Burnt Roses Novels & Stories

The crackle of fire whispered death. Inés staggered back from the door, the scent of burning fabric and flesh clawing at her throat. The shriek from the hallway still echoed in her ears, followed by a deafening silence that made her knees weak. Smoke slithered through the crack beneath the door like a serpent, hungry and relentless. She backed into the room, clutching the folder tight beneath her apron, the sharp corner digging into her ribs grounding her in reality. Her breath came in short gasps, but she forced herself to think. Fire meant destruction, but also distraction. If she could just find a way out….

On the couch, Rose writhed and squirmed her entire body in desperation while tearing her clothes off her body She didn't know why but her whole body was engulfed in some kind of unbearable hot flames "Ahh!, please, save.. hot!, I can't bear it!.. Ahh!," The pain of being jilted can only lead to another pain for life All Hearts!!

She still felt somewhat worried. In the Turner family garden, vast stretches of red roses were in full bloom. Due to special cultivation techniques, these roses grew like they were on trees. There was a small path between each tree, and as people walked through, the faint fragrance of the flowers would stick to them, leaving them in a relaxed and peaceful mood.

I didn’t want to destroy the scroll. I wanted Rosa to hand it to me. Beg me to take it. Cry as I ripped it from her hands. \*\* Rosa. She haunted me more than the flame ever did. All that brilliance wrapped in stubbornness and sarcasm. I hated it. And I wanted it. Which made me dangerous. And her? More dangerous still. We struck at dawn. Smoke rising over the eastern ridge. Our shadows moved through fog. No howls. No warnings. Just fire.

She looked at the orchid with flaring eyes and smirked, "Time to feed my fires." In a fraction of a second, Nora used her flames to burn the orchid. She turned the greenery orchid into ashes with her purple flames. The blossoms and twigs burned down to ashes while the big tree in the orchid shed its leaves with burnt bark. The fragrance from the lovely buds turned into the pungent smell of burnt smoke. The colours that gave a pleasant view to every passer’s eyes became the ashes.

From then on, whenever I unknowingly wore a color she favored, used her favorite perfume, or styled my hair like hers, he would scowl or lash out with cold, cutting words. The most humiliating thing I'd ever done was to fall in love with a man who never truly belonged to me. I traced the burns on my legs and called my mentor abroad. If I were just a forgotten shadow beneath Tucker's true love, then walking away was the only thing left to do. … That evening, Tucker handed me a necklace. "You're coming with me to the cocktail party tonight. Don't make a scene."

I held my breath, breaking out in sweat as his proximity made fear spread through my now shivering frame. "You see... The Black Rose is a bad crowd to stick with. They'll lead you to your death. As a friend and a man who's insanely attracted to you... I advise you to cut all ties with them." His smile remained on his face, his voice still the same low, soft lilt it had been since he started speaking. Yet... There seemed to be venom in every syllable, burning through my skin like acid, making my heart pound painfully against my chest. I was afraid. This man... there was something about him, something sinister. He was going to hurt me. He wanted to hurt me.

"She deserved it! She was so terrified with the rabid dogs barking all around her, even sending a voice message where she was crying so pathetically!" Hearing that, my departed soul turned away, smiling miserably. He was the one who had said he loved me, promising to protect me for the rest of my life and vowing that no one would get to lay a finger on me. He had smiled at me so lovingly when he passed me the black rose seeds. "It is believed that black roses embody a deep and timeless love, just like the love I share with you." Yet, he had a change of heart and loved Lara instead, believing her one-sided claims that I had led a workplace ostracising campaign against her.

Dante falls in at my side. Together we climb back into the fire. The black rose has bloomed. And tonight, the entire world will smell its thorns.

She was the queen of my empire, her hands clawing into the leather of my vest as her lower body pressed hard against my rigid length through my trousers. "You’re mine," I growled against her wet lips, my breath hot and harsh. "Every fucking piece of you belongs to me." "Shut up and burn the server, Martinez," she whispered fiercely, her eyes burning into mine with a stubborn, terrifying pride that matched my own. I let her go and turned to the main console. I pulled a small incendiary thermite charge from my tactical pouch, slapped it directly onto the central mainframe drive, and pulled the pin.