Courtyard Of Roses Novels & Stories

At least with him, there was a sense of decency… and no pretense of instant passion. The castle air was crisp as Rose stepped into the open courtyard, her skirts brushing the trimmed grass beneath her feet. The late afternoon sun painted golden highlights into the stone walls, and in the near distance, soft laughter floated across the training grounds. Drawn by the sound, she followed it—and paused.

She started wagging her tail and jumping up and down. I swear I just heard her say 'Mate' but that's impossible. Second chance mates didn't exist, and we just rejected our Goddess given mate. But then, the most amazing smell hit me, even more mouthwatering than when I smelled Mason. It smelled like Whiskey and Chocolate. That mixture was breath taking. Aunt Tara noticed me sniffing the air. "Alex, what's wrong?" She asks. As soon as her last word left her mouth, he door slammed open with such force, I thought for sure it was going to fall off the henges. What I saw in front of me left me speechless. A man in his twenties, 6'11, covered in tattos with short kept black hair, and the most beaut

He inclined his head toward a side corridor, summoning. Inés’ chest tightened. She wove through dancers, slipped behind velvet drapery, and followed. The corridor was empty, save him and a single door she’d never noticed. “Inside,” he said. “No gun this time?” “Door,” he repeated, colder. She stepped through. A private lounge, mahogany bar, low sofas, no windows. Alejandro shut the door. Click. He moved past her to a safe embedded in the wall. Dial spun; hinges groaned.

The peace and innocence he’d woven into my heart was sliced apart by reality, by the information he planned on giving me the last time we spoke. “That we do.” I responded, lacing my arm through his and following his lead through the vacant corridors of my mate’s castle. We made it outside, to a small courtyard I’d never been to before, before he picked up where we’d left off yesterday. This courtyard was composed of the same pale stone, iridescent when the sun hit it at the right angle. Curved topiary plants sat in pots, surrounded by flowers of black and blue. There was no marble fence or winding staircase, but instead there was the abrupt edge of the cliff side and a view of the sky that w

Zeil was on top, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his chest heaving. His hands shot out, gripping Kael’s wrists with a vice-like strength, pinning them above his head. His legs, braced and powerful, straddled Kael’s hips, effectively trapping him. He was a predator, finally having cornered his prey. The moonlight, a soft, silver cascade, spilled over them, illuminating the scene. They were in the heart of the main rose garden, a riot of blooms that seemed to shimmer with an ethereal glow in the darkness. The air, heavy and sweet, was thick with the intoxicating aroma of a thousand roses, deep crimson, velvety scarlet, soft blush pinks, and creamy whites.

I give them to her. "I love roses but the fact you brought the red ones scores you another point in my book." she smells them. "Good to know that." I grin. "But you know you needn't have brought them anyway." she stares. "I wanted to." I reply. I was passing this flower shop when I saw these good looking roses. My mind immediately went to Della and I knew I had to get her a bouquet. "Okay. A minute, I need to put these in a vase." I wait for her from outside before she returns all set. We get inside the car and I fire the engine to the busy street.

His silver glistening eyes devoured her own eyes, making it hard to look away. That’s all. Two paragraphs since morning. Those two paragraphs are inspirations from the fantasies I had of Khal. I come to the backyard so the evergreen grass and shrubs, the blue sky and pool, will force Khal out of my head and get me something else to think about. I’ve always loved nature. But I was wrong. “Hey.” I turned around on the stool. David walks to me and pecked me. He sat on the stool next to me and rubbed his eyes.

He had been the one to make the decision, and whatever Sam said would only have made a small difference in this matter. In the King's palace in the middle of the capital city, where the last snow still melted on the roofs, there was a big flower garden that never withered all year long. Rows and rows of dark red roses, white and yellow lilies, and blue hydrangeas enclosed a small golden pavilion in their middle like a seashell hiding it's pearl.

Frowning, he went to pull the door shut and it hit something, a thud sounding towards the bottom of the door. Chris lowered his gaze to the floor, and blinked in surprise, stuck between the door and the wall, was a little red rose in a tiny but elegant glass shaped like a crescent moon, the inside hardened with…resin? He picked it up, and saw the tiny thorns surrounding the rose inside. Blinking, he curled his fingers around the item and jogged lightly down the stairs, two at a time. __________________

the noble hissed, and the two of them went ahead. I followed them, smiling, Rene at my side, a crowd of courtiers behind me. I was pleased. I had to make the entire court so afraid of me that they would already be scared when they learned about my demonic nature. So scared they’d pee their pants. That would decrease the number of assassination at attempts—and really, they would never love me anyway. Let them fear me, at least. I didn’t want to have to kill too many of them. The Rose Pavilion was quite pretty. The building was not very high, but wide and solid-looking. Vines of briar roses covered its walls from floor to roof, their fragrance so sweet I wanted to cut a piece of the air and ta