18th Roses Novels & Stories

‘I have, we knew each other since we were fourteen, he always came to my house on this same month and day so no one would notice’. Suddenly the door opened and a beautiful girl with silver hair came in. ‘Alfred are…’ Chevy looked at Nara angrily ‘you didn’t close the fuckin door’ ‘I’m sorry’ Nara apologizes. ‘Alfred are you okay’ ivory asked as she ran to Alfred bed and held his hand tightly with worry in her eyes. Nara looked at ivory, she threw seeds out of her bag, the seeds grew into thorns and rapidly approached ivory with the help of Nara.

Come and see. I put the pencil down. I came to see. The roses were the specific pink that Catherine had selected with the eye she brought to the garden, not the commercial pink but the older variety, the kind that had a complexity to the color, deeper at the center and lighter at the edge. Two of them open, with the third still closed but clearly imminent. Catherine was looking at them from her chair. She said, when I came to stand beside her: there they are. I said: yes.

"It says the bond strengthens gradually, culminating in the final ritual." Lilly looked between Kenny and Axel, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. "On my eighteenth birthday." Alpha Mick spoke again, “I don’t think the Moon Roses that you have on your three are any normal Moon Rose. I think they’re are one that with loose their petals slowly like some kind of count down.” The three young wolves looked down at their Moon Roses with newfound wonder. Each blossom seemed to pulse with its own inner light, as if alive in some impossible way. "A countdown?" Lilly whispered, gently touching one of the delicate petals. "Until what?"

Patrick went downstairs and met Irene at garden, she was planting some seeds and transplanting some flowers. "Do you need help with that Mrs Ross?? Patrick asked as he rolled up his sleeves. "I wouldn't mind some help." Irene said with a smile Unlike her husband Kel, Irene loved to know people before she judged if they were good or bad. Patrick helped her plant some more seeds, watered some flowers and then removed some weeds. They really didn't do much, The Rosses already had a gardener but Irene still loved to do some gardening once in a while.

And as Martinez stepped into the dark foyer, the heavy, suffocating scent of expensive, sweet floral perfume hit my nose, completely masking the smell of the night. Seraphina’s perfume. Martinez stopped dead in his tracks, his entire body turning into a solid block of ice beneath me as he stared into the dark, empty house.

Lucky Red was loud and crowded, and Rome wished he hadn’t bothered to come out at all. Even after a couple of beers, he wasn’t feeling any more relaxed. “Would you lighten up?” Mark urged him. “Come on, man. Rosa’s looking hot tonight. She keeps smiling at you, and you’ve only got eyes for your beer.”

Lаmеntіng that ѕhе might nоt еvеr ароlоgіzе оr make реасе wіth her sister. I ѕроttеd headlights іn thе distance coming at uѕ. As іt аррrоасhеd, thе vеhісlе flаѕhеd іtѕ lіghtѕ and ѕtорреd. It was a whіtе 1960 Rоllѕ-Rоусе Phantom V White Lіmоuѕіnе. Thе rear раѕѕеngеr dооr ореnеd аnd my sweet Rose ѕtерреd оut bеfоrе thе сhаuffеr соuld exit the vehicle to hеlр her. Bеfоrе I соuld think, Clarette rushed раѕt mе crying оut her ѕіѕtеr'ѕ nаmе. I wа tсhеd thеm еmbrасе, Rоѕе nоw ѕtаrtіng to cry as wеll. Thе clean, cold rain washed over thеm, added to thеіr tears, kееріng them ѕаfе.

He stood beside it, tall and imposing, holding a bouquet of flowers. They were roses—grey matcha forest roses, fresh and elegant, their muted green hues striking yet understated. They suited him perfectly. I stood frozen, watching as he approached. When he handed me the bouquet, his voice was soft, almost tentative. "Are you still angry about the flowers?" I took the roses, my throat tightening. My eyes stung as I lowered my head to inhale their delicate scent. When I looked up at him, I forced a smile, my lips curving despite the ache in my chest.

“Uhm… oh, I meant I have things to do, so I don’t have a particular day.” Just then, I immediately walked out the door, heading down through the elevator, It was almost 12 AM, and Rose would take over her body soon, I had only a limited time to enjoy myself. FUCK!! I took a cab and went back home, sneaking inside quietly, I didn’t want that bitch’s parents asking useless questions but fortunately or unfortunately the motherfucking asshole of their daughter Rose couldn’t wait, taking over her body before I could even drop my bag. And yeah… Rose is finally in charge now. Watch her do her thing.

Anthony thought of that as his gaze hardened. He had asked for the Halfeti roses to be air-flown from Turkey to decorate Skyview Tower’s top floor. It was a type of natural black rose that had a rather matte surface. It was bold yet stunning, very similar to Charmine’s temperament. Furthermore, the Halfeti roses were only available in Halfeti, Turkey, and they would only bloom in midsummer before going out of season by autumn. The ones he prepared were a Turkish lab’s gems from their lab, far more impressive than Waverly’s White Camellias.