Flaming Rose Novels & Stories

Laura The chandelier was still swaying above them, fractured glass glittering across the marble floor like spilled diamonds. Smoke curled upwards in spirals from the wreckage below, and the once-grand ballroom of the Rocci estate had turned into a screaming mass of chaos. My ears rang as I pressed a hand to the side of my head, blinking rapidly to clear my blurry vision. A sharp, metallic taste filled my mouth…. I spat out and my eyes focused on the substance. Blood. Around us, men were shouting in Italian, Russian, Spanish….each tongue sharp and hostile, each voice laced with fear.

"Don't come in, Serena! This place is about to blow! You guys need to run!" Raiden was still heading out with Celia in his arms, but he paused when he heard my words. He looked back in disbelief at me. All warmth left his eyes, as though he were looking at a stranger. "How am I now realizing you're so sly, Winifred? "The firefighters will be here and can control the flames in half an hour! What will our colleagues think of me now that you're saying this place will blow up? Can't you be a little more considerate like Celia?"

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.

It was a text message that read thus, "The thought of you couldn't let me sleep, my whole body is very hot as I write to you, if you feel the same way, call me on video". As he read the text, it was as if his mind was being spoken. He developed even greater urge than before and without hesitation, he fled to the video app for the call. Enola picked up the video call and was putting on something lighter than air. They actually had a long romantic conversation which led from showing themselves different parts of their bodies to the satisfaction of their different sexual urges. Enola's body was quite sexy and spotless, the fairness of her body was like the setting west sun, could make any man

“Hurry up to the Rose Boulevard mansion to clean up and get ready! Let's leave it to Hans' people here, and you - Sylvia, stay in your room obediently, do you remember how dangerous it was to run out?" Sylvia didn't say anything, she just nodded slightly. The wedding took place at the most luxurious five-star seaside restaurant in Drake City, full of powerful business figures in attendance. Who doesn't know the fame of the Zimmers and the Vineyards, this time it's the most luxurious marriage between two wealthy families. The aisles leading to the altar were filled with white roses and May orchids, some of Sharon's favorite flowers. Although May lily flowers are very rare and expensive, but b

He said. “Hmm…” I hummed as I blushed listening to him. “At that moment I was hit with inspiration and wrote a song about you. It needs more work to reach perfection but do you wanna hear it?” he asked me. “Okay,” I said excitedly. “What’s the title?” I asked him. “It’s called, ‘You are my FLAME’.” He answered with a smile watching me getting all excited. “What does that mean?” “Well, FLAME is an acronym. Each word denotes something.” Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his.

Jayden flips her folds with his right thumb, his other hand caressing her plum breast. She whimpers, her back arcing upward. She’s so sensitive, Jayden realized. “Did she tell you how stubborn we are?” he asked, applying pressure on her clit, teasing her with his calloused thumb. “Did she tell you that once we like someone, we never ever leave them alone?” he smacked her breast lightly. Rita, helpless and sore, cries out. It’s hard to discern the cry. Is it from pleasure or helplessness? She—’

There was something glowing in my mind that was about to explode. The fleeting feelings of unknown was at the center of my thoughts. At this moment I am a prisoner in a free world. Every corners of my mind seemed to speak by themselves and my heart seemed to be in ablaze. I stared blankly at the bright light in house in daze. It was like my eyes were roving around for something which I was not there. Something beyond its reach it persisted and jammed my heart with queer thoughts. In this night, I felt like embracing somebody. My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames.

Now, there was such a person standing before her, and her anger was kindled greatly against him. “I’d make this quick,” Red Rose mumbled as she balled her fingers into fists and prepared as much outer energy that could be mustered by the strongest of barbarians. Her eyes turned pitch black as she bathed in the energy of her own power, and while outer energy was not as splendour-radiating as inner energy, a cold chill suddenly consumed the battlefield, and all felt it. Rage Unbridled and pure it was, but it was certainly rage. Pathfinder’s flames wavered for a second, and their brilliant red hue was extinguished but for a short while.

I take a deep breath as I quicken my pace. 'I can do this' I mutter, the words repeating themselves in my head like a mantra. To my surprise, no one's at the East wing of the castle either and believe me, I find it really odd. Soon, I arrive in front of an open double door with lilac curtains that are pulled apart at the entrance to reveal what looks like a lavishly furnished royal chamber. Framed photos of the queen herself, decorates the walls of the room. As soon as I step into the room, I instantly smell smoke and cedar. Then, I see it. Standing almost ten feet in height is a tree bearing rose flowers that are a mix of red and grey. This must be the flame rose. I move towards it and pluc