English Roses Novels & Stories

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

“I will take utmost care of these roses!” She playfully strokes the roses, feeling their silkiness. The roses are the prettiest ones she has ever seen. Their scent is strong and the petals are more delicate than other roses. They are of a deep, navy blue color which reminded Roseanne of the sea. Dmitri is watching her with a small smile on his lips. Roseanne looks so happy that for a moment, it felt as if they were back to their childhood days when she would always spread laughter. Unable to hold himself, he gently kissed her cheek. Roseanne is taken by surprise and touches the spot where he kissed her.

She didn't even know white roses had types unless today when she saw the women fighting like nuts. Ashley looked at her in exasperation, "Rose White Parfum De Provence has a golden hue in the core. It will be really in contrast with greenery, sunshine and red oak floor!" She wasn't really bothered if the roses were peach or golden in the core of a wedding the supposed Bride wasn't about to attend. All she was wary about was the neck of the wedding designer, who was bound to snap it with the speed she was turning it from Ashley to Juana.

He wondered. Some moments later, the large gate opened for them to go in. A long tiled road came into view. It was such a beautiful setting. At each side of the road, beautiful flowers and tress were planted. They were still in Saint Hok but Dante felt like he entered another world entirely. They passed through a vineyard and an orchard. The apples on the apple fruits looked too good to eat.

Ella replied. We exchanged contacts and added each other up on our social media accounts then hugged as we parted. I willed myself to forget about the guy with the pink streak and the vanity crew as a whole. I was here on a scholarship and I couldn't risk being distracted.

Smith's accounts, there haven't been any transactions at all…" John tapped his fingers on the desk, irritable and growled coldly, "She's the one who planted the black roses, didn't she? Always playing such nonsensical tricks just to get me to go looking for her… Just to make me cave to her whims! "Go! Bring some men with you and search every inch of this villa. If she's really in this villa, make her kneel before Lara and apologize! "Also, dig those black roses out, root and all. The very sight of them irritates me!"

I didn't respond. "Perfect family, Perfect job. Perfect ways to get away with anything" I look her dead in her eyes and she glanced at me once before looking down and giving me beads and flowers to start the crowns.

Each place setting is meticulously arranged, with fine porcelain plates and glistening silverware, shimmering under the soft glow of the candlelight. As the candle flames flicker, casting a warm and intimate glow, a centerpiece of vibrant red roses takes center stage. The roses are carefully arranged, their petals unfurling gracefully, radiating a passionate allure. They are nestled in a crystal vase, their fragrance filling the air and weaving a tapestry of romance that envelops the room.

I breathed. "A sign of hope," Sebastian murmured, stepping closer to examine the rare bloom. "Moon Roses only appear at moments of cosmic significance. They haven't been seen since the fall of the Royal kingdoms." The silvery-blue flower continued to grow before our eyes, unfurling delicate petals that seemed to capture and reflect the light in an almost impossible way. As it reached full bloom, a subtle fragrance filled the room, clean and pure, like the first breath of air after a cleansing rain.