A Ruin Of Roses Novels & Stories

Since then, Theo and I have had numerous arguments. There was a time I wandered into the garden and was captivated by the roses, heavy with blooms. Red roses are my weakness, and they were so vibrant and full that I couldn't resist picking a few. It was too late when the gardener stopped me, warning that I'd be in trouble because those roses were off-limits. He told me they had belonged to Theo’s late mother, planted in her memory, and he had forbidden anyone from picking them.

Some girls waved and flashed their tits at me to try to get my attention but I didn't look their way twice. I was in no fucking mood tonight and the last thing I wanted was some crazy fucking bimbo clinging to me. The night breeze hit my skin as I stepped out from the building, pulling out a cigarette stick and lighting it, taking a large drag from it and puffing out the smoke. It seemed to calm me down a bit. “Still game for the race with the Locardis tomorrow night?” Rowan asked. “Midnight?” I asked, verifying the time while taking another drag of smoke.

The winter roses were in full bloom, their petals glowing silver under the moon, frost edging their thorns like delicate lace. Liera gasped as they stepped into the clearing. “Wow… I had only heard of them. Never seen them.” The frozen roses stretched before them, their blooms perfect and ethereal, silver frost sparkling on every petal. The garden was a hidden jewel of Ravencrest, a place few were allowed to enter. Ryke had come here often when the weight of his duties grew too heavy. Now, he watched Liera as she stepped closer, her green eyes wide with wonder, fingers reaching out to touch a bloom without disturbing the frost.

When we first met, she tried to talk to me countless times but I just ignore her but then i liked her company so we just naturally bonded. Oh God!! Please send an Angel to keep me company, i'm dying of boredom. "You read shakespeare?". I groaned at sound of that voice. Why does it have to be Jacey Carter. "I can tell you are happy to see me". He said sarcastically taking a seat beside me. Oh God!! Out of the Angels available, you just had to send the stupid one. He picked up one of the books. "So Romeo and Juliet huh? Drastic ending".

“That woman… she didn’t just ruin my life before. Now she wants to destroy my work, too.” --- That night, Rosemary sat alone in her studio. The ruined fabric still lay on the table, its black stains like scars etched into her heart. Her phone rang. Adrian. She stared at the screen for a long moment before answering, her voice icy. “What do you want, Adrian?” “I heard… there was a problem with the fabric for your new collection.” Adrian’s voice wavered. “Rose, is it true?” Rosemary was silent, then answered bitterly. “Yes, it’s true. The fabric is ruined. And I know who did it.”

"Crawl." He didn't need to say more. She knew what he wanted. Shaking, she crawled the few feet toward him, the mud soaking through the knees of her pants, every inch a movement of pure degradation. She reached his boots, her hand trembling as she pulled the cold, familiar diamond ring from her finger. She held it up to him. He plucked it from her fingers as if taking a piece of trash. Then, with a grunt of disgust, he shoved his hand against her shoulder, pushing her face-first into the dirt.

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.

"Can't say I blame you. Cross cuts an impressive figure." My face went hot. Blazing hot. "That's not—I wasn't—" I stammered. "It's fine." He chuckled. "Half the women in New York have that same photo saved on their phones. Hell, probably half the men too." I snatched the phone back. "I wasn't looking at it. My friend was showing me something and I got distracted and I'm really sorry about running into you—" "No harm done." He glanced down at the shattered jar. "Well, except to the marinara sauce. That didn't make it."

As I passed Leo's room, the door was open, his bed neatly made, the air inside smelling of cedar and laundry detergent. I kept walking. The library was a wash of autumn colors, the trees exploding in shades of red and gold against the grey sky. The air was crisp and cool, carrying the scent of fallen leaves and the distant promise of snow. I found a bench near the science building, pulling my jacket tighter around me. The octopus pendant was a warm weight against my chest, a secret I carried with me. My phone buzzed again. Jax: So, random question. Have you ever been to the aquarium in Milwaukee?

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