Ghost Roses Novels & Stories

Gabriel's We all stopped in our tracks when I saw a huge funeral flower just beside Maze's Mom's grave. And it's not the usual funeral flower. The flowers are black. I looked at Maze worriedly and saw how his face darkened. And I know that there's only one person who would do this. But why? It's his wife's death anniversary! The very least he can do for his wife is to respect her grave. But I know for a fact that those flowers are not really for Mom.

Is it a coincident? ''With their warm, vibrant tones, orange roses symbolise enthusiasm and desire. If someone is looking for a way to express admiration and attraction—with an underlying message of passion and excitement, they'll send you a bouquet filled with these fiery blooms.'' She breathes out, smiling as she eyes each of the orange roses, ''I haven't seen him for quite some time, I'm not so sure if his interest has changed.'' ''I'm pretty sure they remain the same,'' I reply. She turns to me, ''It's beautiful how your name is Rose. Have you met my son, Elia?''

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

‘Hey why are you walking like the dead ones’? ‘The dead ones?’ ivory asked with question marks all over her face ‘what are those, are they zombies’. ‘I don’t know what zom…be is but the dead ones are an army of dead people created by dark witches five hundred years ago, the dead walks pretty slow but one scratch from them and you’re one of them too’ Natasha explained. ‘Definitely zombies’ ivory murmured. ‘So why are you walking like the dead ones’ Natasha asked. ‘Would you join my team, I’m creating a team with whom I would go to Buklime Mountain with to go gather some herbs and more importantly the ice lotus for merit points’

Although both the dresses she picked out for me were disliked by my mind and heart, The dull color grey, reminded me of the gloomy sky and my sad face. "Can I at least try the pink one I really don't like the colour" She pursed her lips grabbing the pink dress and handing it to me. I wore it and I felt somewhat better. "I don't like it. The grey one is better" I frown. "But mom" She showed me her angry face. "It's not your wedding Lilyan, We are getting the grey one" I clenched my jaw as she grabbed the grey and headed to the counter as I stood there.

It was time for Celeste to move on from her pain. It was already late when Celeste came out of the mental asylum, but she still visited Sylvia's grave. "We were taught in school that spiritual beings don't exist. But after you left the world, I desperately wished that spirits and ghosts were real," she said as she smiled bitterly. She then placed a bouquet of fresh flowers in front of Sylvia's grave. She was surprised to see a larger bouquet at the side. It wasn't the regular ones people would bring when they cleaned the graves. It consisted of rare species of rose and chrysanthemum, still in full bloom. It was clear that the bouquet was left here not long ago.

Chapter 24 CELESTE POINT OF VIEW I place fresh flowers in the vase on Adrian's nightstand, peonies, their petals unfurling in soft layers of white and palest pink. I've chosen them carefully, wanting something gentle, something that might bring a moment's peace to the man who now moves through our home like a ghost.

I did hear here the very first time but I was too caught up to pay attention. ‘’It's the most beautiful thing in this garden, so radiating and mysterious’’ I know the look Sarah was giving me. I knew nothing about the outside world, but from the little I have read, everyone gifted white roses and red to their loved ones. Red and white are used to show love, but black. Black only came to funerals, but seeing one live was so much more heart-thrilling than reading about it. I wanted some, but I knew I could not plug it in. It looked so beautiful to be plugged.

"Take this. These white roses symbolizes the rebirth of the soul and its peaceful transition to the afterlife. It is good for a departed soul." Vincenzo took the bouquet. “How much is it?” "Just twelve dollars." "Give me another." The old woman nodded, grabbed another white rose bouquet from the bucket, and handed it to Vincenzo. He took it, steadying both flowers in one hand before reaching into his pocket with the other. Pulling out his wallet, he slipped out a hundred-dollar bill and handed it to her.

Using this auspicious festival, I wanted to wish for Chaz’s soul to rest in peace. Amor was constantly looking at the map of the kingdom he had got when we entered the borders. The roses were unique. Half black and half red. Was that naturally possible? I didn’t know, but their fragrance was sweetly rosy, like the flowers had bloomed on an eclipse. “Zeve, wait!” He stopped near a stable. “I will sell this horse.” “Why?” I asked, confused. “You will not ride it, and I am not riding it with you under any circumstances. So it will only be a burden.”