Novel & Cerita Aurora Roses

Is it a coincident? ''With their warm, vibrant tones, orange roses symbolise enthusiasm and desire. If someone is looking for a way to express admiration and attraction—with an underlying message of passion and excitement, they'll send you a bouquet filled with these fiery blooms.'' She breathes out, smiling as she eyes each of the orange roses, ''I haven't seen him for quite some time, I'm not so sure if his interest has changed.'' ''I'm pretty sure they remain the same,'' I reply. She turns to me, ''It's beautiful how your name is Rose. Have you met my son, Elia?''

Blooming roses adored her white dress. Those were real roses, not artificial ones made by gauze. People could smell the enticing aroma wafting across the room. And those flowers were arranged in a very artistic pattern, starting off from her waistline and going all the way down to her train. She looked like a real goddess in that floral dress. Of course, nobody knew that those roses were in fact used to cover the wine stain on Aurora’s dress. Early on, Aurora asked for all the remaining roses in the packhouse and sewed those red flower buds onto the places that were tainted by the red wine.

She yelled while Fennick chuckled and left her room. "Holy shit! These dresses are way too hot. I'm only going into the spring. Why would he get something like this for me?" She thought as she pulled out a pleated white gown with a red rose design on it. It was way too sexy but beautiful and with another thought, she decided on it. "Granny love, we're leaving now, bye!" She called to Sora who was already in her slumber but Aurora's voice echoed in her compassion. "Take good care of yourself, Rora." She uttered through mind-linking and Aurora agreed.

|His lust and her love| Aurora was at the top of her building, it was a place where people can stawy away from all the chaos and it was replaced by the serenity of nature. She had decorated each and every corner of this rooftop, smells of these beautiful flowers filled the entire air, the scenery of colorful roses, and lilies transformed the rooftop into into a hypnotic and tranquil haven.

But I was so fucking curious it was driving me insane. I ran a hand over my jaw, glancing between the two bouquets. The roses were classic, refined, the kind of flowers people expected. The posies were softer, unassuming, carrying a quiet charm. Aurora was both. She carried herself with the grace of someone who had seen too much yet refused to break. She was sharp edges wrapped in silk, warmth buried beneath layers of ice. She challenged me, frustrated me, made me want to unravel every guarded piece of her.

He doesn't care all he wants to know is what happened to her, that hidden pain she hid in her eyes he would love for her to open up to him. He arrived on the stable ground with a rose in his hand as he approached her, Aurora is more like the rose in his hands. It's a deceptively soft and beautiful plant that sported sharp thorns along its stem. Not just any thorn, but sharp thorns that pierces, but still those thorns did not make her any less appealing to him. For reasons he couldn’t comprehend, they only made him want to delve deeper, to peel back her layers and see what he might uncover.

Girls flitted in and out of frame, adjusting corsets, curling lashes, whispering chants to themselves like spells. Aurora sat before the mirror, already dressed in her opening number—the black bodysuit Vanessa had chosen, hugging her curves like it had been stitched to her soul. Her gloves were laid out beside her, long and black with gold threading at the seams. Her lips were painted deep red, her eyes smoked to perfection. She looked… dangerous. Like a secret about to be told. Her fingers trembled slightly as she adjusted her earring. The door swung open. “Front row request,” Lisa called over the chatter. “Table thirteen.”

As much as she disgusts me, I can’t let her children hate her. Aurora pulls me from my thoughts as she starts to walk toward me in a manner that I assume is meant to be seductive. When she is close enough for me to scent her it takes all I have not to cringe. She has some how managed to come up with a watered down version of my Brinna’s scent of calla lilies, and strawberries. It’s awful. Especially mixed with her own natural scent of cinnamon, and cloves.

She said, picking up her purse. "You're heading out?" I asked in surprise, hoping my presence did not make her uncomfortable. She nodded, "Yeah. You two need some privacy." "Uh okay. Take care." "Yeah sure," she said and left. Aurora stepped out not long after that. I almost drooled as she stepped in a flowing strapless floral dress, her waves cascaded flawlessly down her back, framing her glowing face so perfectly. God, this woman was too beautiful for words. "Leo," she said with a slight smile and nod in my direction.

Every werewolf who had reached the age of twenty-two would discover who their fated mate was. Aurora stood in front of a small mirror in her room. She wore a simple dark green dress that she had sewn herself. It wasn’t fancy, nor did it stand out, but at least it was comfortable. Aurora smoothed her long brown hair and tied it into a loose braid. Just then, someone knocked softly on her door. Knock Knock “Are you ready, Aurora?” Her best friend, Lila, walked in carrying a bouquet of wildflowers. “Wow... you look beautiful.”