Bubblegum Roses Novels & Stories

she asked unhurriedly. Hearing that, Anathea simply curved her lips. "There were never any pink roses. They were all the white ones from before." "What?" A flash of surprise crossed Giselle's eyes. Evangeline was stunned for a few seconds as well. But upon observing how the rose stems had turned from green to red, realization dawned on her. "You used the color absorption technique?"

She had such a good heart. Then she said conversationally, “You know there’s no such thing as black with blue-tipped roses, right?” My mouth sagged open, before I blinked and shook my head, unable to believe what I’d just heard. “Say what again?” “Roses only come in shades of white, red, yellow and purples or variations and mixes between those. Anything else is artificially created.” Still slowly shaking my head back and forth in adamant denial, I said, “No…no, that can’t be right.”

Inside the bag, besides all the explosives that were carefully placed in there, I saw two roses crossed over each other, just lying there on top of everything. However, these weren't just your run of the mill roses that you could find in a bouquet or flower shop, no. These were elusive black roses. And they had been well taken care of during their time. The petals were still soft and smooth as I ran my fingers over them. They were also well preserved too. The steams were healthy and prickly, but also without their thorns. I had always admired them throughout my life and bought some whenever they ever popped up and stored them away.

I breathed. "A sign of hope," Sebastian murmured, stepping closer to examine the rare bloom. "Moon Roses only appear at moments of cosmic significance. They haven't been seen since the fall of the Royal kingdoms." The silvery-blue flower continued to grow before our eyes, unfurling delicate petals that seemed to capture and reflect the light in an almost impossible way. As it reached full bloom, a subtle fragrance filled the room, clean and pure, like the first breath of air after a cleansing rain.

“Hello, I’m back! Do you have any bouquets in red and purple, or can I have one made up. I found out that that is my babe’s favorite color combo, especially if there are red roses.” The girl behind the counter looks at me “Nice combination! We don’t get a lot of call for it, but I can put something together. I have Black Baccara roses, they are a deep, velvet red, I can mix them with some brighter red carnations and poppies that have red petals and a deep purple center and purple lattice, oh! I just got in a few other things that may work…I can do this.” She smiles as she starts turning to the back, then shoots over her shoulder “Good to see you back and to know that your girl’s mother didn’

The garden was like a maze, meandered with all sorts of twists and turns. After walking for more than ten minutes, everything suddenly opened up before them. "Wow, look at that! A wall full of roses! Isn't it beautiful?" Laura exclaimed as she excitedly pointed at the roses blooming all over the wall ahead. Margot thought it was very beautiful as well. Those appeared to be Cerulia roses rather than the typical roses. The roses were a vibrant red, each one blooming with such intensity that it was difficult to refrain from reaching out and touching them.

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.

"What are you to The Black Rose? To my brother?" He seemed caught off guard by my answer, yet at the same time, he looked pleased, his charismatic eyes holding a more curious glint as he leaned in closer, his scent drifting into my nostrils. Tobacco, lavender. The strangest yet, weirdly, enthralling combination. "You're nothing like he said you were," he laughed. "Elijah said you were soft, quiet." My breath caught in my throat. "He told you about me?"

ROMAN'S POV. Roses and i have had s smooth relationship as of recent. Things have been really great between us and the more I spent time with her, the more stories she told me both the serious and ridiculous part of her live back in San Francisco the more fond i grew of her. I remember she once told me about a day she and her friend when into a boutique acting high and classy and took all the jelly gum in the jar of the store and walked out without buying anything.

I whispered to keep us sane. “Do you know why I named you Roses?” I asked her, though my lips cracked with thirst. “Because even in blood and thorns, roses bloom. You will bloom, my little one. Even if I wither.” I vowed with voice cracking. We walked until the night gave way to dawn, a pale smear of light clawing at the sky.