18th Roses Novels & Stories

Marco drove into the gates of La Rosa Nera. The club's neon lights cast an eerie shadow over everything they touched. The club's pathway was a spectacle to behold. An archway adorned with beautiful black roses that resonated with the name of the club, La Rosa Nera (The Black Rose). The petals of these gorgeous flowers glittered and danced under the night sky. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and a fading sensation of danger that lingered.

He had only watched her from behind earlier, so he didn’t realize she was cutting the British Roses. “They smell really nice too. I didn’t know roses could have such a lovely fragrance.” He grew even more panicked when he saw the basket. Not only British Roses, but also Julia Roses, Grasshopper Roses, Madame Caroline Testout, Bourbon Roses, and even Blue Roses. All of those were Mawar’s treasured collection—rare types with very high value. “Aren’t they all super pretty?” Elizabeth smiled while sniffing the rose gently. Doctor John nodded with a stiff smile. Whatever trouble she might get into, he had already decided he would protect her.

So if I disobeyed his orders I’m sure he would know. A few moments after the speech, the program began. Unlike the usual there are many, there is only one include that is complete and that is the eighteen roses, where there are eighteen boys who will give me red roses and then dance. I do not know who I can dance with at eighteen roses except daddy. The giving of eighteen roses to daddy began. When daddy came to me, the other lights were spun off and the spotlight was on me and daddy. Daddy took me down to the stage and here we started dancing while I was holding a red rose he gave me.

Right now there were sitting with the florist and Svetlana was sitting with a serious face, scrolling through a fashion magazine while Ashley and Juana were bickering again like 8-years-olds. "The wedding decor will be Rose Boule De Neige with Rosa 'Ingrid Bergman'. Rose Boule De Neige is an old rose with a rich fragrance. simple yet elegant." Juana said to the florist while wedding designer started scribbling. Ashley dramatically gasped and the wedding designer pen stilled on the note pad, "Of course not! It has to be Rose White Parfum De Provence with various colours of lilies. These roses are a classic hybrid tea rose with a powerful perfume. Unique and vibrant!"

And I feel her hand relax already in my hand and she is no longer struggling to free herself, simply sitting with her fingers spread and interspersed between my fingers. "I would love to live in a place like this. Our pack has suffered so much in recent years that in trying to rebuild what was destroyed after each attack we have not had time to make room for beauty. " and I see her approaching a bush of roses “This rose is splendid!” says Cath, approaching a bush of delicate and fragrant roses. "Yeah, and I know this rose, because it's my mother's favorite. We also have it in the royal pack. His name is "Lady of Shalott" "I tell her as I break a rose.

Ares clarified. "Ah, I understand, Sir," the saleswoman acknowledged, her initial exuberance giving way to professional composure as she turned her attention to the assortment of blooms. "These white roses would be an impeccable choice," she recommended, prompting my curious eyebrow to arch. "Indeed?" Ares began to say, but before he could finish, I interjected. "Aren't white roses conventionally linked to marriage?" "Absolutely, Miss. White roses embody purity, innocence, and youthful charm. They are indeed fitting for a wedding, as you pointed out. Moreover, they symbolize a fresh start and an enduring love," the saleswoman explained, her smile inviting a measured nod of approval from me.

A few wide-open creamy roses were added to each arched hedge as decoration. The Dusk Roses on the right, though, caught my attention the most. It was crammed with fully bloomed-red roses. Some were late crimson like the first glass of wine you drank in the morning, some were velvety scarlet like a medieval old-fashioned dress you wore, some were seductive red like the apple in the garden of Eden, and some were newly red like rouge on a girl who is waiting for her date. Augustine took my hand and stopped in front of the Dusk Roses, he ran his hand through my hair, and his blue eyes that shone under the moonlight stared at me, I almost assumed that he would say a vow in those roses' witness.

Red roses were for the living. Those who were still here. Those who remembered. Those who loved.

Well the rose is a symbol. There are six different types of roses used to propose to ladies in the glitz planet. The blue, black, white, Violet, yellow and red rose. The blue rose symbolize power, it is the most powerful rose a woman could ever get proposed to with. It is a symbol of the Aceland royal household! Only the emperor and his male sons are allowed to use it as a proposal token. The black rose belongs to the Crestland royalty which is also one of the most powerful provinces of glitz planet.

Silver roses bloom only for a week once every five years – their life spans are too short and too far apart but also far too sweet to be fully ignored. These flowers are like one’s childhood love – a memory that came too soon but rarely leaves. Tristal Mariana Andry, the Grand Duchess of the Noble House of Andry, sighed deeply. At age sixty and mostly bedridden, she had become more and more prone to melancholic spells, especially when it came to remembering her past. Today, she had been in reverie once more as she faced a seemingly daunting task. It was the first time she had been out of her room and in a party. It was also the first time in decades that she had chosen to speak to Caldwell a