Crossing Roses Novels & Stories

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

“You’re really going to pretend—” “Pretend what?” Marcus interrupted, voice still even but carrying a new edge. “That you didn’t walk away and basically avoid me?” “That’s not — ” Ethan stopped himself, jaw clenched. “That’s not what this is.” “Then what is it about?” They stood much closer now. Too close. Ethan could smell the clean cedar of Marcus’s body wash. He could see the faint scattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose. His voice dropped lower. “…you kissed me.”

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.

His hand left my wrist and travelled down to my body and his teeth pulled softly on my bottom lip before he slammed his lips on mine, claiming my mouth again. My body shivered feverishly with pleasure, I wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling him closer to me. My fingers dived into his hair and the feel of his silky hair on my tips as I massaged his scalp aggressively sent waves of pleasure pooling in the pit of my stomach. He moaned in ecstasy before tearing his wet swollen lips away from mine. "cazzo!! mi stai guidando pazzo!!" "cosa stai facendo a me rosa??" he asked staring into my eyes like they held answers.

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.

She loves flowers. The stem of flower is very thick I take out my knife from basket and try to cut it. I cut the stem and as I go to put it my basket I hear a snap of twig breaking nearby. Thinking it were guards I stand up to confront them with flowers in one hand and knife in another and basket near my feet. But it wasn't father's guards it was a big black wild boar. I stay still as boar stands there, a little movement and I will become his focus for anger.

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.

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.