Ladybug Roses Novels & Stories

If only Wei Rui had brought the child to Liyu, then the child wouldn’t have needed to suffer miserably. Lin Feng is so amazed by the beautiful garden. The ground is filled with luminous stone, creating a beautiful pathway. Roses. The garden is filled with full-bloomed roses that look amazing. Roses were his favorite flower. It’s beautiful but deadly. You can look, but you can’t touch. “Do you like the garden?” his brother asked him. “Yes, I love it. Roses are my favorite flower. They symbolize romance, courage, beauty, and love. “They can be beautiful and deadly at the same time,” Lin Feng explained, before touching the rose petals.

The garden was like a maze, meandered with all sorts of twists and turns. After walking for more than ten minutes, everything suddenly opened up before them. "Wow, look at that! A wall full of roses! Isn't it beautiful?" Laura exclaimed as she excitedly pointed at the roses blooming all over the wall ahead. Margot thought it was very beautiful as well. Those appeared to be Cerulia roses rather than the typical roses. The roses were a vibrant red, each one blooming with such intensity that it was difficult to refrain from reaching out and touching them.

I saw a deep red rose under my hand. A Cadenza rose? But where did it come from? I picked it up and held it close to my nose and sniffed the fragrant flower. “Mm!” I sat up and looked around me. The entire bed was covered with a couple hundred roses in many varieties. I felt my jaw drop in total surprise. Several I recognized immediately by their coloring and pattern like the Chestnut Rose, Enchantress and especially the Setina which was one of my favorites. I picked up several more and made a small bouquet, pressing their soft petals to my face, inhaling their sweet aroma. My favorite scent!

As I put one of my feet inside of the warm and welcoming water filled with the petals of the beloved and most beautiful rose. I sometimes wonder why it has so much love being given to it. It is so imperfect, yet that is its perfection just like all of us--We are perfect and one because of the imperfections of us. I also wonder why a rose just steals my heart every time I look at it--it's just so magnificent. Is it because of the color that it possesses or because of the way it possesses the frail heart of mine? So melted in my thoughts that I was, I didn't realize that I had to get out of the bath to get ready.

, I begged in-between laughter and tears. "That's not good enough rose" he smirked, flashing his beautifully dimpled cheeks at me. "Mom! Dad!! Help..Please..Royce stop!! I'm sorry." I begged, writhing underneath him like a worm. "Whose the boss Roselle??" he asked shooting me an evil grin. "You are. You're the boss Royce..please stop" I begged trying to pry his fingers off my ribs. "I can't hear you" he shouted, feigning to be deaf

Jayden flips her folds with his right thumb, his other hand caressing her plum breast. She whimpers, her back arcing upward. She’s so sensitive, Jayden realized. “Did she tell you how stubborn we are?” he asked, applying pressure on her clit, teasing her with his calloused thumb. “Did she tell you that once we like someone, we never ever leave them alone?” he smacked her breast lightly. Rita, helpless and sore, cries out. It’s hard to discern the cry. Is it from pleasure or helplessness? She—’

*** "Sebastian? Sebastian! Sebastian where are you?" Gosh, where could he be? Zeke took the stairs to the back and proceeded to the green house. "Sebastian!" He called as he entered. He heard some rustling ahead by the rose plantation so he approached. He sighed he relief when he saw Sebastian sitting on a bench by the rose flowers. "Here you are." Sebastian didn't raise his head to him. Zeke joined him on the bench. Non of them said anything for the first two minutes until Zeke broke the awkward silence.

I climbed up my blankets and set the laptop on the bed. I laid on my side and turned on the movie. Halfway through the romance movie I fell asleep too I began to have a dream. *I was standing in a room I had never been in, I looked around when I noticed a mirror. I walked up to the mirror and looked at myself, I was wearing a beautiful white dress. I look at the dress more closely, it's a wedding dress. I see a veil on my head and a weird look ring on my left ring finger. As I stood there confused at the outfit I was wearing I heard a knock on the door. I turned to look at the door I was just staring a few minutes ago, I waited before I could move the door busts up and in come Tate and Skye.

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

“They’re waiting in the Great Hall. You….. you should wear this.” She held out a garment I had never seen before: silver fabric woven through with threads that caught the light like frost. The Luna’s robe. The one worn only by those who had balanced blood and moon, leader and goddess. I almost laughed. “That’s not for me.” “It is now,” she said gently. The robe felt heavy as she fastened it across my shoulders. It didn’t belong to me, not yet, but the weight of it made my spine straighten. When we stepped into the corridor, silence followed.