Dying Roses Blue Novels & Stories

It’d be cheating. Until he died due to old age, he would send fresh blue roses to my grave a few times a week. Eleven fresh long stem roses, the number of roses that mean "you’re my treasured one, to assure someone that he or she is truly and deeply loved", with the blue roses that symbolize "attaining the impossible" three times a week, forever. He never forgot about me, even as he lay on his deathbed. "I’ll finally get to see her again," were his parting words.

Bhyron’s eyes on me are warm and just a bit too penetrating. I take a deep breath, ignoring the spiders that have suddenly taken up residence in my belly; “What is this?” I ask, lifting my chin and trying to appear unaffected. “Who are these flowers for?” “Blue Roses are one of your favorites. They’re yours.” The corners of my lips kick up in a smile. A tiny, sarcastic smile. I walk towards the men with slow, measured steps. Then I pause in front of the first one, fighting hard to stop myself from sniffing the beautifully scented roses.

I nodded towards the door and we follow him outside. "What the fuck does he think, he's doing?" He asked as we look at him talking to someone inside a blue car. He left with 2 men. But two others got into a different car. They did not leave. "They are keeping an eye on someone aren't they" I nodded. "Rose" Coby snapped his head to me. "She is new here. She doesn't know him. He is trying to lure her into his hands" Coby cursed, "Just like D-" He stopped.

Layla pulled my hand, trying to get me to stay with her. "Honey? What's going on? Are you not happy to see me? Who is she?" She questioned. I turned and looked at her. After seeing my mate, Layla is nothing compaired to her. Alexandria had long, brown hair with beautiful hazel eyes. Layla had short blonde hair and brown eyes. Her face was always caked in makeup. "She's-" I started, but Layla interuppted me.

I let out a breath, "When will he wake up?" It had been one day without Orion and I was feeling overwhelmed with everything. Bidding farewell to Celia and others was not easy, I had to make sure no one doubted Orion's absence. "The blue mark is fading," Rose replied as she added a palm-shaped leaf into the red paste and started mixing it. "I am sorry you had to stay here taking care of a person you have never met before." She smiled but the smile was dull compared to her other smiles, "I am helping you. My mother would have wanted this."

A tear slipped Bianca's face as she realized that Tanya cared for her all these while when she was busy hating her for no dignified reason. The Blue Rose Oil that Tanya found was mainly used on the skin as a beauty product in the 1900s. It was extracted from the blue rose that was only found in the archives of great skin product companies and completely rare. It can be said that this oil is a treasure in itself. She took a sniff from her arm and a nice scent, not too strong, can be smelled. Tears flowed more on Bianca's face as she felt ashamed of herself as she remembered how she treated Tanya since her mum married her dad.

The aroma is sweet with a hint of floral and fruit. Here on Bluestoria, blue roses are sacred, meaning purity, power, sensitivity, and love. They also symbolize peace, expectations, and anticipation. The blue rose is a perfect flower for telling a loved one that you are thinking about the evolution of your relationship or showing your love for someone you find unreachable. The unimaginable joy of the beginning of a new venture. It signifies a fresh start in love. It brings the hope of falling in love and makes miracles happen. It’s the mystery of the impossible.

He grabbed her and asked, "Why are you running away?" "I'm going to work." She patted his hand and looked around the office. She found that many colleagues were standing by. Some of them even took out their mobile phones to record and didn't intend to stop at all. "Don't worry!" He said with a smile. His blue and beautiful eyes were full of craftiness. He took out a bunch of roses from his back like magic. There should be nine roses in the bunch, all of which were extremely rare black roses. They were blooming, beautiful and charming. Their petals were like black velvet, with crystal dew on them. The fragrance of the flowers was overwhelming.

However, before the food was served, the waiter brought over a bouquet of red roses. "This is for Ms. Stafford, sent by one Mr. Pennington in congratulations for the successful art exhibition." Heather did not take the flowers. She told the waiter to send them back. "Tell Mr. Pennington that I don't like red roses." Red roses were Anne's favorite, not hers. She only liked pink ones.

Marco drove into the gates of La Rosa Nera. The club's neon lights cast an eerie shadow over everything they touched. The club's pathway was a spectacle to behold. An archway adorned with beautiful black roses that resonated with the name of the club, La Rosa Nera (The Black Rose). The petals of these gorgeous flowers glittered and danced under the night sky. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and a fading sensation of danger that lingered.