Burnt Roses Novels & Stories

"Where are her things? Why is everything gone?" The poor maid trembled under the weight of an Alpha's fury. "Madam destroyed them all," she stammered. "Even the rose garden in the backyard… she burned it." My pupils constricted to slits. I dropped the maid's arm and vanished in a blink, reappearing in the backyard. And there it was. Charred earth. Blackened stems. Not a single rose left alive. I stood frozen, staring at the remains. I had planted those roses myself, the day we became mates. My vow had been simple, spoken with her hand in mine. "My love for you will bloom like these roses—fierce, and forever burning."

Riverbourne, Calvia. Bruce hit the rose garden at dawn—only to find a field of ash. The gardener was sweeping up nearby and looked up. "Mr. Jerkinson? You're up early." Bruce stormed over. "What the hell happened? Where are the roses?" He yanked the guy by the collar. "I was gone a few months. You torch them or something? Do you even know what those meant to Suri? What I put into them?" "Easy, sir! It wasn't us—your wife told us to clear them out. She lit the fire herself."

I looked at the photo of Vanessa in the fire. I crushed the rose in my hand. The thorns cut my skin.

the man gropes for the word, and lands on it with an apologetic wince, “—he was hideous. Honestly. Burned, or scarred badly, all down one side of his face, I couldn’t stop looking. I felt terrible about it. Not a handsome man at all. I’m sorry, I don’t — is that helpful? I don’t know what’s happening.” And my heart drops straight through the bottom of me. Because a winter rose is not a coincidence. A winter rose handed to a stranger to carry through these exact streets, on this exact afternoon, the one afternoon I’ve left the estate — that is not chance. That is a message. Rosa de escarcha, he had called it. He said they only bloomed in the cold. That people think they’re fragile because the

"Oh, Carlo. Look at me. Take a good look... Whose wedding do you think this is? This is my wedding. Mine, and I'll be marrying Luca. And you? You're just a madman crashing someone else's wedding." His smile froze. Tears rolled down his face. "No… It's not true… Rosa, you love me…" I dropped the wilted roses at his feet. "You're wrong. I did love you...but that was in another life. You murdered that love with your own hands, and my life along with it. All I have for you in this life is hate." I took Luca's arm and walked past Carlo without looking back. His cries echoed behind me, but none of that mattered to me anymore.

He left the store with a large bouquet of red Rose's. It was twenty dollars but he believed that it was worth the money and the trouble. He picked them put carefully and made sure that none of them had begun to wilt. He let the florist put a large red bow on them and he left the store with his briefcase in one hand a large bouquet in the other. Seven made his way home, the breeze nipped at his ears and It was a little chilli but, he could handle the temperature. He hurried home and opened the door with his key.

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..."

Sean said before he made a rose appear seemingly from thin air, “A beautiful rose for the even more beautiful Claudia.” At those words Claudia’s expression darkened and she stood up causing her black gown to swirl around her matching the stormy look in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” he said while wondering why Claudia wasn’t teasing him about being corny like she normally would. At that Claudia looked at him and took the rose from his hand but said as she pricked her finger with a thorn, “Yes, a rose is beautiful, but it is dangerous due to its thorns. Like the rose, I may be beautiful, but I am a predator of the night. A monster wrapped in a pretty skin.” As she finish

The officer felt sorry for Rose's condition, he finally allowed it and asked a subordinate to provide information for Rose. Rose entered and saw that the entire contents of the first floor had been burned. The cash register was open, probably because the pressure from the heat made the lock open. Rose looked at some of the bills she could still salvage. 'Thanks God.' With a sad feeling, Rose went up to the second floor, where the situation was not much different from the ground floor. Tears welled up in her eyes when she saw the table where she kept her family photos and Kenzie's childhood album burnt down. What surprised him was that the walls of the room weren't too black, but how could th