Every Rose Thorn Lyrics Novels & Stories

My beautiful rose garden. For a moment, I simply stand there, staring at it as though I am seeing it for the very first time. The flowers are in bloom, their petals soft and vibrant, almost deceptively beautiful in the fading light. It strikes me then, suddenly and with an odd clarity, that I have never really thought about them beyond their surface. For every beautiful rose, there are thorns. The realization settles slowly, uncomfortably, as my mind begins to turn it over, searching for meaning where I had never bothered to look before.

Bonnie remained stiff beside me, and silence fell over the air. My phone vibrated in my purse and I picked it out to check the message I received. A frown creased my brows. An unknown number sent a message that read: “Roses have thorns for a reason.”

He let me have my silence because he knew I needed it to gather my thoughts. Long before I knew it, I was drifting off to sleep under the soft touches of his fingers on my skin. I could not remember if it was a dream, but I thought I heard him say against my nape, “You’re mine, Rose, with all your thorns.”

It was a familiar place. Rusted metallic chains on a filthy desk, scraped walls with unidentified words, and a stone-cold atmosphere. It's uncanny how this room gets even scarier. "Please, don't", I whispered, my voice hoarse and small, "not again plea-" My voice was cut off when I felt a pair of dark, lanky hands against my throat. Tears streamed down my eyes as I started struggling to unlatch the iron hold.

In the next moment, one by one, Blackrose's companions were injured, their clothes stained red with blood. She was keenly aware that if they continued like this, they had no chance of winning. And even she herself was on the brink of losing. "They say that roses have thorns. I'll pluck them from you one by one," her opponent taunted, his attacks growing more ferocious with each passing moment. No! If it went on like this, they would all die here. "Let's see if you can do it!" Blackrose shot a string at her opponent. He dodged instinctively.

However, some connections would eventually find their way back, no matter how many twists and turns it took. The flower shop by the roadside was selling red roses. The rose’s thorns had finally pricked the person they were meant to prick. My time to bloom had only just begun. (The End)

Ivy said and made to place it in his hands but he pulled his hand back. “Hey, you need the whole bunch or something?” She raised an eyebrow “Alright, provided Mika won't chop my head off” She sighed and unconsciously plucked off a whole bunch. It happened fast. The roses glowed - that same sharp, blinding light from earlier - only brighter this time. A radiant pulse that spread through the air like heartbeat. Ivy gasped, stumbling slightly as pain shot through her hand. A thorn had sliced into her skin. “Ow…”

“I thought your room could use something beautiful.” He pushed the roses toward her. She didn’t move to take them. "I like lilies better," she declared bluntly. "Falsehoods." His smile got bigger. "Elara, you're no lily. In the sun, lilies wither. Roses bloom and bleed in it. He lean closer speaking slowly so she alone could hear. “You and I are roses. Power with thorns. And I intend to see you bloom beside me.” Her eyes narrowed. “And if I choose to bloom alone?”

The crunch of Thomas’s retreating footsteps faded, swallowed by the oppressive silence of the courtyard. Vivian stood frozen, the chill of his touch lingering like frostbite on her cheek. His words echoed: *Regain your strength. And your resolve. You’ll need it.* It wasn't encouragement; it was a command, a reminder of the role she was expected to play. Elara shifted nervously beside her. “My Lady? Perhaps we should go back inside? You look pale.”

She cried out but didn’t stop. She dove into the secret passageway and yanked the lever. The panel slammed shut. Darkness. Silence. Then, A voice. "You shouldn’t have trusted him." She froze. The voice came from ahead. Familiar. Velvet-smooth. Thiago. He stepped into view, holding a lantern, gun in his other hand. "Now come with me, Inés. We have a lot to talk about."