Crimson Rose Mga Nobela at Kwento

He was there, in the middle of everything, wearing an army green tux, and drinking champagne. He and I, we have this history that we both closed off. “What’s that?” Bridge asked, slurring, kaya nabalik ako into reality. I shook my head. “Wala, let’s get you out of here.” I looked around once more, and I beamed as I saw Kristian. “Kris!” Kris was talking to someone, I assume the groom, kasi he was wearing a corsage, and then he excused himself to come to me. “Help.” I immediately said as I pointed at Bridge.

Isang rosas na lang, makapagpapahinga na rin siya. Biglang namatay ang lahat ng ilaw. Ang tanging natira ay ang ilaw na nakatutok sa kaniya. Ramdam na ramdam niya tuloy na sa kaniya nakatutok ang lahat ng mga mata. Isang musika na nakaaantig ng puso ang pumailanlang, kasunod ang paglabas mula sa kung saan ng isang lalaki na nakasuot ng kulay light pink na tuxedo.

The vibrant hues of roses, lilies, and daisies intertwined, creating a breathtaking sight that captured Marisse's attention. A mix of emotions washed over Marisse as she accepted the bouquet from Anthony's outstretched hand. She was touched by the thoughtfulness of the gesture, appreciating the effort he had put into selecting such a meaningful gift. The vibrant colors and sweet fragrance of the flowers seemed to symbolize a renewed hope and the potential for a fresh start. Marisse held the bouquet close to her heart, feeling a warmth spread through her. It was a gesture that spoke volumes, a silent apology for the pain he had caused and a promise of a brighter future. The flowers represente

“Pero gusto kong gumawa ng lugar na hindi basta nakakalimutan. Na magiging top-tier resto sa buong Pilipinas.” Napalunok si Lyndon, ramdam ang bigat ng tono ng boses ng boss. “Plant red roses all around the place,” utos ni Caden pagkatapos ng ilang segundo. “The kind with the strongest scent. I want the whole area to smell like it strong, overwhelming, unforgettable.” “Roses, Sir?” tanong ni Lyndon, nag-aalangan. Tumango si Caden, seryoso. “Roses are like her beautiful, but bleeding when touched.”

Tahimik siyang tinitigan ni Brix, at nang siya'y makalapit dito, inabot nito sa kanya ang isang malaking bungkos ng mga rosas na daisies, “Binili ko ito sa daan, at sa tingin ko babagay ito sa’yo.” Napakunot-noo si Maureen, hindi niya inaasahan na darting ang araw na tatanggap siya ng bulaklak. Kinuha niya ito at inamoy, “Bakit puro kulay rosas ang binibigay mo sa akin?” Paboritong paborito nilang bilhan siya ng kulay rosas. Saglit na nag-isip si Brix, “Instinct lang siguro, nararamdaman kong bagay sa’yo ang pink.”

Umalis din kaagad ang lalaki ng matapos maisalansan ng mabuti ang mga bulaklak na dinilever nito. Tatlong dosena ng mga rosas at tatlong uri rin ang kulay. Red rose, pink rose and white rose. Ngunit ang nagustuhan niya ay ang red roses. Kahit gustong-gusto iya ang mga bulaklak. Ibabalik niya ang mga iyon sa binata. Halos hindi na makita ni Margaux ang kanyang nilalakaran. Dahil sa mga bulaklak na dala niya.

I looked at Crimson who was wearing a white polo, his eyes were closed and he was praying too. Umiling lang ako at akmang pupunta sa ibang parte ng dagat when Crimson held my hand. "Don't move while everyone's praying." He opened his eyes and smiled at me. I stopped, here he is again. Smiling like a fool, tsk. "It's boring," "If you behave tonight. I'll buy you an ox's blood when I come home tomorrow," Sumimangot ako. "Are you saying that it's better?" I want human blood but I can't find the motivation to drink someone else's. Since I smell his blood, I crave it, damn it.

Dahil ang kulay rosas ay isa sa pinakamasaya at pinakaimportanteng kulay para sa akin, hindi lang ito nang dahil kay Louis. Dahil ang kulay na ito ay nagbigay sa akin o sa amin ng muling pag-asa, muling pagbango, muling simula, at muling pagkakaisa. This color isn't just a color for some, this is a color that symbolize femininity and matriarchy. This represents us, women, and after all in this brand of ours... all of us are women here.

Ang mga mata ni Daniel ay nakatingin sa kanya na tila binabasa kung ano ba ang nasa isipan niya. She could see the desire written on his eyes. Wala sa loob na inangat niya ang kamay at hinawakan ang pisngi ng lalaki. Marahan niyang hinaplos iyon. She could feel his growing stubbles and that actually satisfied her. Hindi niya alam kung bakit dahil lagi namang ang mga crush niya ay gusto niyang malinis talaga at walang balbas o bigote… pero kay Daniel… it added to his appeal and it made him look hotter.

Her fear mingled with something else—something darker. At nakita ko iyon. Ang spark sa mga mata niya na pilit niyang itinatanggi. I leaned close, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. “This is what it means to be mine. My world. My rules. My blood.” “Damian…” her voice cracked, breaking between fear and desire. I wanted to kiss her right there. Taste her terror. Taste her fire. Pero hindi pa oras. Hindi pa ngayon. Instead, kinuha ko ang rosas mula sa mesa. The petals had drops of blood on them—fragile beauty tainted by violence. I pressed it into her shaking hand.