Novel & Cerita Crossing Roses

And he is impossible to miss. He leans casually against the barrier with the biggest bouquet of roses I have ever seen in my life, cradled in one arm. There has to be at least fifty roses woven together in a breathtaking arrangement of deep reds, soft pinks, and creamy whites. The flowers are so extravagant that several people walking past actually turn to stare. But I only see him. Greg spots me instantly, and the grin that spreads across his face is enough to make my heart stumble painfully in my chest.

I was not much of an admiration type guy , but I had to admit – this garden was the best I ever had been in. The walk way was divided into many other passage ways – seems quite normal….But the difference between other gardens and this garden, is that each passage way branching out from the walk way is bordered with a high hedge. All along the hedge , had beautiful red roses blooming from it. Each passage way is like a mini maze – simply beautiful. I am brought out my thoughts as I hear a female giggle. I turn towards it’s direction and I saw the maiden from earlier peaking out of a passage way – giggling at me as I have long passed her while I was spectating the scenery. Once she had seen me

Instead, her hands stayed on her face, caressing and nibbing. ‘How did she get to this? She remembered insulting the man in white at the burial ceremony of her best friend. His beauty hypnotized her at first. His prominent cheekbones and chiseled jaw had trapped her eyes in them. His silver glistening eyes devoured her own eyes, making it hard to look away.’

Sean said before he made a rose appear seemingly from thin air, “A beautiful rose for the even more beautiful Claudia.” At those words Claudia’s expression darkened and she stood up causing her black gown to swirl around her matching the stormy look in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” he said while wondering why Claudia wasn’t teasing him about being corny like she normally would. At that Claudia looked at him and took the rose from his hand but said as she pricked her finger with a thorn, “Yes, a rose is beautiful, but it is dangerous due to its thorns. Like the rose, I may be beautiful, but I am a predator of the night. A monster wrapped in a pretty skin.” As she finish

Marcus didn’t move. Didn’t look away. The faint smirk vanished. Something rawer took its place. Something hungry and primal. The air thickened. Charged with something more than tension. Something deeper. Something that had been building for days, weeks—something neither of them had fully named. Ethan swallowed once. Marcus crossed the distance with their lips—slow and deliberate. One warm, damp hand slid to the back of Ethan's neck. He pulled him in. Their mouths crashed together.

I whispered. He offered his arm. “Let them see.” And just like that, we stepped into the night—a storm dressed in black silk and dominance. The Cross Foundation Gala was less an event and more a carefully staged performance of power. Held at The Blackstone—the Hamptons’ crown jewel—it didn’t just impress. It warned. Every detail dripped with restraint and decadence: black lacquered tables gleamed like oil under the warm flicker of onyx candles, each flame mirrored in smoked crystal glassware. The scent of dark roses and aged bourbon drifted through the air, threading between murmured conversations and the quiet, arrogant hum of old money and even older secrets.

"Wake up sleepy head!! Happy birthday Rose. Wake up!!", Royce keeps jumping repeatedly on my bed and screaming at a high pitch like a mad man. I drag my fluffy covers over my head and press them gently against my ears, trying to keep his deafening screams out. I sigh in relief when the sound goes down a few pitches but my satisfaction is short-lived because he drags the covers harshly away from my body. "Go away..." I groan, turning away from him.

Like I had the power of life and death. The third one, however, I did not allow to burn entirely but only the edge of the petals. Half red and half black. Roses on fire. Suddenly, I let out a hysterical laugh until my cousin walked into the office, perhaps brought on by the smell or even my outbursts. “What the hell are you doing, Rick?” “Killing them!” I replied, keeping my fanatical grin on my face. “Killing roses…” he repeated as he approached. “You okay, bro?”

Chapter Two: SIGHTING Later that night, Rojean dolled up to go to a place that was both a nightclub and a bar that everyone was talking about. She was old enough, for sure, especially if she was going to get married soon. But she was never the kind of person to go out on the weekends, to a club or even a bar and always preferred the comfort of their apartment which Lucas didn’t mind at all even when he wanted to go out. She was in a cream coloured off shoulder dress which stopped mid-thigh and hugged her curves beautifully.

Rudra asks me again. "Ofcourse." I reply. We walk for sometime then a block of rock comes in our path. Rudra climbs up first and helps me to the other side. When we climb down and get past the heavy long bushes closed together what I see can't be described in words. It is this huge clearing in which there is big lake, shining because of sunrays. Around the lake there are flowers. So many flowers. And as we walk through it they feel so soft. And it is surrounded by trees. We sit down at a patch of soft grass.