Novel & Cerita English Roses

A few wide-open creamy roses were added to each arched hedge as decoration. The Dusk Roses on the right, though, caught my attention the most. It was crammed with fully bloomed-red roses. Some were late crimson like the first glass of wine you drank in the morning, some were velvety scarlet like a medieval old-fashioned dress you wore, some were seductive red like the apple in the garden of Eden, and some were newly red like rouge on a girl who is waiting for her date. Augustine took my hand and stopped in front of the Dusk Roses, he ran his hand through my hair, and his blue eyes that shone under the moonlight stared at me, I almost assumed that he would say a vow in those roses' witness.

He takes a slow breath and makes his way over to me holding out the rose. “You look absolutely exquisite,” he breathes, and I feel my cheeks heat up. I take the rose and sniff it instinctively. I’m surprised when I can smell that it’s real; there’s no colouring chemicals. I had no idea green roses even existed. It’s a very soft green, a kind of tea green shade but it’s beautiful, nonetheless. I smile up at him in awe to find him still staring at me. “I can’t believe you did all this for me, thank you, Marcus. I don’t know what to say,” I tell him as I feel myself getting choked up with emotions.

These flowers, delicately attached to pearls for added weight, were tossed into the open windows of the carriage as a symbol of admiration and luck. The oxyplant flowers, known for their luminescent beauty and enchanting fragrance, filled the carriage with a captivating aura. Each blossom boasted an array of vibrant colors, ranging from azure blues to coral pinks, captivating the senses of the princesses. The delicate petals shimmered as they caught the dappled light filtering through the water, casting an ethereal glow within the carriage. The sweet scent of the flowers enveloped Nerissa and Madissa, filling their hearts with a sense of joy and gratitude.

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 was looking at Roose with angry eyes and wondered how this girl could come back from the place where she had sent her. When Marcas said all this, Roose looked at him surprisingly and Christian eyes narrowed with anger after listening to all this. Marcas gave the flowers to Roose and Roose took a deep fragrance of that beautiful fresh lily that fragrance changed Roose's mind . She enjoyed that fragrance. She closed her eyes and breathed slowly. And Christian observed her expression angrily.

Rose then after talking to her parents and introduced them to Alex, opened the wine bottle, poured it in the glass, sprinkle some wine on the graves, and has a sip. After wine, she took out a bunch of red roses from the carry bag and started decorating it on both of her parents’ graves. “Rose you brought rose flowers then chrysanthemum?” “My parents love red roses, especially my mom. She was very fond of red color, and red roses are her favorite. In fact, I inherit her most of fondness and habits, therefore, I also love the red color and red roses the most.” RED ROSES…….. RED ROSES……..

The door creaked open, and there she was, bright as always but this time she was carrying a massive bouquet of deep red roses. The kind you see in glossy ads for people who never have to check their bank balance. “Okay, what is this?” I asked, standing. “Not from me,” Rosie said, setting the bouquet down with exaggerated grace. “Reception said a courier dropped it off. No name. No brand. Just roses.” I blinked. “Roses?” “Mm-hm.” She bent slightly to inhale them. “Imported, obviously. Whoever sent these has taste. And possibly an obsession.”

He grabbed her and asked, "Why are you running away?" "I'm going to work." She patted his hand and looked around the office. She found that many colleagues were standing by. Some of them even took out their mobile phones to record and didn't intend to stop at all. "Don't worry!" He said with a smile. His blue and beautiful eyes were full of craftiness. He took out a bunch of roses from his back like magic. There should be nine roses in the bunch, all of which were extremely rare black roses. They were blooming, beautiful and charming. Their petals were like black velvet, with crystal dew on them. The fragrance of the flowers was overwhelming.

"White roses? How utterly predictable." Bernice practically snarled in disgust, reaching automatically for the sample book that the wedding planner now thrust across her, “But we want something more classic than this. Olivia, don’t you agree?" Olivia clenched her teeth, hoping to keep her voice steady. White roses are the classic ones. They are elegant and timeless. It just made Bernice raise an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Timeless, yes; but also boring. We can do so much better. Perhaps orchids or peonies."

Blood roses. Rafael’s hand tightened around the fragile flower, crushing it slowly between his fingers. A symbol. A secret. Not grief. Not loss. Love. Defiance. War. His lips curled into a dangerous smile. "So," he said softly, almost lovingly. "The game has only just begun." He tossed the crushed rose onto the floor, grinding it under his boot. "Bring me Matteo," Rafael ordered, his voice sharp as a whip. "And this time... bring the girl too."