La Vie En Rose Izone Novels & Stories

It smelled sweeter, but she could not figure out the other part of this rose fragrance. “Lovely isn’t it?” Vastria turned around to where the voice came from. The voice was warm and not startling. Lily Rosenburg stood before her with a few cut roses in her arms, clearly de-thorned. “I have never seen anything like this rose.” Vastria responded turning back to the rose.

Her red hair was left in its natural curls, crowned in a white pearl headband with a black feather. Ronnie escorted the group outside to the French garden, and Esper gasped at the sight. The snow-covered landscape had been turned into a winter wonderland. Edison lights hung from all the bare trees, imitating weeping willows, and fairy lights wrapped around the hedges surrounding the ice rink. Cabanas were littered throughout the pathways providing warmth and seating, there was a table full of blood wine, and a live jazz band played in a gazebo on the center of the ice. Esper crushed her friends in a tight hug, tears threatening to ruin her make up. "Thank you so much, guys, this looks beauti

Mary listened attentively. "Look at me. I also would've committed suicide when most people were judging my misdeeds but I didn't. I think love can make one a fool. Just like how I'm conversing with you right now. I've left my status aside just because I need a relationship with you. Above all, we all make mistakes in life and the best thing to do is to move on. If Rose hadn't ended her life even though I remained rigid with my decision with her, she would have still found someone far better than I. Someone who would appreciate her true love." Prince paused so she could ruminate on his words.

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

I was utterly exhausted, yearning for some sleep. Looking out of the skylight, I was met with a vast, colorful sea of roses. The rose garden extended as far as the eye could see, spreading until it reached the horizon. Giselle informed me that Sebastian had employed over a hundred skilled gardeners to cultivate this garden, featuring rose varieties like Juliet roses, Louis XIV roses, Green Lemon roses, Rhodes roses, Pink Countess Eva roses, and many more superior breeds. The tower's top provided the best viewpoint for appreciating the rose garden.

My heart was beating so fast I was sure they could hear it over the low thrum of music. "Gentlemen," Lorenzo began, his voice carrying that smooth authority that made people listen whether they wanted to or not. "I'd like you to meet Ellie Knight." He paused, and I felt his eyes on me even though I was staring at my hands folded in my lap. "She's officially a Black Rose now, under our protection." The words settled over the table like a heavy blanket. I didn't know what being a Black Rose meant, but from the way the three strangers straightened in their seats, it was clearly something significant. Something that changed how they looked at me.

'' She replies, lightly running her hand at Elis's back. A couple of hours later, I am left staring at the glass window near the back—only watching flowers blossoming beautifully. My lips curve up into a small smile, realising that there's a lot of roses here other than different flowers. To my surprise, I find Fiore standing a few feet from me as she watches the roses, ''They are Elia's favourite.'' She says, breaking the silence. ''Especially orange coloured roses,'' She adds. Roses. Is it a coincident?

It seemed rather excessive. Isabella took the rose and brought it close to her nose, savoring the delicate fragrance that filled her senses, making her feel deeply entranced. At that moment, Cynthia’s fan club erupted in laughter, led by her close friend Thalia. Thalia grinned widely, exposing her teeth. “Haha, just one rose and they’re making such a fuss. Look at how Mr. Hayes sent countless roses, turning the whole place into a sea of flowers.”

Roxanne amusingly grinned as she felt the difference between the roses and the other roses everyone knew about. “Why?” Sonia wondered. “These roses belonged to the Escoffier. It was a medicine and a protection, but it could be a poison if misused or mistreated.” Roxanne answered as she gently touched the rose, which almost made some servants stop her, but realizing it was my wife, they respectfully bowed—they knew Roxanne’s connection to them. “I see. Shall we add a stone tablet explaining the unique features of the roses here?” I suggested, catching their attention, and I shrugged my shoulders.

On the screen was an image of Serenity. Rosalie's brows knitted together in quiet confusion. She barely glanced at the photo before responding dismissively. "Why are you showing me some ugly mutt's picture?" Her friend looked startled, shifting uncomfortably on her feet. She quickly explained, "She is the one who accompanied Prince Levante to the hospital!" At the mention of Prince Levante, Rosalie's gorgeous blue eyes lit up with sudden interest. She straightened up from her relaxed position, sitting forward with renewed energy.