Ghost Roses Novels & Stories

"I don't want the grape vines to die." I pitied these vines, which seemed worthless to outsiders. I pitied myself too, who seemed worthless to outsiders. At midnight, Kash sent me home. I stood in the yard for a long time. There were many flowers planted here, almost all of which Jeffrey liked. I picked these flowers in turn and packed them. The tulip was planted after Jeffrey saw the wonderful colors it had. The Daisy, representing purity and love, was brought back by Jeffrey after watching a ballet performance. The Sunflower, with its vitality, was given by Jeffrey when he went to the amusement park.

"Also, dig those black roses out, root and all. The very sight of them irritates me!" - Thirty minutes later, Alfie rushed into the study, clearly panicking. "Mr. Garnett! We've searched the whole villa, but there's no sign of Ms. Smith! But… But…" John clicked his tongue, pursing his lips as he narrowed his eyes sharply. "But, what? Speak properly!" Alfie took a deep breath, and did his best to finish his sentence. "We found Ms. Smith's clothes and phone in the soil beneath the black roses… along with a human skeleton!"

Yohan asked. “We’re sure enough that not many people know her by her face, that’s her biggest asset and advantage. So people don’t really know that she died… if she died.” Theo pointed out. “She was already dead for a few minutes, it’s damn near impossible they could have revived her. Was it a bad idea I sent her corpse back?” “If she did, do you think she’s trying to get back at us for doing what we did?” Oswald asked, needing a few more drinks to loosen up.

Especially when he escaped her remains from the morgue and burned them to ashes so that no one would know about his sudden death. He put his ashes aside and brought them inside his mansion. He buried the girl's ashes in the yard, where several different types of plants can be seen. He covered it with earth and then covered it with an old burn that was rejected as unique to all plants. Because its plant is withered and doesn't bloom anymore because it is not taken care of much. But when Gwen landed there in her yard, she immediately noticed the plant that Allen used, as a sign of the girl's ashes. He approached it and looked carefully.

The dark wooden coffin was centered in the chapel, open so everyone could see Gordon's limp, pale body. White chrysanthemums decorated the coffin. Those were traditional flowers at wakes, and they meant “golden flower”, from the Greek. Three of Gordon's friends were next to the coffin, crying softly and drying their tears with a tissue as they recalled their journey. They were long-time friends. Their suits were as dark as the sky, representing perhaps eternal mourning. That was the garden of the mansion that Elena had bought months before. She barely had time to get used to the place. Anastasia approached the coffin slowly, and waited until the three men walked away. For a second, they exch

Marco drove into the gates of La Rosa Nera. The club's neon lights cast an eerie shadow over everything they touched. The club's pathway was a spectacle to behold. An archway adorned with beautiful black roses that resonated with the name of the club, La Rosa Nera (The Black Rose). The petals of these gorgeous flowers glittered and danced under the night sky. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and a fading sensation of danger that lingered.

Although Zora's driver has recovered from his illness and he has returned to work today, Cecil still takes Zora to school if he has no urgent business. The driver found it a little strange, but he didn't need to work to get the same salary as before, and he didn't have any objections. Zora wore a pink lace knit dress today, no longer wearing a hoodie as she always did before. Cecil looked at her and thought of a plant, the Bulgarian pink rose. This flower suits Zora very well. After Zora got out of the car at school, Cecil made a phone call to his assistant. "Prepare a bouquet of Bulgarian pink roses before 6 p.m. today. Don't put it in a vase, wrap it."

and unlocked the door. He moved her going away from him...he was looking at her without blinking and taking in her beautiful and gorgeous self.. Her white coat that is her pride and signifies her hardwork to her patients, was held in her one hand... Her purse in other hand... A stethoscope, that was, is and maybe will be her favourite jewellery that she always carried around with her, was around her neck.... She was beauty with brains in herself. A perfect combination... No wonder his mom loves her more than him and would stay unhappy everytime Kiara or anyone bought up the topic of their marriage ceremony to be held...

It felt like it happened just yesterday. Now, in their small greenhouse, sits two special pots. One containing healthy, bright red roses. The pop of color made it stand out, as well as the special meaning it held. The other held baby white roses, pure and innocent, beautiful and ethereal. She grew the roses two months after that night, couldn't find it in her to come back and forth to their graves. It was hard seeing Astrid's name in the stone, as well as the 'Sweet Angel' for her baby's grave.

Ada's manager wondered aloud worriedly. "I remember you like the gothic style, Ada. How about black roses?" Alyssa suggested with a grin. "Black roses?" Ada squealed in excitement. "We decorated the previous venue with ten tons of red roses. We don't have time to redecorate everything, but switching to Essagerian black roses would be easy." Ada's face was glowing. She had liked Alyssa's first event proposal, but this second one was her dream wedding. Black roses were symbols of mystery, desire, and possession. The symbolism was unique, cool, and romantic.