English Roses Novels & Stories

I was utterly exhausted, yearning for some sleep. Looking out of the skylight, I was met with a vast, colorful sea of roses. The rose garden extended as far as the eye could see, spreading until it reached the horizon. Giselle informed me that Sebastian had employed over a hundred skilled gardeners to cultivate this garden, featuring rose varieties like Juliet roses, Louis XIV roses, Green Lemon roses, Rhodes roses, Pink Countess Eva roses, and many more superior breeds. The tower's top provided the best viewpoint for appreciating the rose garden.

|| Narrator’s Pov || “These just came in this morning, miss. Fresh from the garden. We’ve got red roses, whites, yellows, pinks, lilies, mixed, anything you’d like.” the shop owner said while spraying water over the fresh petals. Rosa’s numb eyes drifted over the vibrant display before her lips parted faintly. “White.” The shop owner smiled at the pale girl. “Roses? Lilies or–” “Anything.” Rosa whispered faintly.

“Only good little humans get to cum, Rose.” I wiped my mouth furiously and glared at him as he admired my flushed body. “I don’t want you to make me cum. I don’t want you touching me ever again!” “Careful what you wish for,” he smirked. “Now get dressed. I have the perfect task for you today.” ೋღ🌹ღೋ

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."

There were red, crimson, pink, white and orange. While looking around, Kylie briefly explained the flowers Celine pointed out. "The most fragrant rose is this one, the Princess Rose," she said, touching a dark red rose. "Hey, there are names, anyway?" Celine asked, surprised. "There are many, this white one is called Great White Rose, and the pink one is called Pertiwi Rose." "The red one is also a different name?" Celine approached a pot whose roses were about to bloom. She had never seen orange-coloured ones like that before. She thought it wasn't even a rose.

Taking the card, Eranthe finally noticed the gracefully written words. To Elsa: May your wishes come true, and may your work go smoothly. I hope these flowers accompany you through a beautiful day. Signature: Rodriguez Eranthe's heart skipped a beat; it was a gift from Colin. On the side, Eva chimed in, "I just checked. The language of Juliet roses signifies guarded love, symbolizing pure and sincere emotions. Eranthe, did your boyfriend send these? When did you find a new partner? You didn't even tell us."

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?”