Laced Roses Novels & Stories

There was acres and acres of land spread out in front and back of the mansion and it made Rain wonder if she even had a chance to escape. She didn’t really give him a reply. They passed by a few menacing looking men who gave her weird stares or just straight out showed their lust. Does Alexander deprive them of women or what? It was a long walk but they finally made it to their destination. It was the most beautiful garden she had ever seen, one would think it was a maze but she could see where those plants led to. Bright red roses and perfectly trimmed grass paved a pathway to a small cabin. She had never seen roses grow I’m such a condition before but then again she didn’t know much about

She couldn't even bring herself to break the annoying alarm clock as this one was a customized one. The particular clock had a voice which always started with a sweet voice,"wakie wakie baby.... Rise and shine my queen..." But that was not the only reason, the reason we're never the words...nope... not at all... The reason was the voice... It belonged to Rudra... She still finds it a mystery to solve that how her friend caught a hold of Rudra's voice that too such sweet one... Groaning, she picked up her alarm clock on her nightstand, Sakshi looked at the time and said,

Amelia couldn't help but feel a glimmer of tranquility as she took in the vibrant colors and delicate petals. As they paused near a bed of roses, Lucas turned to Amelia with a gentle smile. "Amelia, do you see these roses?" he asked, his voice filled with warmth. "Each one is unique, just like our own journeys. Some may have thorns, but they also possess a remarkable beauty that withstands even the harshest storms."

He throws my body onto his bed and I bounce for a second before his body is on me, his hardening length pressing into the spot between my legs. I try to twist my body and crawl away but Richard is immovable. “Stop!” I cry out, feeling sick to my stomach with fear. Richard forces my legs apart with his body and forces his hands beneath my short black dress. He grips my thighs hard, not enough to bruise as evidence he’d hurt me but just enough to make me feel pain. “Your bodies perfect, Rose. Even some of the female vampires couldn’t compare to you.” He opens a draw and to my horror he pulls out a pair of hand cuffs. Even with me struggling to escape, he managed to handcuff my wrists so they’r

Only those many years had saved him from death. “I brought... the roses... sir...” he said fearfully, and it only took one glare to understand that he had to leave them on the table and get the hell out. I watched them for a long time. Red as blood and perfumed like the scent of a lusty woman. That was when I took out the lighter and lit one of them, watching it burn to ashes, dying before my eyes. I was so damn pleased to see its petals burn and fall off the bulb. Then I lit another one, and the feeling was even more exhilarating. Like I had the power of life and death.

Our cab had already arrived, so we got in and headed straight for Reno’s Boutique — one of the biggest in New York. I’d only heard about the place from Marielle, but stepping inside was something else entirely. The glass walls gleamed, the scent of expensive perfume filled the air, and designer dresses shimmered under the warm lights. I ran my fingers across one of them, smiling a little for the first time in days. Tessa and I started browsing through the racks. When we reached the trousers section, I picked a few to try on — and that was when I saw her. Marielle. She was clinging to Adrian’s arm like her life depended on it, laughing too loudly, too sweetly. The moment her eyes met mine, he

The stems of the roses brush against Indra's ivory skin and the thorns graze her erected nipples. She shivers with pleasure mixed with pain. "Laurin," she whispers, turning towards the window. The roses twist themselves tighter across her exposed body – it's as if they are controlled by Laurin’s emotions. The stronger his desires grow, the more the roses want to hold her in place, for him.

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.

String lights cascaded above them, adding to the enchantment. Her gaze drifted downward, and her breath caught. The ground was a carpet of roses—red, white, and pink—arranged in a heart-shaped pattern so intricate it seemed almost unreal. Among the petals, candles flickered softly, their golden glow illuminating the arrangement with an ethereal warmth.

Sasha said, and the planner laughed, quick and clean. They spent an hour turning choices into decisions that didn’t feel like traps. Low compotes with garden roses and delphinium and little clouds of rice flower. Velvet ribbon on the bouquets—no satin shine. A fragile spray of lily of the valley for Sasha’s hand “because it looks like bells that learned to whisper.” Corinne tried on the phrase and nodded, approving the image. Menus were folded once, not thrice. Place cards hand-lettered, but not in a script that made vowels perform backbends.