Novel & Cerita Crossing Roses

It's not the last time we'll see each other — we'd still meet on the day of graduation. Melissa, Flora and Claire went to the get together. It was held in a garden called Love Garden. I don't know why it's called that, but Love Garden has the most beautiful flowers. I go there sometimes, but not with a crowd. I went to the rooftop, alone. The air here was refreshing, and perfect for some alone time. I glanced at the school view — the scenery was great, and soon, I'll have a change of scenery. I sat down and took a deep breath. I don't know how long I had been here, until Flora came running to me.

And as Martinez stepped into the dark foyer, the heavy, suffocating scent of expensive, sweet floral perfume hit my nose, completely masking the smell of the night. Seraphina’s perfume. Martinez stopped dead in his tracks, his entire body turning into a solid block of ice beneath me as he stared into the dark, empty house.

Slowly onlookers increased and vehicles horn echoed in the whole crossing with loud crispy noise of public. Two lovers were using public area like there private chamber with their excellent kissing style passionately. The two people’s faces glue together arousing many people’s desire with their outstanding tall, slander, and buildup figure as man and woman of the year. After many minutes of horn and crispy noise they both let go of each other. Rose was shy but Alex was confused. “What was that?” Alex asked. Rose looked down on road, grabbed her hand, and strode between the public who were gossiping about the wild couple who were making out under several people’s gaze.

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

*** "Sebastian? Sebastian! Sebastian where are you?" Gosh, where could he be? Zeke took the stairs to the back and proceeded to the green house. "Sebastian!" He called as he entered. He heard some rustling ahead by the rose plantation so he approached. He sighed he relief when he saw Sebastian sitting on a bench by the rose flowers. "Here you are." Sebastian didn't raise his head to him. Zeke joined him on the bench. Non of them said anything for the first two minutes until Zeke broke the awkward silence.

Pink multiflora roses represented purity, while burgundy red ones symbolized the vow of unwavering love. Both types of roses embodied her longing to remain forever united with Cedric, the only person she wished to be with. Observing discreetly, the waitress quickly left to spare herself the discomfort of intruding on their intimate moment. Cedric navigated through the sea of flowers, his strides bringing him to her side. "These roses were all air-shipped from Gallia. Do you like them?" Her racing heart suddenly calmed down at his words, and Sophie looked up and met his gaze directly. "Did you really go to Gallia?"

Clara drops to her knees, landing on the white platform with a violent crack of lightning. “Aria!” Her voice cuts through everything shattering the seal’s silence. I run to her and slam into an invisible wall. “Clara!” She slams her hands against the same barrier from her side, lightning sparking and hisssing. “Aria let me in ” “I can’t !” The barrier glows between us, harsh and blinding. My divinity whispers from behind me: “Only she who is choosing may cross.” Clara snarls at the barrier, storm rising like a hurricane.

The winter roses were in full bloom, their petals glowing silver under the moon, frost edging their thorns like delicate lace. Liera gasped as they stepped into the clearing. “Wow… I had only heard of them. Never seen them.” The frozen roses stretched before them, their blooms perfect and ethereal, silver frost sparkling on every petal. The garden was a hidden jewel of Ravencrest, a place few were allowed to enter. Ryke had come here often when the weight of his duties grew too heavy. Now, he watched Liera as she stepped closer, her green eyes wide with wonder, fingers reaching out to touch a bloom without disturbing the frost.

A few wide-open creamy roses were added to each arched hedge as decoration. The Dusk Roses on the right, though, caught my attention the most. It was crammed with fully bloomed-red roses. Some were late crimson like the first glass of wine you drank in the morning, some were velvety scarlet like a medieval old-fashioned dress you wore, some were seductive red like the apple in the garden of Eden, and some were newly red like rouge on a girl who is waiting for her date. Augustine took my hand and stopped in front of the Dusk Roses, he ran his hand through my hair, and his blue eyes that shone under the moonlight stared at me, I almost assumed that he would say a vow in those roses' witness.