Ladybug Roses Novels & Stories

Blood roses. Rafael’s hand tightened around the fragile flower, crushing it slowly between his fingers. A symbol. A secret. Not grief. Not loss. Love. Defiance. War. His lips curled into a dangerous smile. "So," he said softly, almost lovingly. "The game has only just begun." He tossed the crushed rose onto the floor, grinding it under his boot. "Bring me Matteo," Rafael ordered, his voice sharp as a whip. "And this time... bring the girl too."

Bella hurriedly went out to go get what I had ordered her to do. With my hand still forcefully clutching a lock of hair, I turned her around so that I could look at her face. VANESSA.... The grip on my hair was so tight and it made me want to cry, but I had bit down hard on my lips. I cussed loudly when I bit down on the sore in my lips. I tasted my own blood.

Wenny said curiously. "Ah, no, he just wants to soak in the hot springs," explained Ziyan. "Yes, there are also warm springs here, Ilona, ​​we have to try them!" invited Wenny. "Okay!" the answer was short. The three of them stopped at Rose Hill, the beautiful view was indeed worth enjoying. "Wow, there's a Bourbon Rose here too!" said Daniel who seemed to understand the types of roses. "What's that?" Ilona asked. "Imported roses resulting from crossing Damask Roses and Chinese Old Blush," he answered.

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.

The winter roses were in full bloom, their petals glowing silver under the moon, frost edging their thorns like delicate lace. Liera gasped as they stepped into the clearing. “Wow… I had only heard of them. Never seen them.” The frozen roses stretched before them, their blooms perfect and ethereal, silver frost sparkling on every petal. The garden was a hidden jewel of Ravencrest, a place few were allowed to enter. Ryke had come here often when the weight of his duties grew too heavy. Now, he watched Liera as she stepped closer, her green eyes wide with wonder, fingers reaching out to touch a bloom without disturbing the frost.

With her searching eyes, she notices Roman first, who steps forward. Her eyes light up at seeing him. " Roman!" She says in surprise, running towards him. Roman gets down on his knees and opens his arms, just in time to receive her. "Hello Lady bug." Roman says, kissing her temple. "You came back!" She says excitedly. "Hmm and I brought a friend with me." Roman makes room for her to notice me. "Hi Rosy." I wave awkwardly, not knowing what else to say. The difference I notice, between Rosy and her mother is that she's more tanned then her mother who's on the pale side. One would mistake Rosy for being more Latin black.

“Err... Okay, Sir. What color of roses would you like?” “What? They have colors now?” Damn it! I thought they only came in red! What does Gabby even like? I already sent her a red rose earlier—what if she’s tired of that color? What am I supposed to do now? “Yes, Sir. We have a complete selection—red, pink, orange, white, lavender, blue, and yellow roses.” “Damn!” I cursed. There are that many kinds of roses?! The only one I knew was red! Damn it! Why does courting a girl have to involve flowers anyway? This is riling me up! “Deliver every kind of rose you have there.”

This part of the garden was filled with several species of roses. Whenever she came to the garden she often was mesmerized by the roses. Rosalie loved roses. Roses and lilies were her favorite flowers and they each had their own fragrance to them. Every flower had its own features. The colorful patterns, the light colors, and the dark colors of each individual characteristic, enhanced the flowers. This was definitely a place she wanted to show Hakeem. She'd always wanted to show someone the impressive garden designed by her mom, but she didn't have anyone to show or anyone who would appreciate the beauty as she did.

Perhaps she'd find a way to take up the hobby when she returned to Iowa. Tickseed provided a nice groundcover. Kaida had always loved the light pink buds because they resembled stars. Lily of the valley lined natural stones along the border, the fragrance pleasing. Red lobelia, pink and white phlox, and purple irises were open. Coneflowers, black-eyed Susans, turtleheads, and snapdragons were still in the green stage, recognizable by their leaves and stems. Toward the center of the area, rose bushes were arranged in a cluster and had several statuettes at their base. A mermaid. Dragon. Trolls. Frogs and snails. How cute, and they added playfulness. Whimsy.

I didn’t ask more questions and trusted Trevor completely. After a few minutes, we stepped into a clearing bathed in soft morning light. My breath hitched as I took in the sight before me. A field of red roses stretched out like a sea of crimson, but these weren’t ordinary roses. Each delicate petal had silver markings, shimmering softly under the sunlight, as if kissed by moonlight itself. I gasped. “Trevor… these are…” “The legendary red roses of Silver Rose Pack. The locals called it Silvermarked Roses,” he said gently.