Laced Roses Novels & Stories

Just the lingering stench of a ghost who had already probably left the scene. I didn't waste time checking the perimeter with my hands full. I marched up the grand staircase, my heavy boots thudding against the marble steps. Rodah shifted slightly in my arms, a soft, exhausted sigh escaping her slightly swollen lips, but she didn't wake up. She was completely spent from the terror and the frantic ride she had given my cock earlier behind that curtain.

Julian was limping slightly, his shoulder bound with a strip of silk torn from a library curtain, but his grip on his rifle was unshakable. "The helipad is beyond the stone labyrinth," Julian whispered, his breath visible in the freezing air. "He’ll have his elite guard there. The 'Thorn-Eaters.' They don't miss, Sloane." "Neither do I," she replied. The garden was a masterpiece of Gothic cruelty. Statues of weeping angels watched them from the mist, and the scent of damp earth was overwhelmed by the heavy, cloying fragrance of the Don’s prized black roses. Suddenly, a red laser dot danced across Julian’s chest.

Darcy looked disheartened when she heard Ren badmouthing Kaze. Ren then pointed at the roses behind him and said, “Look at the 99,999 roses, I prepared them for you! If you look closely, you can even see your name.” Darcy got a closer look and actually saw her name in the color gradient on the petals. The workers must have arranged it without her knowing but she was not impressed at all. Ren’s method would work if he was trying to make some little girls happy.

Absolutely magnificent. The fragrances here seem to be amplified for some reason and stronger than normal. Maybe it is because the garden is protected by walls on three sides which lock the beautiful scents in. My eyes soak in everything, but soon stop at the various rose bushes at the back. I think every possible color is there: pink, red, white, peach, yellow and various combinations of each. Lance leans forward and his warm breath cascades across my sensitive neck and ear, sending a shiver through my body. “Do like the roses? I can take you over there.”

"Perhaps these stargazer lilies? Their fragrance is intoxicating, perfect for a night out." The other girl with a golden curls framing her face, leaned in, "Or maybe these," she said, her finger tracing the petals of the red rose in my hands. "They're so passionate, so...forbidden. I want it.” She winked as she bit her lower lips seductively.

Or was she? She crawled into a tree nearby. With her swift abilities, she climbed the oak tree and gained a clearer, more vivid scene of the two. ‘Seriously, they are fucking in a middle of nowhere?’ Rozelyn thought and looked down. The essence of the masked woman seems to be familiar. She observed for another couple of minutes when the two halted. Ludwig walked into where their clothes were placed. As he seized his shirt, Rozelyn saw the black-colored roses that she was looking for. The roses were indeed lined with silver linings along the black petals’ edges.

Zeil was on top, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his chest heaving. His hands shot out, gripping Kael’s wrists with a vice-like strength, pinning them above his head. His legs, braced and powerful, straddled Kael’s hips, effectively trapping him. He was a predator, finally having cornered his prey. The moonlight, a soft, silver cascade, spilled over them, illuminating the scene. They were in the heart of the main rose garden, a riot of blooms that seemed to shimmer with an ethereal glow in the darkness. The air, heavy and sweet, was thick with the intoxicating aroma of a thousand roses, deep crimson, velvety scarlet, soft blush pinks, and creamy whites.

“While you were away. Lord Rustyn. He brought something from Lady Celia and the queen.” My jaw tightens. But my eyes are on the roses. Even in winter, the cursed things bloom. Blue roses that climb the black stone walls, their petals sharp against the frost. They wither and bloom in ghostly cycles, yet never touch the ground. Always vanishing midair, leaving behind only that sweet and rotten scent. It clings to your throat, making you feel the misery etched deep within it. “Rogues?” I ask, eyes narrowing on a cluster of petals curling into vapor.

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.

I smiled. Rose had mud covering her clothes, with splashes of water on her top as well. "You should change your clothes, otherwise you will catch a cold." She nodded with a sheepish smile, "I went to collect water from the river but slipped over the rock and fell." I paused but continued stirring again...the river. "Can you add the final petals and stir this? I have some work to do." Rose looked at me in shock and to my surprise, she shook her head in a no immediately, "I can't do that, you shall always complete your work other..."