English Roses Novels & Stories

Yuna reminded the vampire elder about my wife's truth. “You’re right. I should have known.” With a deep sigh, Minerva calmed herself before sharing what she knew about the evidence we got. “Well, to answer your question, there was one class of roses that won't wither even decades had passed already from the time it was taken from its bush. It came from the Escoffier Rose Field." “Ecoffier Rose Field? Was that the same field in the clairvoyant realm?” Roxanne guessed, making Yuna smile.

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.

, she was ready for bed. But as she walked towards her door, she could not help but blink at the small basket of apricot-coloured roses as well as the man holding them. She recognized the flowers of course- Juliet Roses. They were one of the rarest exquisite roses that the world had known. Looking up, she stared into the stormy eyes of the man who brought them and gave a tired smile," Are these pretty things for me, Adi?" Leaning down, he kissed her cheek and spoke," Well, I don't see anyone else here who might enjoy these Juliet roses. Wish you a happy and blessed new year ahead, Fifi."

Her mother was quite frustrated at how Rojean put her claim, nevertheless they were both assured she was the only child. On the other hand, Theo Valencia was waiting for the car to arrive and once it did, he slipped inside his eyes, never leaving his phone. He had Oswald in the car with him and promptly, he put his phone’s screen to Oswald’s nose saying that Sei was going to be there. “She accepted the meeting. So the plan is just to observe her. Go unnoticed, you know how she is.”

“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

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.

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?”

A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. ✾ “Your arm?” I blink reluctantly at the woman in front of me. Biting my bottom lip, I slowly raise my hand and show her my wrist. She grabs onto it, pulling it towards her. She smiles at me, or I think she does, the only part of her that I could see either way was her lips, the bottom part of her nose, and everything below her ankles. Then she pulls a small sharp pen from her pocket, stabs it on my wrist, making me flinch. The pen starts turning red, and just like that she had taken some of my blood.

“Brother Turner, you came at the right time. The rainbow roses are blooming. Look at how beautiful it is!” Yosef looked in the direction she pointed and saw two flowers blooming on a rose bush. The colors of the flowers were very rare. They consisted of seven colors—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. They were known as rainbow roses, also seven-color roses and happiness roses. Their flower language was romance, dreams, happiness, beauty, and nobility. In addition to their vibrant colors, they also exuded a sense of sweetness. They were very rare, and it was Yosef who asked the gardener to carefully cultivate them. He wanted to give them to Yvonne as an expression of his af