Emperor's Rose Novels & Stories

I approach cautiously, trying not to disturb her slumber. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I glance at the computer screen in front of her. The document displayed on the screen is titled "Fragrance of Love." My heart skips a beat as I realize that this must be the copy of the book she was working on, the one named after the scent of Tuberose. Could it be that Ema is Tuberose?

Bellamy said. "Next time when you're back…" This sentence was too beautiful. It was so beautiful that she felt like she was getting ahead of herself. "This rose is in the Rosaceae family. It has an advantage. After cutting it and putting it in the water, it can bloom for more than a month. It is suitable for room decoration. Besides, the flowers are large and lovely." "Alright, let's buy it," she said as she saw several rows of cactus. There were many kinds of cactus. Some looked like fingers, some were round, some were flat, and some had red flowers. There were spikes all over them. Some of them were sharp and some were soft.

Nerves were popping in my forehead and I could feel my blood pressure getting higher because of this freaking idiot and his freaking pride. “Just shift, damn you!” I scream again, hushed whispers coming from around me. I didn’t bother changing the tone of my voice. My cap had also moved higher, showing my face, when I shook the spikes. It wasn’t a big deal that I was a woman, there were lots of women here, but they didn’t look like me. Royal Consorts just had a different aura on them, like what Mariana and Tarryn’s aura. They were exuding a scent and an aura that just showed the epitome of femininity. I just hope that the clothes and the dirt on my face will be enough to cover that. Puffing

Is it a coincident? ''With their warm, vibrant tones, orange roses symbolise enthusiasm and desire. If someone is looking for a way to express admiration and attraction—with an underlying message of passion and excitement, they'll send you a bouquet filled with these fiery blooms.'' She breathes out, smiling as she eyes each of the orange roses, ''I haven't seen him for quite some time, I'm not so sure if his interest has changed.'' ''I'm pretty sure they remain the same,'' I reply. She turns to me, ''It's beautiful how your name is Rose. Have you met my son, Elia?''

He was the New World Emperor. Next to the New World Emperor sat a beautiful lady dressed in a phoenix robe. The robe showed her perfect body while her beautiful features and energy gave the impression that she was the queen of the world. She was none other than the Empress. Florian’s heart raced as he was intimidated by the Emperor’s energy. However, his heart melted the next second when he looked at the Empress. ‘Wow.’ ‘That’s the Empress. How beautiful!’

I thank God the dress is braless because when I notice her perky dusty rose nipples calling out to me, I don't waste time. "Crescent." she moans lowly. That is a switch to something so carnal deep within me. I ravage her nipples and breasts like a starved man. Satisfied by my work on her breasts, I trace a finger down her torso while I kiss her. I am not surprised to find her wet and ready.

The words were simple, direct, and shocked most people. "Listen, listen! By the order of Emperor Kaelric Valen Drazor, who saved Kaldor and brought back order! His Imperial Majesty, having been miraculously saved from danger by a kind person with great character, has decided to marry this noble person. The maiden known as Liora, who showed amazing kindness and bravery in the Emperor’s worst moments, will be honored and will become the Empress of Kaldor!"

"Those guys are all jealous that I have such a sweet little fiancée. I'm afraid they'll steal you away." Back then, I believed him. I thought it was love. "Only then did I understand that when someone truly loved me, they couldn't wait to show me to the world." The hospital room door suddenly swung open. Vincent stood there, holding a velvet box in his hand. He smiled the same way he always did, as if everything was under his control. "Happy tenth anniversary, my little fiancée." He opened the box. Inside was an emerald necklace. "Do you like it? I personally selected the stone in Columbria."

A hefty tip. The woman's eyes widened slightly, but she took it and uttered a low thanks before going back to do her job. "Yes," I murmured, still getting used to being associated with a name I knew almost nothing about except for the power and protection that came with it. "Nikolai," he held out a hand. "It is nice to meet you, Black Rose." I took his hand, not wanting to be rude. His palms were soft, dry, and the warmth of it caught me off guard. He held me longer than necessary before letting go.

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.