Black Hat With Rose Novels & Stories

Instead, her hands stayed on her face, caressing and nibbing. ‘How did she get to this? She remembered insulting the man in white at the burial ceremony of her best friend. His beauty hypnotized her at first. His prominent cheekbones and chiseled jaw had trapped her eyes in them. His silver glistening eyes devoured her own eyes, making it hard to look away.’

He replied and waved it in the air. Aiden smiled. “Okay what do we have to do?!.” He asked. “We need a black rose, one hundred candles each with a different color. A blue rose and …” “Liam, hold up!!. Black roses don't exist!.” Helios said. “Neither does blue!!.” Marshal and Aiden said. “The exist!, the black roses Yennefer used are substitutes, she used the blood of a…” “A what?!.” They asked him. “A Brachiopods!.”

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.

“You’ve thanked me for than enough. It’s okay. The pleasure’s mine.” “Since that’s the case,” my voice returned to its playful nature. “Where’s my wedding gift then?” “It’s not much but here you go,” he reached for his pocket and pulled out a dark rose from his pocket to place it in my bouquet of red roses. “Unique, don’t you think?” “A black rose?” I looked at it then him, wondering if there was any hidden meaning to it. “Ah, are you trying to be different? To have your gift stand out differently?”

The contrast is perfect and terrifying against the pale paint. “Oh my God…” Sam brings her hand to her mouth, shocked. “Is this… for you?” I feel the air stuck in my throat as I slowly approach. The flowers are luxurious, releasing an intense, hypnotic perfume. Several students stop to whisper, and I feel their eyes weighing on me. “Wow.” Sam gently touches one of the petals. “This guy is desperate to win you over. Red roses mean love… but black ones…” she laughs softly. “Black ones mean something much more intense. Lust.”

However, because I was slightly looking down, I didn’t notice that I was about to collide with someone, causing me to accidentally drop the rose I was holding. “Sorry!” I said, about to pick up the fallen flower when he quickly reached it before I could. “Interesting,” I heard him mutter before he handed me the black rose. “Here.” I was taken aback, almost holding my breath as I took the rose from him. But at that moment, my attention wasn’t on the flower but on the man standing before me. He’s wearing a black hat, tuxedo, and shades, so I couldn’t make out his entire face.

I was wearing a flowing black garment that draped around me, the dark fabric swaying with every subtle movement. Real flowers adorned the fabric—delicate yet striking black roses, their petals velvety and deep as the night. The sight of them sent my mind spiraling back to that eerie moment when we discovered a basket of black roses outside our estate gates. A sudden sensation on my head made me flinch. A garland—woven from the same dark blooms—rested atop my hair, its weight both unfamiliar and symbolic. I should have been rejoicing. I should have been basking in the moment every wolf dreams of. I finally have my wolf after so long!

"She deserved it! She was so terrified with the rabid dogs barking all around her, even sending a voice message where she was crying so pathetically!" Hearing that, my departed soul turned away, smiling miserably. He was the one who had said he loved me, promising to protect me for the rest of my life and vowing that no one would get to lay a finger on me. He had smiled at me so lovingly when he passed me the black rose seeds. "It is believed that black roses embody a deep and timeless love, just like the love I share with you." Yet, he had a change of heart and loved Lara instead, believing her one-sided claims that I had led a workplace ostracising campaign against her.

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

A red rose which shines and clearly emerges into the room because the whole room is black. And everywhere in the room there are black roses and that's why this red rose looks more beautiful. I held my body and, with the force of my right arm, I sat on the floor, then I stood up and walked towards this red rose. It is so beautiful and attractive. I have never seen such a beautiful rose, a red rose with so many petals, about twenty, before. I sat beside it and saw that rose which is so attractive and isn't an ordinary rose. On seeing this rose, I just thought about my past.