Bed Of Roses Novels & Stories

The moon moved westward, casting its light into every corner of the bedroom. The roses outside the window witnessed our blood-stained lovemaking on the bed. Bud pressed me beneath him, his tense back arched like a bow, and I moaned beneath him. We feel like we will never be apart.. ... …… In the morning, the breeze rustled the white curtains on the window, and rose petals fell on Bud's sleeping face. I lay in his embrace, gazing at his sleeping features. Bud's scent was still alluring, but it was no longer the fragrance of resin. It now resembled the aroma of roses melted by intense heat.

It was the first door she came across. Opening the door, Lola placed the things she held on the first couch she could find by the door before walking further into the room. The bedroom’s light had been switched off and there were candles lit instead. Rose petals were scattered on the ground and more red roses led trails from the door, straight into the already laid bed placed in the center of the large room.

Chapter Two: SIGHTING Later that night, Rojean dolled up to go to a place that was both a nightclub and a bar that everyone was talking about. She was old enough, for sure, especially if she was going to get married soon. But she was never the kind of person to go out on the weekends, to a club or even a bar and always preferred the comfort of their apartment which Lucas didn’t mind at all even when he wanted to go out. She was in a cream coloured off shoulder dress which stopped mid-thigh and hugged her curves beautifully.

He asks, I didn’t even notice that he was already by the bed. “Yup.” I say popping the p. He smiles at me and covers himself with his own blanket. A few minutes pass and I could hear Yohan’s soft snores. And here I was, eyes open, cannot for the life of me sleep. It wasn’t every day that I get to sleep on a mattress, at least out here beyond the gates. The scent was still heavy in the air, it was annoying the hell out of me. It was tickling my nose like a feather, like it was tempting me to do something that I might regret.

The curtains were drawn, preventing much sunlight from streaming into the room, but I could still make out the outline of the abducted girl, Vanessa. She was so still, you'd think she was a statue. I slumped into the bed and pulled off my polo and unbuckled my belt, I let the trouser sag down a little, then I took off my heavy wrist watch and dropped it gently on the stool beside my bed. Bella came in, locking the door after her. I raised up a brow in askance, wondering why she was not obeying my order. "I was thinking of a quick fuck before I go make lunch." She whispered, as she walked towards me daintily. Her directness made my dick twitch.

So when did they get the time to make such…glamorous arrangements? It feels like using my hands to part flowers over water as my feet move along with my enamoring awe. Colorful and ethereal scenting flowers just don’t carpet the floor of the super large bedroom, but they also lead a trail with red roses and pink cherry blossoms up to the king-sized tastefully decorated bed. “This is…” My nervousness drowns the rest of my comment as I come to perch my feet at the start of the trail, wide eyes admiring the heart shapes made with the roses and the cherry blossoms framed around them.

Soft music plays in the background, giving a cool seductive atmosphere. But it's empty. Valerie isn't in sight. I suppress a small smile that crosses my face as I walk into our transformed bedroom and shut the door with a soft click. Soft sweet-smelling petals are sprinkled along a path that crawls down to our king-sized bed. Feeling special, I follow the path and stop. Our bed is well decorated with red and white roses forming a big heart in the center of the bed. “Hmm,” I pick up the bouquet and sniff.

Blood roses. Rafael’s hand tightened around the fragile flower, crushing it slowly between his fingers. A symbol. A secret. Not grief. Not loss. Love. Defiance. War. His lips curled into a dangerous smile. "So," he said softly, almost lovingly. "The game has only just begun." He tossed the crushed rose onto the floor, grinding it under his boot. "Bring me Matteo," Rafael ordered, his voice sharp as a whip. "And this time... bring the girl too."

The room was dimlh lit with scented candles spreading fragrance. The balcony door still open with the flowing wind inside the intimate sounds from them echoed. Rose petals lay withered over the bed spread randomly now crippling under them. The white jasmine hung around the bed from the bed posts spread wild sensual sweet smell as if they can awoke thirst in them better than the humanised flower that's being crippled by him yet taken care of right now.

Smith's accounts, there haven't been any transactions at all…" John tapped his fingers on the desk, irritable and growled coldly, "She's the one who planted the black roses, didn't she? Always playing such nonsensical tricks just to get me to go looking for her… Just to make me cave to her whims! "Go! Bring some men with you and search every inch of this villa. If she's really in this villa, make her kneel before Lara and apologize! "Also, dig those black roses out, root and all. The very sight of them irritates me!"