and recognized them. She turned to me and said, "Scarlett, look at these flowers. They're called Crimson Bloom. They can help heal wounds and injuries." I was curious and moved closer to see the beautiful Crimson Bloom. The petals were soft like velvet, and the stem had small thorns for protection. It seemed strong and alive, capturing my attention. "Tell me more, Elara," I asked with genuine interest. "How do these flowers help with healing?"

Rei said. “That could be the way to expel your friends, leaving them here.” Tris pulled his phone out to call Kyle. “We are with the twins. Rei is talking about another blossom he saw when they were last here. Is there any way we can use it to get Shyfter and Anaki out of them and keep them here?” Tris asked in a hushed tone. “What did the other blossom look like?” Artemis asked. “The 2 we had were more white and red, the 3rd blossom was the complete opposite, more red than white.” Rei replied.

“I should get back.” “Thanks,” she said, meaning it. 🌿 A Note at Dusk Exhausted, Minnie locked the center doors and stepped outside. On her car door was a small bouquet of wildflowers and a note tucked underneath: I could fix things forever if you would just let me. Her heart stuttered. She scrunched up the note, hesitation burning in her chest—but then slid it into her bag. She took a deep breath of the cooling night air. When will this end? she thought. But for now—she wasn’t ready to find out.

"Like the princess, tea, or flower?" I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, a smile growing on my face. "The flower. Why do you—why do you call me Bloom?" Zac shrugged lightly, looking out the window. "I assumed it was the flower. Blooming—as flowers do." I inhaled sharply. I was—flattered, I think. Confused. I didn't think Zac was someone who would put thought into a nickname. It—kind of made my heart tug. It was—just more thoughtful than I would have imagined Zac to be.