Novel & Cerita Crimson Roses

Suddenly, a line of hotel attendants marched through the front glass doors carrying massive, elaborate arrangements of rare, shimmering roses. Blue moon-blooms, blood-red velvet petals, and sparkling silver-tipped stems filled the air with an overpowering, intoxicating fragrance that captivated the entire room. Cassidy gasped, her eyes lighting up with greed as she stepped forward. "Look at those! Those are northern moon-roses! They cost a fortune to harvest from the Alpha mountains!" She turned to Declan with a fake, fluttering smile. "Alpha Declan, did you order these for our pack delegation to celebrate the agreement?"

Hundreds, thousands of them. Massive, extravagant arrangements of the rarest, deepest crimson roses the exact, aggressive shade of the power suit Zara was currently wearing. Within sixty seconds, the minimalist corporate lobby was transformed into a suffocatingly beautiful, overwhelmingly fragrant sea of red. The scent of roses was so thick and intoxicating it made Zara's head spin. The entire Vance Design staff had stopped working, coming out of their offices to stare in absolute shock at the sheer, ridiculous billionaire flex unfolding in front of them.

Then humanity needed to change with it. At first, Husen worked alongside them willingly. He believed they were searching for a cure. For months they studied ancient blood samples preserved beneath the station. The samples behaved unlike anything known. They regenerated damaged tissue. They repaired cells. They adapted to foreign organisms instead of rejecting them. The researchers named it...Crimson Blood. Husen warned them repeatedly. "We don't understand it." Their answer never changed. "We'll never understand it if we're afraid to touch it."

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.

Her features were hidden, yet Marisol knew it was Elizabeth. It was another portrait of Kyro's hollow devotion. If he'd loved her so, why had Elizabeth suffered so much? Marisol took some black and red paint, blending them into a deep, bruised hue. Dipping a brush into it, she painted a crimson-black rose across the veil. The once divine scene curdled into something sinister in an instant. From beside her, Kyro chuckled. "I knew you'd like those roses. The research lab spent a long time cultivating the perfect crimson-black roses. I had them grown just for you. We'll have them at our wedding. What do you think?"

The scent of roses clung to the air, thick and sweet, but there was nothing gentle in the garden where Serenya had been cast. The blossoms were not flowers at all—at least not natural ones. Their crimson petals shone faintly under moonlight, shimmering with a sheen like wet blood. Their thorns were long, curved like hooks, and when she reached too close to push aside a vine, it snapped forward, drawing a line of red across her wrist.

Crimson's POV I was getting dressed in my training attire when Rose entered the room without knocking, I raised my eyebrows at her, my expression questioning her disrespectful behavior. "How dare you badge into the Crown Princess room without permission," Katrina said before I could even say anything. "Crown Princess Crimson I am sorry, please forgive my bad manners for it was urgent I didn't have the time to think," Rose said, making me curious about what she was talking about. "It's not a problem but what made you rush into my room in such a disrespectful manner?" I asked.

The banquet venue chosen by Crimson Engineering was the Rose Manor, where the Wilder Group had also held their anniversary celebrations years ago. Inside the huge iron gates, roses spread everywhere, of all kinds. As soon as one got close, the strong fragrance of roses could be smelled. Besides that, the wine here was exceptional—it was a privately owned manor, and without some connections, renting it was impossible. This alone proved the Chairman of Crimson Engineering’s status in the business world. On the day of the party, Chris only accepted one surgery.

“Do you like it?” Henry asked Roxanne in a deep husky voice. When Roxanne stepped out of the mall, she gasped at what was in front of her. Henry was perched on the red dazzling Ferrari. It was filled with beautiful, deeply cupped double blossoms which had a vibrant ombre pink to apricot colour. These unique roses stood out and made the car look all the more beautiful. In addition, they emitted an intense sweet fragrance that surrounded the place.

But that day, I go back with a wavering feeling. It has been one year since then, Now I'm 18 years old and I also get closer to Mark and get to know his ambitions along with dex. I've decided to plant a trust in them and so I trained and joined the gang while also being a member of Shallow Rail. I gain a new title that soon rose up in the media after a few missions, they call me ' The Rose Empress'. It was formed after they found a black rose along with a strong rose scent on my dead victim. It just somehow became my trademark even tho initially, I put a rose to show a tad of grieve. For me, it was a mission but for them, it's the end of their life so I want to at least pay my respect as a f