Estrella Rose Novels & Stories

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.

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.

“Mr. Sterling, the flowers you picked this time are nice! They’re worth fifty bucks a small bunch. Last time, we picked so many and only got fifty something.” Tiesto glanced at the bouquet in her hands—worth nearly $1,400, imported from the Netherlands. The roses were a rare premium variety called Red Naomi, grown in limited quantities. If he told her the truth, Ella would surely worry and lose her appetite. He nodded. “Not bad.” Ella looked him over. Though his clothes were plain, his style was impeccable, and his aura was extraordinary. Having a man like him accompany her on something as trivial as picking flowers felt like a gross waste of talent.

The small flame spread steadily, licking at the dry herbs and wooden shelves, turning the old man’s sanctuary into a funeral pyre. Estrela– or the thing wearing her– stepped out into the bright morning air without a backward glance. Her golden hair caught the sunlight, making her look like a goddess descended from the heavens. To any passerby, she was a vision of divine grace. She walked back toward the mountain with a steady, rhythmic stride. Her mind was clear, her will absolute. The suppression of the girl had been effective; Estrela was nothing more than a quiet passenger now, watching from behind the veil of her own eyes.

Pretty Hydrangeas decorated her overly complex side braid and as Rosalie looked at her reflection in the mirror , she realized that Roxanne wasn't just paying merely lip service infact even she agreed thar tonight she looked exceptionally beautiful . " Thank you " even though Rosalie was too stunned to speak , she still remembered to thank Roxanne for her hard work . " Pleasure is all mine , cherry " said Roxanne with a wink as she turned around and left , leaving Rosalie alone to go downstairs and meet Aiden .

“What job am I going to do today?” “Hm,” he looked at the tablet he was holding, scrolling through a few pages before looking at her. “Your schedule is packed Ms. Calixto.” “Am I really starting now? I don’t even know what she does! Like… her mannerisms or something. Don’t people know that about her?” Rojean panicked, looking around the room if there was something she could base Gizelle off from. “Sei liked her black clothes. Do you fancy wearing black clothes? Are you okay wearing black clothes?” Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room.

As I put one of my feet inside of the warm and welcoming water filled with the petals of the beloved and most beautiful rose. I sometimes wonder why it has so much love being given to it. It is so imperfect, yet that is its perfection just like all of us--We are perfect and one because of the imperfections of us. I also wonder why a rose just steals my heart every time I look at it--it's just so magnificent. Is it because of the color that it possesses or because of the way it possesses the frail heart of mine? So melted in my thoughts that I was, I didn't realize that I had to get out of the bath to get ready.

And since he was very tall, Layla was almost lifted off the ground. "E-Eric… let go… I can't breathe…" Eric looked down at her, his handsome face gradually souring. "Did you forget, Layla, that the perfume you're using is Avril's favorite scent, with the main ingredient being rose oil? I bought her many bottles of rose perfume in the past because of how much she likes the scent of roses. I'd just forgotten about it later on…" Eric suddenly let out a self-deprecating laugh. Indeed, he'd forgotten too many things.

However, before the food was served, the waiter brought over a bouquet of red roses. "This is for Ms. Stafford, sent by one Mr. Pennington in congratulations for the successful art exhibition." Heather did not take the flowers. She told the waiter to send them back. "Tell Mr. Pennington that I don't like red roses." Red roses were Anne's favorite, not hers. She only liked pink ones.

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.