Blood In Roses Novels & Stories

She loves flowers. The stem of flower is very thick I take out my knife from basket and try to cut it. I cut the stem and as I go to put it my basket I hear a snap of twig breaking nearby. Thinking it were guards I stand up to confront them with flowers in one hand and knife in another and basket near my feet. But it wasn't father's guards it was a big black wild boar. I stay still as boar stands there, a little movement and I will become his focus for anger.

As I put one of my feet inside of the warm and welcoming water filled with the petals of the beloved and most beautiful rose. I sometimes wonder why it has so much love being given to it. It is so imperfect, yet that is its perfection just like all of us--We are perfect and one because of the imperfections of us. I also wonder why a rose just steals my heart every time I look at it--it's just so magnificent. Is it because of the color that it possesses or because of the way it possesses the frail heart of mine? So melted in my thoughts that I was, I didn't realize that I had to get out of the bath to get ready.

As Rose prepared to take the gardening scissors, she didn’t know how the scissor was placed the opposite way and had touched the blade tightly that caused her skin to be cut. “Ouch!” Rose quickly retracted her hand, wincing as fresh red liquid dripped from the corner of her fingertips, slowly falling to the wilted flowers. In a hurry, Rose left to find a towel to stop the bleeding. What she didn’t know was the flowers that had turned brown slowly had it discoloration to dilute, as though someone had poured more white paint in it, diminishing the dull color from the petal. Rose’s blood that had touched the flower, continue to slide over the stem until the soil absorbed it.

One particularly vicious branch caught his cheek, opening a line of fire from cheekbone to jaw. He stumbled, hand flying to his face. His fingers came away slick with blood—too much blood for such a small cut. It welled up rich and dark against his bronze skin, running warm down his neck to soak into his collar. The metallic taste filled his mouth though he hadn't bitten anything. But there was no pain. No sting, no throb, no burn. Just the wet warmth spreading across his skin like a caress. He stood frozen, watching his blood drip onto white petals, staining them crimson. The roses seemed to lean closer, their faces turning toward him like they were drinking in the sight. Or perhaps she was

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"Also, dig those black roses out, root and all. The very sight of them irritates me!" - Thirty minutes later, Alfie rushed into the study, clearly panicking. "Mr. Garnett! We've searched the whole villa, but there's no sign of Ms. Smith! But… But…" John clicked his tongue, pursing his lips as he narrowed his eyes sharply. "But, what? Speak properly!" Alfie took a deep breath, and did his best to finish his sentence. "We found Ms. Smith's clothes and phone in the soil beneath the black roses… along with a human skeleton!"

Chapter Six: LAYING LOW “I’m sorry… there are things I’m keeping from you.” Rojean said to Lucas when they got out of the car before sighing to herself. They were now walking to Lucas’ car so they could go home although Rojean seemed a little cautious of her surroundings if the others were really gone and were other people following her? Lucas could only look at her too before thinking of a question. “Who died? Why are you involved in this? Isn’t it a bit illegal? It feels illegal to me, babe.”

He raised his head to look at her, like he was surprised to see her there. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” She’d asked as she tried to pry open his fist. He’d let her, opened it up easily and let her take the rose from his now bloody palm, the flower fell to the floor. “Shit!” She exclaimed as pulled up the hem of her oversized t-shirt and proceeded to clean the blood from his palm. “Are you insane?” she whipped her head up to look at him “Why would you hold a rose that way, didn’t you ever learn that you have to avoid the thorns?”

He moved out of the way and subsequently opened the drawer. In the drawer were Sylvia’s completed wood carvings. Besides a wooden Rubik’s cube and a wooden crown, there were also a few other things. However, what grabbed Odell’s attention the most was a “red” rose. Each petal on the rose was bright red in color and had obviously been stained with blood! Odell’s expression turned frigid. With the rose in his grip, he asked Sylvia, “Where did the blood on this come from?” Sylvia knit her eyebrows tightly but did not answer.

Arriving at the mansion, something Rose had never imagined greeted her before her eyes. The divorce papers, complete with the signatures of both parties, lay on the bed along with three roses. Tucked into the stem was a piece of white paper, as well as a small bag of thick blood, which Rose could well understand the function and purpose of Theo handing over the blood. Rose's heart pounded as she reached for the rose, which was no longer red. That is, for this time Theo had chosen kissing pink as a gift.