Heavens Rose Novels & Stories

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.

He'd seen her do this before, in order to fulfill a bargain with a particular Seer. A burning rose of fire now formed in the Queen's hand. A rose of eternal flame. The Lord of mountains smiled as the Pheonix opened her eyes and they were smoldering with gold fire, giving him a smile in return - just as the Veil-Stones erupted into the sky, setting the clouds aflame. A veil, shimmering and gold, descended down toward the ground setting the whole world around them in a golden glittering haze of light. It almost looked like heaven.

Hell doesn't begin with flames. It begins with a heartbeat that shouldn't have been heard. A step no one expected. A glance not filled with fear, but curiosity. A white rose petal fell to the ground as five demons tore apart the one once called prince. He didn't speak. He didn't beg. Not even when his blood was swallowed by the earth and his name was lost among the bones. But someone was watching. Someone whose footsteps were followed by neither angels nor demons. Only silence.

Night fell and stars spattered the sky. It looked so beautiful. However, there was a more amazing sight. Hundreds of red roses grew on the land that lay wide. A gust of wind gently swayed the petals of the flowers. A sweet fragrance perfumed the air while the golden coloured moonlight gently shone on the flower and made its beauty shine even more. Surely anyone who saw this thought that the roses were not from the earth but from the garden of heaven. Among the flowers, Rion stood and stared at one of the rose petals that was there. A petal that was still a bud and had not yet opened. Maybe when the sun rose tomorrow, then the bud would open?

Celeste I couldn’t believe where I was right now. My head rested against Matt’s chest and I could hear his heartbeat pumping steadily. His arms were around me and one of his hands was stroking my hair. I was in Heaven. He had picked me up like I weighed nothing. He was in my bed. He was with me, Celeste, and not me, Rose. He had chosen me over Rose. I was the thing that he had to check up on. I took in a deep breath, taking in his scent. He smelled like whatever cologne he was wearing, but underneath that was all him. It was dark and masculine and intoxicating. I snuggled into him more.

They have wolves inside of them, just not powerful enough to shift into. “Ready?” I ask from behind him. It was just a few minutes after dawn, the sun just barely making itself known. This time, the Torrids seemed like a different place. It didn’t feel like it was a hot wasteland. The air felt cool, since the sun still hadn’t gone up. The sky a mixture of blue and violet hues. Some stars still visible up above, making it harder to stay awake. The air was humid enough to snooze. “Hold on tight.”

“Actually, I know you will forgive me because you also know how much I love my mom and dad; I am sorry but little more than you and don’t be jealous ok, just take care of them nicely they are with you in heaven.” “Today I came late because of them I was busy otherwise I considerate you first. Thanks for all your help in my hardship.” “And with your blessings, I am very near to my most awaiting goal, just keep your considerate blessings to me always.” Rose finished her prayers and the smile which appeared on her face while talking to lord Jesus has disappeared she once again transforms into the same cold and indifferent Rose. She closed all lights of the café, came out, shut its all door, loc

"She deserved it! She was so terrified with the rabid dogs barking all around her, even sending a voice message where she was crying so pathetically!" Hearing that, my departed soul turned away, smiling miserably. He was the one who had said he loved me, promising to protect me for the rest of my life and vowing that no one would get to lay a finger on me. He had smiled at me so lovingly when he passed me the black rose seeds. "It is believed that black roses embody a deep and timeless love, just like the love I share with you." Yet, he had a change of heart and loved Lara instead, believing her one-sided claims that I had led a workplace ostracising campaign against her.

He carried a large bouquet of roses and looked at me with a mix of regret and longing. "I was blind, Rosie. It felt like I was living in a dream before. Now that I've woken up, I realize I can't live without you." The set fell silent as everyone turned to watch. Allen had no shame declaring this in front of so many people. I felt thankful for having eaten lightly that morning; at least I had not thrown up yet. Allen continued his self-absorbed speech, "Can you give me another chance? Let's start over. We were engaged after all—"

“I don’t know. It’s unfamiliar. I’ve never had … this many feelings. I mean, I know I’m weird. And I know he is broken. But for some twisted reason, I feel better being weird near him than trying to be normal anywhere else.” Her honesty settles over us, heavy but real. And damn if it doesn’t make sense. I hate that I get it. “That poor boy has always been like a haunted house,” Rosa murmurs. Sky finally looks at her. “He might be a haunted house. But I think I want to live there.” Rosa crosses herself dramatically. “Ó, meu Deus (Portuguese = O’ my God).” “Don’t worry,” Sky says with a cheeky smile. “I’m bringing sage.”