Crimson Roses Novels & Stories

They were red and shiny like jewels, reflecting the sunlight that came through the trees. Elara noticed the flowers too and recognized them. She turned to me and said, "Scarlett, look at these flowers. They're called Crimson Bloom. They can help heal wounds and injuries." I was curious and moved closer to see the beautiful Crimson Bloom. The petals were soft like velvet, and the stem had small thorns for protection. It seemed strong and alive, capturing my attention. "Tell me more, Elara," I asked with genuine interest. "How do these flowers help with healing?"

Ella and I have this notion that the alumni actually came up with the idea to distinguish us from their precious kids and not to make us feel special. It was during recess, Ella and I were eating a lunch of boiled rice and stew in the cafeteria while watching a movie on her laptop when Alexa and her minions, Asha, Bridget, Isabella, and Monica, sauntered by with their lunch trays. The standard Brixden uniform was a black pleated skirt just above knee-length, a white short-sleeved shirt, and wine plaid jacket. All students were expected to wear white socks and black leather shoes, but some students, such as the glam girls, always wore their own version of the uniform, which included very shor

I didn't respond. "Perfect family, Perfect job. Perfect ways to get away with anything" I look her dead in her eyes and she glanced at me once before looking down and giving me beads and flowers to start the crowns.

Kyle asked Crystal this after what she just initially said about Rose being distinct, and deadlier than the rest of the Steeles. And to this, Crystal said, "Fire has a voice. And so does the cold, and the sea. The earth we step on does speak...as do the wind. To understand Rose, one must start from the beginning. You see, we are voices. Mere whispers of creation, but Rose makes up the voices of the dead, and the whispers of blood. She is more strengthened with each kill from the past, and they call her the red one because of what she represents. Blood."

Rashmi said with a wink and that made her more angry " yeah what to do MY HUSBAND is so much handsome that he attracts attention more than he should. He is like the rose in the garden. Everyone can admire him but only one can have him and that is me. So you see I have to stick around with my husband to save him from hungry bitches like you." She wanted to say this on her face but did not as she Is Shayari's best friend she does not want to insult Rashmi and hurt Shayari indirectly.

City A, 15 years ago, in a dilapidated house, the firelight was slowly spearing to every corner. The fire made a crackling, crackling, ticking sound that echoed in the stillness of the night. Suddenly, the fire flared up violently. It engulfed everything it passed through. In that deadly fire, the image of a rose playing in the sea of ​​​​fire slowly appeared. It shone extremely brightly and then began to fade to ashes. That rose was like his heart. Since that day, his heart had died, left only the animosity.

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

He throws my body onto his bed and I bounce for a second before his body is on me, his hardening length pressing into the spot between my legs. I try to twist my body and crawl away but Richard is immovable. “Stop!” I cry out, feeling sick to my stomach with fear. Richard forces my legs apart with his body and forces his hands beneath my short black dress. He grips my thighs hard, not enough to bruise as evidence he’d hurt me but just enough to make me feel pain. “Your bodies perfect, Rose. Even some of the female vampires couldn’t compare to you.” He opens a draw and to my horror he pulls out a pair of hand cuffs. Even with me struggling to escape, he managed to handcuff my wrists so they’r

There were red, crimson, pink, white and orange. While looking around, Kylie briefly explained the flowers Celine pointed out. "The most fragrant rose is this one, the Princess Rose," she said, touching a dark red rose. "Hey, there are names, anyway?" Celine asked, surprised. "There are many, this white one is called Great White Rose, and the pink one is called Pertiwi Rose." "The red one is also a different name?" Celine approached a pot whose roses were about to bloom. She had never seen orange-coloured ones like that before. She thought it wasn't even a rose.

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You