Ghost Roses Novels & Stories

I grinned at him " You know me so well." "Just tell me why you're here so I can help you out, I need to get back to work.". He said "You're so impatient." I said, chuckling loudly. A small patch of flowers at the rear end of the greenhouse caught my attention and I moved to get a closer look. It was a rich dark maroon and had velvety rounded petals and dark brown centers. "That's the Chocolate cosmos. It's quite rare and has a chocolaty- Vanilla fragrance. It'll be perfect for a gift. " Cam's voice rang out from behind me, I didn't realize he had followed me.

The smoke of frankincense curled upward, disappearing into the pale morning sky. "In paradisum deducant te angeli..." he continued. "May the angels lead you into paradise..." he was interpreted again. A white rose was placed in my hand. The stem had been stripped of thorns. I stepped forward. The casket was closed. Polished wood. Gold handles. My mother was inside, wearing a dress she had bought for my wedding that would never happen. I dropped the rose. It landed on the wood with a soft sound — too soft for the weight of what I was saying goodbye to.

"Get out. Now." The door hissed shut. Elara stood in the center of the foyer, the air conditioning humming a low, dead tone. The penthouse was a graveyard of white marble and glass. Silence pressed against her eardrums, heavier than the roar of the city fifty floors below. Every shadow held a ghost. Over by the floor-to-ceiling windows, the ghost of Abram’s gentle gaslighting sat in an armchair, telling her she was nothing without him. In the master suite, the ghost of their intense passion waited under the sheets. She tore the tape off the box. Her nails caught on the cardboard, jagged and sharp. Inside sat a single white rose. Someone had dipped it in black wax, preserving the petals in a

A tiny crimson bead of blood welled up on my skin. "Careful," Greg murmured. He had been standing a few feet away, but at the sight of the blood, he stepped closer, his presence immediately grounding. I reached back in, more cautiously this time, and gently lifted the object out by the stem. It was a freshly cut, incredibly thorny rose. The petals, which must have originally been a dark, velvety red, had been carefully spray-painted pitch black. The edge of every single petal had been meticulously lined with a border of sparkling silver glitter.

I pulled the Ghost’s Whisper out and set it on the vanity. Mira glanced at the flowers. “What is that?” she asked, reaching for them. “They’re beautiful.” I slapped her hand away. “It’s a ceremonial flower for fertility,” I said. “Not to be touched by anyone but the Queen.” Mira nodded, not bothering to ask more questions.

Caden nodded, emptying his glass. The blue roses sat there and he stared at it after halting his car. Those roses made him so nostalgic that a tiny smile came to his lips. He took the roses and climbed out of the car, heading into the Starkling Cemetery. It was still quite dark but when he headed in, the cemetery had dim lights. He walked for a few miles and stopped in front of a grave, a name Dora was carved in the tombstone. Zade bent, touching it— a cold and rough sensation tingled his hand.

And as Martinez stepped into the dark foyer, the heavy, suffocating scent of expensive, sweet floral perfume hit my nose, completely masking the smell of the night. Seraphina’s perfume. Martinez stopped dead in his tracks, his entire body turning into a solid block of ice beneath me as he stared into the dark, empty house.

If he were to do something inappropriate to Harvey, the consequences weren't too good. "Rossie, Jacky and Deanna prepared this for you. Here, put it on." Harvey passed Rossie a different corset made of bird of paradise flowers. Rossie wasn't bothered by it, but Zorion looked upset. He knew that these were Logan's favourite flowers. He'd seen them planted in front of his grave. Jacky was starting to get on his nerves again. Zorion looked stormy as he followed Rossie and Raeleigh into the hall and searched for their table.

She jerked awake before dawn, gasping. Tomorrow was gala day. *** By six p.m. the mansion pulsed with silk gowns and whispered conspiracies. Crystal chandeliers turned champagne into molten gold. Inés floated among guests, tray balanced, smile welded in place. Alonso worked the room like a favorite son. Alejandro lingered at the edges, predator-still. Thiago? Absent so far. Halfway through the event, Alejandro’s gaze snagged hers across the ballroom. Steel met flint. He inclined his head toward a side corridor, summoning.

But that day, I go back with a wavering feeling. It has been one year since then, Now I'm 18 years old and I also get closer to Mark and get to know his ambitions along with dex. I've decided to plant a trust in them and so I trained and joined the gang while also being a member of Shallow Rail. I gain a new title that soon rose up in the media after a few missions, they call me ' The Rose Empress'. It was formed after they found a black rose along with a strong rose scent on my dead victim. It just somehow became my trademark even tho initially, I put a rose to show a tad of grieve. For me, it was a mission but for them, it's the end of their life so I want to at least pay my respect as a f