Crossing Roses Novels & Stories

Wenny said curiously. "Ah, no, he just wants to soak in the hot springs," explained Ziyan. "Yes, there are also warm springs here, Ilona, ​​we have to try them!" invited Wenny. "Okay!" the answer was short. The three of them stopped at Rose Hill, the beautiful view was indeed worth enjoying. "Wow, there's a Bourbon Rose here too!" said Daniel who seemed to understand the types of roses. "What's that?" Ilona asked. "Imported roses resulting from crossing Damask Roses and Chinese Old Blush," he answered.

As they walked down the corridor, the walls adorned with roses of various hues, including rare Ekwadorian black roses, each accompanied by a note reading "Enjoy your work." The handwritten script exuded elegance, suggesting that the sender was equally refined. As people ahead pressed Mimi for answers, she proudly showcased the gifts but couldn't identify the sender. Observing from a distance, Charlotte couldn't shake the feeling that this flowers display was all too familiar.

She crouched down to admire a cluster of particularly vibrant roses, their petals a brilliant shade of red. As she reached out to touch one of the roses, something strange happened. A warm, tingling sensation spread from her fingertips, and she felt a deep connection to the plants around her. To her astonishment, the roses began to grow and bloom even more vibrantly under her touch. She gasped, pulling her hand back in shock. "What...what just happened?" Zyra whispered to herself, her heart racing. She glanced around to see if anyone else had witnessed the strange event, but she was alone.

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.

Next to it are two smaller bushes that look like they’re just rooted enough to bloom. One has blooms with deep red petals that verge on a plum. They’re larger than the Earl Gray roses, but it’s difficult to look away from how unusual they are. The other is a white with a hint of blush coloring in the center. Those roses are smaller, with ruffled edges. I look at the plaque on the ground in front of them. ‘Their parents, Bronx and Iokaste Mason dedicate these rose bushes to Maya and Andreas.’ “Oh, Bronx! You had rose bushes dedicated to the kids?” I feel tears prick the corners of my eyes.

and unlocked the door. He moved her going away from him...he was looking at her without blinking and taking in her beautiful and gorgeous self.. Her white coat that is her pride and signifies her hardwork to her patients, was held in her one hand... Her purse in other hand... A stethoscope, that was, is and maybe will be her favourite jewellery that she always carried around with her, was around her neck.... She was beauty with brains in herself. A perfect combination... No wonder his mom loves her more than him and would stay unhappy everytime Kiara or anyone bought up the topic of their marriage ceremony to be held...

Igna cocked her furry head as she lay on her belly and stretched, closing her eyes and going silent before the image disappeared, leaving the omega alone in her mind again. Axe looked up finding the greenhouse surrounded by roses everywhere, his heart beat a little at the sight of them, because, they were not red, not even white, but rather a strange combination of both colors in gradient, like when you want to paint something and suddenly you run out of material, he touched one walking towards the place, bending down and inhaling for the scent, being powerful and strange. Even for wolves many flowers had no scent beyond the typical forest, fresh or something like that, roses included, he tr

I was utterly exhausted, yearning for some sleep. Looking out of the skylight, I was met with a vast, colorful sea of roses. The rose garden extended as far as the eye could see, spreading until it reached the horizon. Giselle informed me that Sebastian had employed over a hundred skilled gardeners to cultivate this garden, featuring rose varieties like Juliet roses, Louis XIV roses, Green Lemon roses, Rhodes roses, Pink Countess Eva roses, and many more superior breeds. The tower's top provided the best viewpoint for appreciating the rose garden.

The path was designed in such a way that the walkers could lose themselves among the walkways without being disturbed in order to enjoy the scenery to the fullest because of the high walls of hedges all around. Rosalie's eyes lit up as soon as she saw me. I wanted to believe it was a good sign and that it was still not too late for me to learn more about her. "You look beautiful today," I gave her a kiss, noticing the smile that crept up her lips at my words. "Thank you," she whispered. I held out one of the roses I had found along the way. A perfect red rose with vivid color. She took it in her hand and brought it close to her face to smell it.

I breathed. "A sign of hope," Sebastian murmured, stepping closer to examine the rare bloom. "Moon Roses only appear at moments of cosmic significance. They haven't been seen since the fall of the Royal kingdoms." The silvery-blue flower continued to grow before our eyes, unfurling delicate petals that seemed to capture and reflect the light in an almost impossible way. As it reached full bloom, a subtle fragrance filled the room, clean and pure, like the first breath of air after a cleansing rain.