Crossing Roses Novels & Stories

Jeffrey got up and jumped up and down to get there. He thought the flowers had bloomed, and I was back. But how could a rose that was uprooted bloom? He opened the iron gate of the rose garden and found that the land was loose. He saw Joanna holding a small hoe, squatting on the ground, and plowing bit by bit. "Look, Jeffrey, I want the roses I planted to bloom all over the garden." Without waiting for him to respond, Joanna, who was wearing high fashion and exquisite makeup-, hugged him. "Happy? Besides Audrey, I can also plant roses for you."

The rare black dragon roses. These are unlike any other roses, black in colour, and twice the size of ordinary roses. They are uniquely found only within the confines of the dark forest's cliff! “Found them!” I cried out, feeling a gush of excitement. “Be careful!” Rey warned from behind. After setting my bag down, I cautiously approached the cliff edge, which was somewhat slick from an unexpected rain shower. I gently positioned myself at the edge, leaning slightly forward, and reached for the plant. A single rose would suffice.

She still felt somewhat worried. In the Turner family garden, vast stretches of red roses were in full bloom. Due to special cultivation techniques, these roses grew like they were on trees. There was a small path between each tree, and as people walked through, the faint fragrance of the flowers would stick to them, leaving them in a relaxed and peaceful mood.

She thought it wasn't even a rose. She touched the delicate crown of the ceiling rose. She sniffed it with her nose, trying to smell the fragrance. It wasn't as fragrant as the princess's rose, indeed. But Celine felt that this rose was particular. "That's Megawati's rose. It's a cross between a red rose and a yellow rose. Yellow roses can't live in a tropical environment, so the cross was imported." Kylie explained again. "That's right, the orange ones are always special," Celine said proudly.

Albert Crousse and La France fluttered in the silent wind , Chelsea loved these two especially La France with its exquisite charming look , that pink splattered with crimson was simply beautiful and their mild fragrance was enchanting . But that was not the complete truth , she indeed loved Peonies because they weren't intoxicating like roses but she loved them because these flowers were the ones Rogue had given her on the day of their engagement . Peonies signified happy marriage and when Rogue gifted her these flowers , she was over the moon . She believed Rogue gave her these peonies because just like her , he wanted a happy marriage with her but -

Giant, deep red, glowing roses. I thrashed, trying to pull myself up, but the damn things had a grip like iron. Every time I moved an inch, they sprawled higher, coiling tighter, dragging me deeper into their grasp. Their petals looked soft, almost beautiful—until I saw the teeth hidden beneath them, snapping dangerously close to my skin. "That woman said the fae world isn't a joke!" I growled, struggling harder. "But she failed to mention the motherfucking sea of carnivorous roses!"

“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 not like any I’d seen before. It was cathedral-like in structure, the arched roof disappearing into a dusky sky above, streaks of violet and silver from the setting sun casting ghost-light over everything. Climbing vines scaled the walls. Flower beds overflowed with dark red roses, their petals deep and bruised like clotted wine. And nestled among them were black roses—impossibly real, impossibly alive. Like they’d bloomed out of death itself. Reneé stepped to the center and turned, folding her arms.