Violet Bloom の小説・ストーリー

Noa sees the jasmine building across the way and has been working on understanding it for two weeks — the particular green against the stone, the occasional movement of something in the wind. On a Saturday morning in late March, Valentina carries them both to the window — one on each arm, which she has been doing with the practiced ease of someone whose body learned quickly how to be in two places simultaneously — and shows them the Gràcia street below. The Saturday morning doing what Saturday mornings do: the bakery with the queue that has been forming at the same time since before she arrived in this apartment. The plane trees in their early-spring state, leaves returning in the specific s

I stared at the ceiling, "I can talk to him for hours about literally nothing and not get bored. His laugh that he doesn't show a lot, it's deep and beautiful and his eyes light up when he's genuinely laughing. He calls me Bloom like it's my real name and it makes me feel special to him because he's the only one who can call me that otherwise it won't feel right. Every time he stands so close to me and I just feel like I'm going to melt. He cares about me so much, he'll hardly let me drive alone and will give me a ride even if I have my car. He always makes sure I get home safe. When he gets bored while I'm trying to tutor him and starts throwing random things like erasers or pillows or chip

I was beyond confused and so was Grayson. "No! That's impossible!" Alpha exclaimed to the Luna. Getting up to join her at the bookshelf where she was looking for some book. "Will someone tell us what is going on?!" Grayson could see I was anxious and he was to. "Oh yes." The Luna stops what she was doing and looked over at me and Emma. She walked towards us and pulled up a chair next to Emma. "Emma. The reason you have this special power is because of the Violet Moon. The Violet Moon, is the one night every decade when the Moon Goddess visits her chosen one and chooses the next one. It's a way for her to see our world. A chosen one is a wolf with immense beauty. Beauty more than anyone can e

she demanded eagerly. "If you want. Violet and poppies in the early spring. Daisies in the fall. Roses and thistle in the summer. And in late spring, I'd bring you the harebells that grow in the hills hereabouts. Blue harebells the exact same blue as your eyes." Eleanor knew that she was risking her heart, but she couldn't resist the temptation of being with him. She wanted nothing more than to give in to his advances, yet she couldn't ignore the nagging voice in her head.

"That explains why your aura is different, there's something... layered about you." "Can you help me or not?" I questioned again, this time I'm becoming intense. "That depends." Violet pulled out a small vial from her bag, inside of it was a shimmering liquid that seemed to change colors. "Do you know what Lila is planning at the ceremony?"

Oblivious to her charm, the woman with red hair and violet eyes continued to pluck flowers. “Drip by drip, your blood will stain. I'll wear your pain like silk and chain,” Violet finished the last verse of the song as she plucked the last poison flower and dropped it into her basket with a pleased smile. With the task complete, she pivoted on her heels, the hem of her gown sweeping against the grass as she made her way back to the hut. The teasing sway of her delicate curves and the graceful arch of her spine held a temptation that not even a monk could resist.

Soren's eyes widened in amusement. He watched Violet glance at the other plants and herbs too. "Not just Fang Plant... I know about all of these. This one here is wolfsbane. This is starlight moss. This one is Moonbane. Luminbloom. Cold Cryson and this last one is the Valkiren flower." She finished and looked up at Soren to find the color of his face turning yellow in amazement. "How do you... It's fantastic, Violet. Very good." He patted her head like a kitten's. "You didn't go to school when these were being taught. How did you learn about them."

Julian’s eyes wandered to a clothing store next door that was opening the same day. [First Bloom] Julian looked at the sign twice. When he looked inside the window, he froze. A slender, graceful figure stood behind the counter. He stared in shock. Someone behind him nudged him impatiently. He snapped out of it and ran forward.

Violet paused, she looked around us, "Or rather I should follow you." Violet began to pour diesel on herself, "Huh? What are you doing," I yelled, if she is out to kill herself then she will kill me too. "You know, Madison I really did love you," Violet threw the empty gallons to the side, "You are like a beautiful flower and I'm a dangerous Storm, do you know what happens when a storm takes place?" Why was she asking this, this wasn't the time for this, was this her dying statement? "It destroys the flower, maybe it was wrong for us to meet," Violet pecked my forehead.

"I don't want the grape vines to die." I pitied these vines, which seemed worthless to outsiders. I pitied myself too, who seemed worthless to outsiders. At midnight, Kash sent me home. I stood in the yard for a long time. There were many flowers planted here, almost all of which Jeffrey liked. I picked these flowers in turn and packed them. The tulip was planted after Jeffrey saw the wonderful colors it had. The Daisy, representing purity and love, was brought back by Jeffrey after watching a ballet performance. The Sunflower, with its vitality, was given by Jeffrey when he went to the amusement park.