Cordelia Roses Novels & Stories

Rose shakes her head, a tinge of disappointment evident in her voice. "Not exactly... I couldn't see his face. He's shrouded in a long cloak, concealing his features, but..." Felicia leans in closer, her eyes widening with anticipation. "But what, Rose? Tell me everything you remember." Rose meets Felicia's gaze, her eyes shimmering with a mix of fascination and uncertainty as she continues her account. "But I see the color of his eyes, Felicia," Rose whispers, her voice barely audible. "They're not just ordinary eyes. They possess an otherworldly quality as if they belong to a being beyond human comprehension."

“What job am I going to do today?” “Hm,” he looked at the tablet he was holding, scrolling through a few pages before looking at her. “Your schedule is packed Ms. Calixto.” “Am I really starting now? I don’t even know what she does! Like… her mannerisms or something. Don’t people know that about her?” Rojean panicked, looking around the room if there was something she could base Gizelle off from. “Sei liked her black clothes. Do you fancy wearing black clothes? Are you okay wearing black clothes?” Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room.

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 sprawling drive was lined with meticulously trimmed hedges, and the iron gates swung open in silent, practiced precision. Inside, the air smelled of freshly cut white roses, arranged elegantly in crystal vases that gleamed under the golden chandelier. Marble floors, polished to mirror perfection, reflected the grandeur of the cavernous ceilings above. Cordelia was waiting in the sitting room, perfectly posed on a velvet chaise, a cup of tea cradled delicately in her hand. Her posture was impeccable, her gaze as icy and sharp as a blade. “Let’s be honest,” Cordelia began, placing her teacup on a matching saucer with a quiet, decisive clink. “You know exactly what state your family is in.”

he said, looking at them. After the first introduction, Cordelia and Helios stepped forward. "Hi, everyone! I'm Cordelia, the daughter of Euphrosyne, the Goddess of joy, and Ares, the God of war. About my skills, well, I have the power to use crystals as a weapon," she said with a smile. "Your turn, Helios," she added, winking at him. Helios smiled back at her, a smile that suggested they became close during their journey. Everyone seemed to have improved their relationships, except for us.

They seemed to express that I didn't want him anymore. Facing 50 acres of land, Jeffrey finally realized that I, like these departed roses, would not return. The roses had been given to another woman by him casually, and its owner would not return because of himself. I would no longer plant flowers for him. He would never see me holding roses and asking him, "The roses are ripe. When are we going to get married?" He realized that roses had feelings too. I was willing to be trapped in a greenhouse by him because of my love for him.

Disoriented, she sat up slowly, her hair a wild mess around her face, tangled with remnants of her dreams. Then the door creaked open softly. Cordelia floated into the room. She was dressed in shimmering black silk that sparkled like the night sky. Her brown streaked hair was neatly pinned up, showing off her poise. Chloe recognized her from previous encounters, always the poised figure who seemed perfectly attuned to Valerius's every desire. Was she merely an assistant, servant, or something else entirely? “Good evening,” Cordelia said, her voice smooth and cool. “You’re awake.”

Elisa shrugged as she dragged the bag and set it down next to the wardrobe. “Were you the person who gave me this rose?” Rain nodded her head at the delicate rose that was kept inside of a glass vase with water. The single rose was the only thing in it. Elisa shifted her attention to the flower, started at it for a few seconds before nodding her head in affirmation. She didn’t say a word after that, she just led Rain to the vanity table that was set up for her in the room because she knew that it wasn’t there before.

" Rose, If you're reading this means you're making 25 years age. Congratulations on that achievement baby how I wish could be there to see you. You must have grown into a beautiful young lady, my young lady. I don't know how life is going to be for you without me but be sure of one thing even in death I will love. I wanted to stay by your side and see you grow but I can't fight anymore. When you first said " Mama " I realised you're my whole life and my everything. So I named you Rose, cause you looked beautiful like them at that time.

'' She replies, lightly running her hand at Elis's back. A couple of hours later, I am left staring at the glass window near the back—only watching flowers blossoming beautifully. My lips curve up into a small smile, realising that there's a lot of roses here other than different flowers. To my surprise, I find Fiore standing a few feet from me as she watches the roses, ''They are Elia's favourite.'' She says, breaking the silence. ''Especially orange coloured roses,'' She adds. Roses. Is it a coincident?