Eyes Closed Rose Novels & Stories

In her mother's eyes, red roses are the most beautiful flower in her garden. Mayari finally toss the flower, and she suddenly winced in pain as the rose's thorn grazed her soft skin. Her wounded finger started to bleed but she never panic nor she cried for there are no more tears left to be pushed out. She just stared at the crimson liquid as it fell from her finger and stained the puddle below her. Mayari close her eyes and when she opened it, a rocky ceiling met her vision. And droplets of water with a low clink, falling from a hight to the ground filled her ears, anything else was silence.

She could feel that even if her eyes were closed. But Rose tried her best. Tears rolled from her closing eyes nonchalantly. She put her left hand on her heart and clutched her white dress. She was feeling unbearable pain. This much pain she could not realize even existed. Yet she didn't open her eyes. Her hand was trembling in the water. It was hot when she touched it the first time, but this time it was cold. The temperature of the room was high but the water was cold enough to numb her hand.

I saw the way the words were sitting on top of her tongue, words that weren't nice, but at the last minute, she seemed to have changed her mind. "Sure, whatever." "I'm Rosette" "Okay" She went back to her drawer and very soon her eyes lit up with excitement. She held up a single gold key with a red string tied to it and squealed like a child. "This is gonna be fun!" She jumped up and went running out. I shook my head and turned to the wall, hoping to sleep for a few minutes before I called home. Unfortunately I couldn't sleep. I was restless and unable to get my feelings in check. I was still trying to remember who the guy from earlier was, and that was playing tag of war with my brain, a wa

The winter roses were in full bloom, their petals glowing silver under the moon, frost edging their thorns like delicate lace. Liera gasped as they stepped into the clearing. “Wow… I had only heard of them. Never seen them.” The frozen roses stretched before them, their blooms perfect and ethereal, silver frost sparkling on every petal. The garden was a hidden jewel of Ravencrest, a place few were allowed to enter. Ryke had come here often when the weight of his duties grew too heavy. Now, he watched Liera as she stepped closer, her green eyes wide with wonder, fingers reaching out to touch a bloom without disturbing the frost.

Rosalina. I watch her for a few seconds more before I pull away from her, my body still humming from everything we just did, but she stays still—her chest rising and falling, her fingers slightly curled on the sheets like she’s holding onto the last remnants of her strength. Her eyes are closed, lashes fluttering, her lips slightly parted as she fights to steady her breath. I should let her rest, let her slip into the haze of exhaustion, but I can’t.

Chapter Seven: A BREACH IN SECURITY Rojean opened her eyes, her hands shielding them from the glare of the light from the window which curtains were opened. Her phone kept buzzing that caused her to wake up from her slumber. It didn’t bother her as she didn’t really have the time at the moment to go over any thought process but once she took a peek at her phone and Krister was constantly sending her messages, she sat up and breathed out. She realised that it was a quarter and a half past 7 and that it was too early to be dealing with Krister’s business but nevertheless she called him up to know what was going on.

It was the memory card that he inserted and kept inside his hand. "I'm sorry, Mina. If I didn't protect you and forgive me if I do." I said and gradually peeled off the marked seam on his hand with sharp scissors. It was against my will to do that and I had no right to visit him at his grave because I was able to save him in those moments. After I got the small memory card from him, I also immediately put his grave back in order and I also offered a white rose as a farewell to him and because I know that flower is his favorite. I also left a prayer for him to help us end this crime and punish the people who should be punished, especially the person who did this to him.

Instead, her hands stayed on her face, caressing and nibbing. ‘How did she get to this? She remembered insulting the man in white at the burial ceremony of her best friend. His beauty hypnotized her at first. His prominent cheekbones and chiseled jaw had trapped her eyes in them. His silver glistening eyes devoured her own eyes, making it hard to look away.’

I took the first drag and blew the smoke towards her face. That seemed to do the trick, her eyes snapped open. Revealing the puffiness and redness it had hidden. "ah, I see. You want a smoke right? " I lifted the cigarette to her face. Her sullen gaze metamorphosed into a glare. I chuckled softly and took another drag of the cigarette and dispelled the smoke in her face again. Her eyelids fluttered for a few seconds, when she finally glared back at me again, there was moisture shining under her lower lids. I was sure the moisture wasn't because she was crying.

Rosemary When I opened my eyes, I wasn’t in the cottage anymore. The world around me was shrouded in shadows, the air cold and heavy. I stood in a vast, barren landscape, the ground beneath me cracked and blackened as if scorched by fire. A pale, silvery mist clung to the air, swirling around my feet like living tendrils. The sky was a churning mass of dark clouds, shot through with streaks of violet lightning that illuminated the desolation in brief, eerie flashes.