Bubblegum Roses Novels & Stories

"A bеаutіful Kеllу Grееn, I knоw hоw much you love thаt соlоr." But that is nоt thе wоrѕt раrt, Adаm. Rose hаd аnоthеr ѕmаll расkаgе fоr mе, a bag of rооt bееr barrel саndу." "Rоѕе loves rооt bееr Clаrеttе." "Whу wаѕ thаt bаd?"

I smiled. Rose had mud covering her clothes, with splashes of water on her top as well. "You should change your clothes, otherwise you will catch a cold." She nodded with a sheepish smile, "I went to collect water from the river but slipped over the rock and fell." I paused but continued stirring again...the river. "Can you add the final petals and stir this? I have some work to do." Rose looked at me in shock and to my surprise, she shook her head in a no immediately, "I can't do that, you shall always complete your work other..."

Marco drove into the gates of La Rosa Nera. The club's neon lights cast an eerie shadow over everything they touched. The club's pathway was a spectacle to behold. An archway adorned with beautiful black roses that resonated with the name of the club, La Rosa Nera (The Black Rose). The petals of these gorgeous flowers glittered and danced under the night sky. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and a fading sensation of danger that lingered.

He had only watched her from behind earlier, so he didn’t realize she was cutting the British Roses. “They smell really nice too. I didn’t know roses could have such a lovely fragrance.” He grew even more panicked when he saw the basket. Not only British Roses, but also Julia Roses, Grasshopper Roses, Madame Caroline Testout, Bourbon Roses, and even Blue Roses. All of those were Mawar’s treasured collection—rare types with very high value. “Aren’t they all super pretty?” Elizabeth smiled while sniffing the rose gently. Doctor John nodded with a stiff smile. Whatever trouble she might get into, he had already decided he would protect her.

Towering trees formed a majestic canopy overhead, their branches reaching towards the sky, while delicate flowers carpeted the ground below in a riot of hues. As they ventured deeper into this enchanting oasis, their senses were captivated by the sweet scent of blooming roses, their petals unfurling like delicate kisses. The vibrant reds, pinks, and whites of the roses stood out against the lush greenery, adding splashes of romance to the scene. Amidst the roses, graceful lilies stood tall, their pure white blossoms exuding elegance and serenity.

The short walk to the living room felt like an eternity. As I pushed open the door, a sight of unimaginable beauty greeted me. The room was awash with the vibrant hues of roses. Bouquets upon bouquets of them were scattered everywhere, their velvety petals in shades of red, pink, and white. The sweet, intoxicating fragrance of the roses filled the air, enveloping the room in a warm embrace. The roses were arranged meticulously, their stems trimmed to perfection, their leaves glossy and green. Each bouquet was wrapped in delicate tissue, tied with a satin ribbon. The room was so densely packed with these bouquets that there was barely any space to walk.

Giant, deep red, glowing roses. I thrashed, trying to pull myself up, but the damn things had a grip like iron. Every time I moved an inch, they sprawled higher, coiling tighter, dragging me deeper into their grasp. Their petals looked soft, almost beautiful—until I saw the teeth hidden beneath them, snapping dangerously close to my skin. "That woman said the fae world isn't a joke!" I growled, struggling harder. "But she failed to mention the motherfucking sea of carnivorous roses!"

Perhaps he had not loved me for a long time now. It was my fault for never noticing—for stupidly believing that true love would never die. Now, Lara smiled as she leaned against the doorway, purring so softly her voice could melt anything, "I heard you made pasta. Can I have a bowl? With minced ginger, please. My cravings are really terrible these days." "You've got it," John grinned lovingly. "Who would spoil my baby if not me?" Still, he soon paused when he inadvertently noticed the black roses outside. "I'll tell the gardener to uproot those flowers. They remind me of Claire's disgusting face—I don't want them to hurt our eyes!"

Suddenly, I was surrounded by beautiful blooms. There are many varieties of roses, each with its own unique hue. As more and more sprouted simultaneously, it resembled a distant sea. The fragrance was intoxicating, filling the air with a sweet and floral scent. The petals were soft, and I couldn't resist running my fingers across them. It was a breathtaking sight, a moment of pure beauty and tranquility amid nature's abundant wonders. "I haven't been to this place in quite some time." A sigh escaped my lips. Memories flooded back as I took in the familiar sight of the rose garden. The nostalgia was overwhelming but also comforting in its familiarity.

If he had his way, he'd never see him again. He walked to the bathroom and filled the rose-designed tub with warm water, mixing in a luxurious blend of rosemilk bath powder, honey, jasmine, and vanilla extract. Using his nature magic, he scattered rose petals across the surface, their delicate pink hues floating gently. As he sank into the bath, the soothing aroma enveloped him—a heady mix of sweet vanilla, floral jasmine, and a hint of honey that mingled with the subtle scent of the roses.