18th Roses Novels & Stories

Instead, her hands stayed on her face, caressing and nibbing. ‘How did she get to this? She remembered insulting the man in white at the burial ceremony of her best friend. His beauty hypnotized her at first. His prominent cheekbones and chiseled jaw had trapped her eyes in them. His silver glistening eyes devoured her own eyes, making it hard to look away.’

Claec's gentle hand had reached over to pet through her overflowing and untamed brown locks, and those warm eyes landed on her again, "What is your favorite flower, lil miss?" She had hesitated. "I like…" She bit her lip, trying to think, but only one answer came to mind, "roses." Claec had liked those best, and roses reminded her of… Warm eyes. An amused chuckle hit her ears, "Red ones?" "No." The lie escaped her mouth without a hitch. SCRATCH.

Getting back on my feet, I made my way towards the bath where a few other maids were waiting for me already as the intoxicating smell of roses became a part of the atmosphere. I got out of the bath smelling myself as the sharp scent of roses had deeply penetrated my skin. Water dripped down my fair skin as I stood up and walked away from the bath. When I was done with everything, I saw a maid bringing an extravagant light pink gown which had white butterflies and flowers decorated all over the bodice as the skirt was quite puffy and pretty. I noticed that Mrs.Hanzah tied the corset a bit tighter than usual. My hair was styled into a formal braided bun as I looked marvelous. Walking towards t

said Rose. “I know! Why is this wedding that was fixed on a whim so grand?” asked Seth. “I… I don’t know!” replied Rose, stunned. Red was her favourite colour. Her father had made sure that she always had rose plants in the garden. They both loved tending to roses together. When Lucas fell ill, Ursa and Vanessa made sure they uprooted every rose plant. Vanessa hated roses because they made her jealous. Rose was the Woolridge princess, and she was not. So, why was the whole hall decorated with every variety of rose there was?

Ada's manager wondered aloud worriedly. "I remember you like the gothic style, Ada. How about black roses?" Alyssa suggested with a grin. "Black roses?" Ada squealed in excitement. "We decorated the previous venue with ten tons of red roses. We don't have time to redecorate everything, but switching to Essagerian black roses would be easy." Ada's face was glowing. She had liked Alyssa's first event proposal, but this second one was her dream wedding. Black roses were symbols of mystery, desire, and possession. The symbolism was unique, cool, and romantic.

I saw a deep red rose under my hand. A Cadenza rose? But where did it come from? I picked it up and held it close to my nose and sniffed the fragrant flower. “Mm!” I sat up and looked around me. The entire bed was covered with a couple hundred roses in many varieties. I felt my jaw drop in total surprise. Several I recognized immediately by their coloring and pattern like the Chestnut Rose, Enchantress and especially the Setina which was one of my favorites. I picked up several more and made a small bouquet, pressing their soft petals to my face, inhaling their sweet aroma. My favorite scent!

He stayed in the car and waited. Holding a bouquet of white roses, Daisy slowly walked through rows of gravestones until she stopped in front of the one tucked away in the farthest corner. The stone bore only Dario's name and the years of his birth and death. In the photograph, he had on a black suit. His distinct features were exactly the same as the first time Daisy had met him. She placed the white roses in front of the gravestone and stood there silently for a long time. Finally, she said softly, "When I said I wouldn't forgive you, I meant it. But I don't hate you anymore either. Rest in peace."

Since she came here, Augustus was casually touching her without noticing her being uncomfortable. “Hmm, Do you know what jasmine symbolize?” He sniffed her unique smell and asked while breathing warmly on her neck. “Yes, it symbolizes love, beauty and purity. It sometimes symbolizes the value of modesty too.” She told him proudly. “It seemed like you know about flowers a lot or is this your favorite one?” Augustus asked in amusement. His hot breath tickled her. She tried to stop the surge of pushing him away and calmly replied, “ No... my favorite is rose... Oh I mean was actually.” She lowered her head in embarrassment. How could rose would still be her favorite?

The delivery personnel announced loudly, “These roses are from Mr. Samuel Hayes of the Hayes Group, sent to Miss Cynthia Rivera to congratulate her on the successful completion of her debut film.” Samuel Hayes, the young master of the Hayes Group, sent these roses to celebrate Miss Cynthia's first film project. Thalia was the first to excitedly scream, “Young Master Hayes has sent roses! How romantic!” Fanny followed, exclaiming, “Oh my gosh, I love the crimson roses! They’re so beautiful.” The delivery personnel continued to transport roses back and forth, creating a continuous flow. Before long, the entire set was covered in roses. The sweet fragrance of the roses filled the air, their red

He replied and waved it in the air. Aiden smiled. “Okay what do we have to do?!.” He asked. “We need a black rose, one hundred candles each with a different color. A blue rose and …” “Liam, hold up!!. Black roses don't exist!.” Helios said. “Neither does blue!!.” Marshal and Aiden said. “The exist!, the black roses Yennefer used are substitutes, she used the blood of a…” “A what?!.” They asked him. “A Brachiopods!.”