Bed Of Roses Live Novels & Stories

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.

, he had no more debts to repay. If there were ever a life beyond this one, he hoped, that he would never cross paths with these people. He stayed like that for a while, his vitality slowly getting drained away and soon, he'd be left lifeless. [Host has successfully activated the: WITHERED ROSE, system.] [Host's vitality is decreasing at an alarming rate. Initiating immediate resuscitation!!] What was that?. Who's there?! Alan paused, listening to the automated feminine voice as it spoke through his consciousness. He was certain that he was at the depths of the sea at this point,it was currently impossible for someone else to be around him. He relaxed - Probably he was just hearing things.

Suddenly, the smoke shifts, and I see the glass greenhouse at the edge of the cliff. But it isn't beautiful anymore. The thousands of white roses on the floor are dead, turned into black ash. The thousands of candles have melted into pools of liquid wax that look like tears. And standing right in the center of the ruins, under the broken crystal chandelier, is Rosalina.

“While you were away. Lord Rustyn. He brought something from Lady Celia and the queen.” My jaw tightens. But my eyes are on the roses. Even in winter, the cursed things bloom. Blue roses that climb the black stone walls, their petals sharp against the frost. They wither and bloom in ghostly cycles, yet never touch the ground. Always vanishing midair, leaving behind only that sweet and rotten scent. It clings to your throat, making you feel the misery etched deep within it. “Rogues?” I ask, eyes narrowing on a cluster of petals curling into vapor.

She mumbled to herself not knowing that she had a smile on her face. " Aiii, I feel so much at peace right now. And this bed is really soft and bouncy.” Rose chuckled happily as she laid down on the bed, feeling every bit of its softness. ‘I might just stay here and not return but I have to go back to that forsaken house because of my mission. I have to keep a close eye on my enemies from now on.’ She thought. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, making Rose stand up from the bed and walk towards the door and open it only to see a grinning Leo standing outside the door.

Indeed, she was in a bed of roses. Kai’s face lit up, and her smile widened as she looked at Jarrel’s king-sized bed, covered in rose petals. Most of them were red, but there were also petals in different colors—pink, yellow, white, and even blue.

I could hear her take a deep breath as she then got up from the bed and loosened her grip on my hand. I quickly got up and then removed the cloth from my face. That was the only time I could view my surroundings. "What do you think they want to do with us on these roses?" I asked, worry lacing my voice as I looked at the roses on the bed. There were dented candles all over the room, so many that one could start a business with them. "Sunshine, we were about to be given to men. This is how people get sold," she said to me as she looked around what looked like a hotel room.

Ember's POV: The next morning, I blinked my eyes open and was surprised to see a pair of black and white roses on my bedside table. A smile crept over my lips at the sight of fresh roses. I was amazed at how Nicholus put detail into everything. Even now, the combination of black and white roses, each portraying our different personalities. Rubbing the sleep off my eyes, I pressed the button to slide the upper half of my bed upward. Reaching over to the table, I was about to grab the roses when I noticed a small note placed under them.