18th Roses Novels & Stories

Chapter 84: Stella and Theodore The auntie tilted her head and shook her head, “I’m afraid we don’t have what you are looking for, young man. Roses came from the south while the flowers I sell all came from the local area. Transport is more expensive than the flower itself.” “I see.” “You must be a foreigner, right?” Oliver nodded his head. The auntie enthusiastically started chattering, “Although you are a foreigner, I am willing to tell you something. Roses are hard to come by so we sell white camellias. It is perfect if you’re giving it to your parents. They’ll surely love it.”

They seemed to express that I didn't want him anymore. Facing 50 acres of land, Jeffrey finally realized that I, like these departed roses, would not return. The roses had been given to another woman by him casually, and its owner would not return because of himself. I would no longer plant flowers for him. He would never see me holding roses and asking him, "The roses are ripe. When are we going to get married?" He realized that roses had feelings too. I was willing to be trapped in a greenhouse by him because of my love for him.

He throws my body onto his bed and I bounce for a second before his body is on me, his hardening length pressing into the spot between my legs. I try to twist my body and crawl away but Richard is immovable. “Stop!” I cry out, feeling sick to my stomach with fear. Richard forces my legs apart with his body and forces his hands beneath my short black dress. He grips my thighs hard, not enough to bruise as evidence he’d hurt me but just enough to make me feel pain. “Your bodies perfect, Rose. Even some of the female vampires couldn’t compare to you.” He opens a draw and to my horror he pulls out a pair of hand cuffs. Even with me struggling to escape, he managed to handcuff my wrists so they’r

The red rose, symbolizing love and passion, mirrored the fiery energy of their connection. Kaia, surprised and touched by Beau's whimsical move, accepted the rose with a radiant smile. The exchange added a unique and personal touch to their union, creating a moment that would forever be etched in the memories of all who witnessed it. The red rose, now a part of their shared narrative, became a poignant symbol of the spontaneity and romance woven into the fabric of their love story.

The irony hit hard. As we drove further in, we stopped in front of the second villa. I stepped out and gaped—it was the most beautiful one of all. Painted soft white and pastel pink, with tall glass windows gleaming under the afternoon sun. Inside, the living room took my breath away. Gold and blush accents framed the walls, and the air smelled faintly of vanilla—my favorite scent. What a coincidence, I thought. A woman, probably In her early fifties, appeared from what looked like the kitchen. She smiled gently and spoke quietly with the assistant. I barely listened, too overwhelmed to focus on their conversation.

Like I had the power of life and death. The third one, however, I did not allow to burn entirely but only the edge of the petals. Half red and half black. Roses on fire. Suddenly, I let out a hysterical laugh until my cousin walked into the office, perhaps brought on by the smell or even my outbursts. “What the hell are you doing, Rick?” “Killing them!” I replied, keeping my fanatical grin on my face. “Killing roses…” he repeated as he approached. “You okay, bro?”

If there's anything I know about our world, it's that the need to relive your victory is far too great that sometimes the majority toss away common sense just to have the opportunity to gloat. I hope this would be no different. I hope I would be knuckles deep in some bastard's stomach by this time tomorrow. The attendant shakes his head, his entire face covered in sweat as he looks at me and looks away repeatedly. Fucking pussy. Yet, I don't blame him. It isn't everyday one could see a member or even two of The Black Rose without dying afterwards. But then again, it isn't every time one sees a member of The Black Rose in a fucking freezer.

We ran towards the garden, I found myself chasing butterflies while my parents cheered excitedly. "Come. I want to show you something" Royce said and grabbed my hand, pulling me excitedly. We got to a lake and royce knelt down, pulling me down along with him. "Look Roselle, what do you see?" he asked,staring at out reflection in the water. I looked back at my reflection, surprised to see that I looked exactly as I did ten years ago, I hadn't even aged one bit. everything was just like it was before, perfect and peaceful. I completely forgot about pain and revenge.

She was a mystery, the only woman whose mind I couldn’t grasp, like the black rose that she was, the rare female humans who served the Vampires. Black Roses were the people we couldn’t compel to do our bidding. But they were loyal and their blood tasted good. As always, as Kate passed by the guests, she stood out. It was not because she was the only human among the blood-suckers in this party. It was the odd way she dressed herself. The Vampires were the ancient ones. Some, like me, had lived for hundreds of years. But no woman here had worn the clothes she wore, making her appear more ancient than the Vampires.

My heart starts racing. **** Xavier's POV "Rosaline is awake and is heading here now." I say watching Jarett's wife Kayleigh, who is the first ever female warrior, smile. She's been excited ever since told them. "Now continuing on, no one tells Rose that the party is also for her. I want it to be a surprise. Mom, I want you to take Rose out shopping today, get her anything she needs, clothes etc. Kayleigh, you may join them if you'd like." she smiles and nods at me.