Atlas Rose Novels & Stories

He held it up to the light, the delicate pen pressed between his fingers - light yet exquisite. "I like it", he turned, staring at the bouquet of blue roses, his gaze complicated. Dylan scratched his head, an awkward laugh escaping his lips. "That... the flower shop i contacted had ran out of chamomiles and only had those". Matthew inhaled, nodding slowly with a low hum. "Thanks" "It was nothing actually, just something that i had to do...out of courtesy", Dylan smiled, waving his hands lightly. They stared at each other silently for a while, neither having a word to say. After a moment, Dylan cleared his throat, his hands running through his thick, strands of hair.

How did it get there? Rain stared down at the rose she had found by her bedside the second the woke up. The scent drifting in the air and causing her to smile. It reminded her of her time in the cabin and Rain didn’t realize how much she missed waking up to the comforting scent of roses until this one was brought to her. Rain silently wondered with a smile, would they still let her go back to the cabin or did Alexander plan to have her stay in the mansion permanently?

I’d still want to talk to him about it more later, because he’d been loose with the details before and I hadn’t wanted to pry on such a sensitive subject. We exited the building the same way we’d come in and stood a few yards away when I began to sense energy pulsing from Atlas. His normally ochre skin was darkening as if it were being burnt from the inside out, but he didn’t seem to be in any pain. Instead, a glint was growing in his eyes. His hands raised just before he thrusted them forward. Dark flames that seemed black at first grew in size, climbing up the sides of the building. When the sun hit them, I could see hints of the forest-green color I was used to seeing in Atlas’s eyes.

I slowed my pace, taking a deep breath to steady my racing heart. Atlas did not turn his head to look at me. He kept his eyes focused on the blooming roses ahead. “I am sure you want to know why the breast milk...”

“How are you? What’s your name?” “I’m very well. My name is Scarlett.” “I’m Elise. Roman’s Luna. Welcome to Greenville pack.” I nodded, leaning into her touch. There was something about the way she held me that made me feel something. Home.

“You and your friend should not have come here. Nothing good ever happens to Alphas here at Azure.” “What do you mean?” She looks around again, in a voice so soft that it almost reminded me of the Consort’s voice, she whispers, “The reason why Azure is rich and can afford all of these beautiful things is not because of some donation. Azure primarily focuses on trade.” “You trade medicine,” I say. “Right?”

She jerked awake before dawn, gasping. Tomorrow was gala day. *** By six p.m. the mansion pulsed with silk gowns and whispered conspiracies. Crystal chandeliers turned champagne into molten gold. Inés floated among guests, tray balanced, smile welded in place. Alonso worked the room like a favorite son. Alejandro lingered at the edges, predator-still. Thiago? Absent so far. Halfway through the event, Alejandro’s gaze snagged hers across the ballroom. Steel met flint. He inclined his head toward a side corridor, summoning.

Rosette: You are a doctor, aren't you? Alexander: Well yeah, but that's for those on my payroll, my patients, and anyone one else who cares for the formality. And you're neither. Rosette: Interesting. Well if I'm neither, then which category do I fall into? Three dots appeared to show he was typing before they disappeared again, and I grew slightly nervous about what he'd say, especially when he was taking his time in answering. Finally though, his reply came. Alexander: You're a beautiful flower that I'm starting to really like.

Anais hadn’t ever had a shower with an alpha like that before and she loved the way their skin felt together under the hot water, lips pressed together under the spray. There had been another time when Garth had called up to the apartment to tell her she had a delivery of flowers. Atlas had sent her an enormous bouquet of red roses that Anais loved. Atlas spoiled her with gifts of books and clothing. He bought her a mating ring that Anais was almost afraid to wear. He sent her chocolates and packages arrived with specialty fruit and treats.

she told him. He didn’t seem interested in this topic, though. “Yeah, I know.” Immediately after that, Xyla saw ‘#sea of roses#’ on the fifteenth spot on the list of hot topics and clicked on it out of curiosity. There were pictures of the sea of roses taken from various places in Atlantis, all published by netizens. The pictures were published in groups of nine, with filters added, so they seemed unusually high quality. The strikingly red roses, coupled with the beautiful scenery in Atlantis, were stunning.