18th Roses Novels & Stories

The scent of roses clung to the air, thick and sweet, but there was nothing gentle in the garden where Serenya had been cast. The blossoms were not flowers at all—at least not natural ones. Their crimson petals shone faintly under moonlight, shimmering with a sheen like wet blood. Their thorns were long, curved like hooks, and when she reached too close to push aside a vine, it snapped forward, drawing a line of red across her wrist.

’ [We must ensure these roses are at their best next week] ‘Il Don insiste che il bouquet da sposa ha 24 rose bianche, 4 rose gialle e 4 rose di pesca. Vedete che questi sono perfetti, li proteggiamo anche per le asole da uomo.‘ [The Don insists the bridal bouquet has 24 white roses, 4 yellow roses and 4 peach roses. See these are perfect, we protect these for the men’s buttonholes too.]

He takes over the pack 2 days after I turn 18. "I would love that. With all this Alpha Training, I haven't been able to spend time with my favorite girl." He smiled down at me, with his famous side smile. Goddess, it made my heart flutter. We walked hand in hand down the hallways of our high school. Graduation was tomorrow, and I couldn't be happier. As we were walking, I noticed one of the she-wolfs from our pack give Mason a seductive smile, which he returned. I stopped after she passed us, and looked up at him.

I didn’t ask more questions and trusted Trevor completely. After a few minutes, we stepped into a clearing bathed in soft morning light. My breath hitched as I took in the sight before me. A field of red roses stretched out like a sea of crimson, but these weren’t ordinary roses. Each delicate petal had silver markings, shimmering softly under the sunlight, as if kissed by moonlight itself. I gasped. “Trevor… these are…” “The legendary red roses of Silver Rose Pack. The locals called it Silvermarked Roses,” he said gently.

The roses in the Vitale garden are not red. They are black baccara—a deep, velvety burgundy that looks like dried blood in the midday sun. I am on my knees in the dirt. It is part of the penance. Part of the show. I am wearing the grey uniform, stained at the knees with soil. My hands are gloved in rough canvas, holding a pair of heavy shears. Snip. I cut a deadhead from the bush. It falls to the ground, shriveled and brown.

* I came out of my memory with a tear rolling down my cheek, I quickly wiped it away. I was sitting in my desk chair because of course I'm at the club. I looked at my phone one more time, looking at my little roses profile. I made a promise to her right then and now, I will protect you this I can promise. Knowing how close she is to my club which has cameras all over it, I watched them very closely to make sure she was not harmed by the man that killed my dad.

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

The villainess. The plot of *The Prince's Rose* crashed over her. Prince Alexander, the golden-haired, stoic heir, destined to fall for Sophia Bellweather, the kind-hearted, orphaned daughter of a minor baron. And Lady Vivian? The Duke’s spoiled, ruthless daughter, obsessed with Alexander, engaged to him through political maneuvering. She would stop at nothing to eliminate Sophia – slander, sabotage, even attempted murder. Her actions would ultimately lead to her public disgrace, her engagement broken, her family ruined, and her exile to a desolate convent… before a mysterious, fatal "accident" befell her carriage on the journey. The readers had cheered at her downfall.

Leaning down, he offered his hand to bring her up. Rose looked at the offered hand longingly, debating if she should follow the rules or just have fun… as the boy started to wiggle his fingers she grasped his hand and jumped up onto the side of the fence panel. The ladies were all so engrossed in ogling the soldiers and their muscles that no one noticed her for once and she could at last have some real fun! Giving the boy her attention, Rose introduced herself; “thank you for helping me get a better view young sir, I do love watching! My name is Rose Duncaster, heiress to this manor.”

And as usual when I get up from bed I get the urge to vomit but thanks to Dadi I have now remedy for it. I brush my teeth, wash up and get ready in royal blue and pink colored lehenga and wear simple jewelry and the necklace which Rudra gifted me in Parvatha. I eat some amla from one of the box to control my nausea a bit as I go to ring the bell to call Hira. But before I can do that Rudra comes in the room and he has a single red rose in his hand. He looks at me with sweetest smile and comes towards me.