English Roses Novels & Stories

Adolph took note, “Why?” “Because of how much the Rosa multiflora, mahoe, and the winter daphne resemble the oleander flower,” she said seriously. “It would be like wishing doom upon the wedding to use any of them and they’re staples in most varieties of petal jams! They aren’t used in any jam eaten at a wedding as far as I know.”

Igna cocked her furry head as she lay on her belly and stretched, closing her eyes and going silent before the image disappeared, leaving the omega alone in her mind again. Axe looked up finding the greenhouse surrounded by roses everywhere, his heart beat a little at the sight of them, because, they were not red, not even white, but rather a strange combination of both colors in gradient, like when you want to paint something and suddenly you run out of material, he touched one walking towards the place, bending down and inhaling for the scent, being powerful and strange. Even for wolves many flowers had no scent beyond the typical forest, fresh or something like that, roses included, he tr

Now, my mouth’s agape with amusement as his words sink in, “Yeah right, as if I can be stolen” At least not when I’m so madly in love with you… **** The gentle breeze swayed my hair away from my face as I inhale the fresh scent of roses mixed with the dewy scent of damp soil coming from the watered plants. Taking one last deep breath, holding the wine glass in my left hand, I raise it to take another sip of my white wine. The rich lime-like taste of the Sancerre smoothly glides down my throat. I couldn’t help but come outside to inspect the various colored roses, shipped from all over the foreign countries after my mom promised me their beauty.

She was invigorated and inspired by the sight of Jameson's rose garden once more. "The Damask Rose, also known scientifically as Rosa Damascena, symbolizes the iconic legend of Aphrodite and Adonis in Greek mythology. It is the symbol of love and beauty, the epitome of romance." Her eyes shimmered excitedly as she rattled off her extensive knowledge of roses. "The Damask rose essential oil is very valuable. It is effective for physical and spiritual uses. Importing Damask roses is costly, but we rarely come across domestic plantations that produce the rose.

Pink multiflora roses represented purity, while burgundy red ones symbolized the vow of unwavering love. Both types of roses embodied her longing to remain forever united with Cedric, the only person she wished to be with. Observing discreetly, the waitress quickly left to spare herself the discomfort of intruding on their intimate moment. Cedric navigated through the sea of flowers, his strides bringing him to her side. "These roses were all air-shipped from Gallia. Do you like them?" Her racing heart suddenly calmed down at his words, and Sophie looked up and met his gaze directly. "Did you really go to Gallia?"

This year’s flowers are absolutely breathtaking. The orchids are a refreshing baby pink outlined with a darker shade highlighted as the star of the bouquet, with an array of paler pink and white tea roses nestled around the exotic flowers. Tufts of eucalyptus peak out with a tiny amount of thin twisty twigs sticking out, making it feel more modern and less bridal. It’s perfect and my eyes water looking at it. I bite back the giddy grin as I hug the bouquet close and make my way out of the shop.

I saw a deep red rose under my hand. A Cadenza rose? But where did it come from? I picked it up and held it close to my nose and sniffed the fragrant flower. “Mm!” I sat up and looked around me. The entire bed was covered with a couple hundred roses in many varieties. I felt my jaw drop in total surprise. Several I recognized immediately by their coloring and pattern like the Chestnut Rose, Enchantress and especially the Setina which was one of my favorites. I picked up several more and made a small bouquet, pressing their soft petals to my face, inhaling their sweet aroma. My favorite scent!

She still felt somewhat worried. In the Turner family garden, vast stretches of red roses were in full bloom. Due to special cultivation techniques, these roses grew like they were on trees. There was a small path between each tree, and as people walked through, the faint fragrance of the flowers would stick to them, leaving them in a relaxed and peaceful mood.

I sharply commanded the driver, who also had a black mask on. The car lurched forward roughly as the driver pumped the accelerator lever. I cocked my gun and fired two shots in the air from the window. Then with a satisfied grin, I leaned back into the cushion of the car. The smell of cigarette was thick in the car as everyone was nursing a stick. I glanced at the unconscious girl's face, she was an half caste. I could tell from her skin colour, which was copper colored, and her long curly hair. I positioned her well so that her head was on my laps. It gave me the opportunity to study her facial profile well.

And sitting on the table is another envelope, just like the one I found earlier, along with a huge bouquet of roses. I approach the table slowly, my fingers brushing over the petals of the roses. My eyes linger on them, and that’s when I notice it. These roses... they’re different. Not like the usual roses I’ve seen before. Their red color is deeper, almost like it’s been kissed by the night itself, and there’s a tinge of darkness around the edges. It’s subtle but unmistakable. I recognize them instantly. These aren’t just any roses. These are from Mikhail’s garden. I’ve seen them before, growing here, in this very garden where he tends to them so carefully, where his hands work the soil lik