English Roses Novels & Stories

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

she said excited, taking the seat beside me. I smiled brightly at her “Ella, Wow, it's so nice to see you again. I made sure to check the notice board for your name immediately I could because I'd been really hoping you wwre admitted” I said “How did you know it was me though?” Ella gave me a funny look before responding “Come on girl, you're easily the most beautiful lady in this hall. And in case you forgot, you have black curly hair!” she said. “By the way, can I please feel it?” she pleaded and combed her fingers through my hair before I could even respond.

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.

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

My heart was beating so fast I was sure they could hear it over the low thrum of music. "Gentlemen," Lorenzo began, his voice carrying that smooth authority that made people listen whether they wanted to or not. "I'd like you to meet Ellie Knight." He paused, and I felt his eyes on me even though I was staring at my hands folded in my lap. "She's officially a Black Rose now, under our protection." The words settled over the table like a heavy blanket. I didn't know what being a Black Rose meant, but from the way the three strangers straightened in their seats, it was clearly something significant. Something that changed how they looked at me.

Every detail was mine—venue style, cream source, imported florals. Even the Moonlight Roses were shipped straight from the Dark Forest. No expense spared. The place looked like royalty was about to walk in.

A drop of tear landed on the back of my hand. I ignored it and made a rose appear out of thin air just like a magician. "When we first started dating, you were nothing but a bouncer. The owner's enemies came looking for trouble. On Valentin's Day, you were severely injured and covered in blood. I was worried sick. I cried helplessly as I looked at your wounds. But what did you do? You pulled out a rose that you had been hiding, and it was covered in blood." Thomas chuckled as he took the rose from me.

And as Martinez stepped into the dark foyer, the heavy, suffocating scent of expensive, sweet floral perfume hit my nose, completely masking the smell of the night. Seraphina’s perfume. Martinez stopped dead in his tracks, his entire body turning into a solid block of ice beneath me as he stared into the dark, empty house.

"Requires a signature." "Who is it from?" Elara asked, her hand hovering over the lock. "No name, ma'am. Just instructions to deliver before dawn." Reluctantly, she opened the door just enough to slide the box inside. The moment the weight hit her arms, she smelled it—the cloying, heavy scent of lilies and something sharper, like ozone before a storm. She set the box on her kitchen island and pulled the ribbon. Inside lay two dozen roses. They weren't red, white, or even yellow. They were a deep, unnatural black, their petals looking like velvet dipped in ink. Tucked into the center was a thick, cream-colored card.

Adeel said and Azisha got startled by his presence "When did you come? You had time to come." Azisha said "I just came now. Happy birthday Azisha," Adeel said and handed her the Rose bouquet Azisha smiled looking at the Rose bouquet. She is allergic to Roses and Adeel does not even know that. "I can not take them. Sorry I am allergic to them." Azisha said still smiling Adeel took that bouquet and placed it away. "it is ok, you do not have to say sorry. I am sorry I did not knew that you are allergic to them." Adeel apologised to her