Laced Roses Novels & Stories

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.

‘Chex, aren’t those territories where only phase one and two can enter’ Nara asked staring at ivory ‘Yeah, that’s where the ice lotus grows; it grows in a cave guarded by white leopards’ ivory stated glancing at everyone. ‘White leopards can be pretty dangerous’ indigo commented ‘it will not be easy to get the ice lotus so how much do each of us get’. ‘Fifty merit points’ ivory proposed. ‘It’s too little’ Nara said looking at her nails. ‘anything you find will be yours well except the ice lotus, the area is filled with animals which cost a lot so even if we do not get the ice lotus we’ll still earn a lot of merit point’ ivory replied smiling.

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

"He grows flowers for a living. Specifically, roses. A ridiculous amount of them." Before Luken could finish, Killian pushed past him and kicked open the doors to the backyard. The cold night air hit Killian, carrying a wall of floral perfume. In the middle of the yard, bathed in moonlight, were rows upon rows of roses—vibrant reds, pure whites, and tucked against the back wall, a patch of pitch-black roses. The scent slammed into Killian's chest. It smelled exactly like the boy who had run away. Killian stared at the dark petals. His broad shoulders slowly rose and fell as an embarrassing silence washed over his mind.

Like the house itself didn’t want me here. That’s when I saw it. A single white rose. Placed at the center of the hallway rug. No vase. No note. Just lying there, too perfect. Too intentional. I bent down to touch it, then stopped. Something about the way it was arranged, petals facing me like a pair of open eyes, made my skin crawl. And the scent… Not floral. Not soft. Smoke. I turned around and realized the faintest wisp of it was curling out from under a door halfway down the hall.

“No way, brah. This is LA. We’ve gotta be seen. How about Lucky Red? We haven’t been there in a while. That hot waitress you like works there, the one with the red hair.” “Mark, all of the waitresses at Lucky Red have red hair. It’s kind of the theme.” “Oh, right, brah! I hadn’t thought of that. Sweet! So… Lucky Red, then? See Rosa?” Rome thought about the girl in the parking lot, the blonde who’d told him that’s where she was going that night. She’d probably think he was there to see her. But Rosa was hot, and he was pretty sure there was more to her than one might think. She’d told him that she was waitressing while she was going to school to be a nurse, so it wasn’t like she was just anot

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.

The colour a deep maroon with black and it made her look like pure gothic beauty. The corset was lined in heavy black matte satin, interfaced and has steel boning...a dark red two-tone faux silk base with heavy black laces over. Small dark red rhinestones are glued around the bodice, and also a few on the overskirt, a few red stars scattered throughout. Her dark hair let loose in bouncy curls which looked almost perfect with the outfit. Also, the dark maroon lips made her look like a goth. He drove to the destination where she saw the place was Las Ventas...the ruedo which is also called the arena was all empty but round and empty place was pretty.

I thank God the dress is braless because when I notice her perky dusty rose nipples calling out to me, I don't waste time. "Crescent." she moans lowly. That is a switch to something so carnal deep within me. I ravage her nipples and breasts like a starved man. Satisfied by my work on her breasts, I trace a finger down her torso while I kiss her. I am not surprised to find her wet and ready.

Rose stared through the windshield, momentarily forgetting to breathe. The villa overlooked a crystal-clear lake that reflected the moonlight like polished silver. A beautifully crafted wooden deck extended over the calm water, while soft golden lights illuminated an elegant garden filled with blooming white roses and fragrant lavender. Farther ahead stood a charming gazebo at the edge of the lake, surrounded by colorful flowers that swayed gently beneath the cool evening breeze. Everything before her looked as though it had been taken straight out of a dream. It was breathtaking. Alex stepped out of the car first before quietly walking around to open Rose's door for her. She climbed out slo