Laced Roses Novels & Stories

'' 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?

Getting back on my feet, I made my way towards the bath where a few other maids were waiting for me already as the intoxicating smell of roses became a part of the atmosphere. I got out of the bath smelling myself as the sharp scent of roses had deeply penetrated my skin. Water dripped down my fair skin as I stood up and walked away from the bath. When I was done with everything, I saw a maid bringing an extravagant light pink gown which had white butterflies and flowers decorated all over the bodice as the skirt was quite puffy and pretty. I noticed that Mrs.Hanzah tied the corset a bit tighter than usual. My hair was styled into a formal braided bun as I looked marvelous. Walking towards t

The mere thought of her being in the same room with someone else was disturbing. Ace is a smooth talker, he could make any girl fall for him, completely obsessed with blue eyes and boyishly handsome. Roselle on the other hand is very beautiful, blue eyed and young, prone to falling for someone like him if I were to consider age group or perhaps her taste. Not like I know anything about her taste is!!. I clenched my fists at the thought of her preferring my brother or falling in love with his charms. Running my fingers through my hair, I forced myself to think about something else but the memory of her massaging my head with her slim long fingers while we kissed filled my head.

"Rach, I love that lace. Can we incorporate it into the dress?" "Absolutely," I said, pulling out the lace. "This French Alençon lace will add a touch of sophistication to the design." Rosie squealed. "Ana will die! She's always loved lace." I chuckled. "I remember. Okay, let's get started on the sketch." As I sketched, Rosie chatted about the wedding plans, from the flower arrangements to the music. I listened intently, making mental notes. "Rosie, I have an idea," I said, holding up the sketch. "What if we add a delicate floral pattern to the hem?"

An archway covered in climbing roses marked the entrance, their petals a delicate blend of white and blush pink. Rows of chairs draped in ivory fabric lined the pathway leading to the grand gazebo, which was adorned with cascading flowers and soft, billowing curtains. The air was filled with the intoxicating scent of jasmine and lavender, mingling with the sweet fragrance of roses. Lanterns hung from the trees, their light flickering gently in the morning breeze, adding a touch of enchantment to the setting.

"Like she's plotting to kill us right here already. Yeah, I noticed." Rose approached us then, her green dress swishing softly against the marble floor. The worry in her eyes made my wolf want to howl. "Can we leave soon?" she asked quietly, sliding under my arm. "This whole thing feels suffocating. Like we're all just waiting for something terrible to happen." She admitted. "Of course, love." I wrapped an arm around her waist, drawing her close, breathing in her familiar scent. "We need rest before tomorrow anyway. We'll return Melissa to the dungeon once the wedding is over."

The air was fragrant with carefully chosen blooms, white lilies, crimson roses, and the delicate scent of jasmine carried on the breeze. Inside the bridal suite, Arla-Rosa adjusted the delicate lace of her gown, the fabric shimmering like morning dew. Her twins, Cassian and Celeste, peeked shyly from behind the door, their small hands clutching the satin ribbons that would hold the rings. “Mom, we have the rings!” Cassian whispered, his voice proud. Arla-Rosa laughed softly, kneeling to meet their eyes. “You both are very important today,” she said, her hands brushing Celeste’s hair. “Your job is the most crucial. Do you understand?” Celeste nodded vigorously, her small face set with solemni

Her voice was too smooth. I looked at the chest. “What’s inside?” I asked. “A charm for protection, Princess.” She answered. I felt Roses stir at my hip, wrapped against me in her sling. Her tiny fists clenched as if she knew something I didn’t. A faint glow around my neck gave a faint pulse, like a heartbeat answering hers. I was told it was a pearl and it could pulse anywhere in my body. Mara stepped forward. Too close. And then, Roses cried. Not a soft whimper but a shrill, panicked scream. The pearl flared, white-hot light spilling from it, so bright Mara hissed and dropped the chest.

We were required to take another set of exams to prove that we didn't cheat off of each other, and seeing the incredulous looks on the examiners’ faces when our results were out was really funny. Ella had stopped talking while she set her books on the table since the lab was nearly full. As the vanity crew (Ella nicknamed them this a week after we resumed) entered, the fragrance of strong cologne filled the room. I looked up just in time to see Ackleth Manor latch the door behind him; it was a regulation that the person who entered the lab last had to close it. He glanced back at the room, his lab coat thrown across one arm and his books in the other, caught my gaze and held it for a few sec

ROSALINE I was dressed in a carton brown body con dress. It was floor length and had two spaghetti straps. I was glad it was padded so I wouldn't need to wear a bra and keep checking my breasts every now and then. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled at my reflection. I paired it with a pair of black heels and wore a simple diamond necklace and earrings. I wore clean makeup and chose to use gloss instead of lipstick. I let my curly hair loose to hang around my waist in full volume and grinned at how I looked.