Bubblegum Roses Novels & Stories

Each place setting is meticulously arranged, with fine porcelain plates and glistening silverware, shimmering under the soft glow of the candlelight. As the candle flames flicker, casting a warm and intimate glow, a centerpiece of vibrant red roses takes center stage. The roses are carefully arranged, their petals unfurling gracefully, radiating a passionate allure. They are nestled in a crystal vase, their fragrance filling the air and weaving a tapestry of romance that envelops the room.

I went over to the roses and lost myself in their magnificent beauty. I walked through the rose bushes until I reached the back and noticed the dark black roses. I walked over to the black roses and knelt to inhale their distinct sweet scent. I opened my eyes and marveled at their dark purity. Each flower had a small hint of scarlet red at the base of the buds, but it quickly faded to the darkening color at the petal's end. "AVAYY!!" Someone yelled from the other side of the garden. "I'm right over here." I screamed back, refusing to leave the black roses just yet.

She blinked, adjusting to the light, and then— she gasped. Her hands flew to her mouth as she turned in a slow circle, taking in the sea of roses—red, pink, white—blooming in perfect harmony. The petals glowed under the sun, the garden alive with color and fragrance. "Rami…"Her voice was barely a whisper. "This is… for me?"

These bloomed with impossible vitality—roses that should have finished flowering months ago nodding in the still air, their colors so vivid they seemed to pulse with their own light. And there, in a circular bed at the garden's heart, stood a single rose bush more magnificent than anything I'd ever seen. The flowers were deep crimson, almost black in the strange light, their petals so perfect they looked carved from precious gems. Even from fifty feet away, I could smell their fragrance—sweet and heady and utterly intoxicating. A rose, if they have them this far from civilization.

The roses in the Vitale garden are not red. They are black baccara—a deep, velvety burgundy that looks like dried blood in the midday sun. I am on my knees in the dirt. It is part of the penance. Part of the show. I am wearing the grey uniform, stained at the knees with soil. My hands are gloved in rough canvas, holding a pair of heavy shears. Snip. I cut a deadhead from the bush. It falls to the ground, shriveled and brown.

Right now there were sitting with the florist and Svetlana was sitting with a serious face, scrolling through a fashion magazine while Ashley and Juana were bickering again like 8-years-olds. "The wedding decor will be Rose Boule De Neige with Rosa 'Ingrid Bergman'. Rose Boule De Neige is an old rose with a rich fragrance. simple yet elegant." Juana said to the florist while wedding designer started scribbling. Ashley dramatically gasped and the wedding designer pen stilled on the note pad, "Of course not! It has to be Rose White Parfum De Provence with various colours of lilies. These roses are a classic hybrid tea rose with a powerful perfume. Unique and vibrant!"

Fresh, long-stemmed roses, their velvet petals a deep, crimson hue, adorned the table, exuding a sweet, intoxicating fragrance. Kimberly's gaze roamed the table, her mind racing with wonder. Where did the roses come from? And then, like a whispered secret, she remembered the garden. Had Nicholas really taken the time to pluck flowers just for their dinner? The thought sent a flutter through her chest, and she felt a smile spread across her face, touched by the thoughtful gesture.

I didn’t understand the fundamentals on how it worked, I just knew that it wasn’t by magic. Around the water fountain where neatly trimmed and healthy green bushes. A limestone walk way had been placed around the fountain, connecting it to three other possible routes from the Science center. One lead to the Palace, the Knight training center, and the Town Center. Along each walk way was a lining of rose bushes decorated with many different colors. My favorite ones where the black roses, their petals seemed significantly softer than the others. The smell so sweet and intoxication that I always find myself bending over and sniffing them every time I pass. They said that these specific roses wh

“Would you like to buy some flowers, Sir? These are beautiful Damascus roses from Bulgaria. A little expensive, they may be, but they are all but worthy of your stature. You should buy a bouquet for your lovely lover over here.” A beautiful waitress from a foreign land pushed a cart carefully from table to table. As she moved along, the fragrance of the flowers followed her. Diners around the restaurant were instantly attracted by the roses’ color and fragrance. “It’s a Damascus rose, one of the world’s most famous roses!. I’ve always wanted to receive a bouquet of those. Finn… can you buy me one?” When the incredibly romantic rose caught her eye, Sara instantly turned her gaze away from Ger

What she failed to endorse were the number one shampoo, and soap brand in VeM. “Let’s go, Gugu.” I opened the door and there was Grip standing holding a bouquet. “You missed me huh?” He bit his bottom lip suppressing his smile. “For you.” He gave me the flower and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. I lowered my face to hide the stretching of the corner of my lips. I closed my eyes and brought the flowers to my nose. It has a peachy-citrus scent. I looked closer, it was a bunch of double apricot-pink yellow roses.