Ladybug Roses Novels & Stories

'' She replies, lightly running her hand at Elis's back. A couple of hours later, I am left staring at the glass window near the back—only watching flowers blossoming beautifully. My lips curve up into a small smile, realising that there's a lot of roses here other than different flowers. To my surprise, I find Fiore standing a few feet from me as she watches the roses, ''They are Elia's favourite.'' She says, breaking the silence. ''Especially orange coloured roses,'' She adds. Roses. Is it a coincident?

She didn’t have to; the little girl was walking straight to the family’s cloth stall even. Tarryn watched as Lady Vita talked to the merchant, she was smiling and pointing at cloths that had ugly colors. Blues and Whites were typical colors that didn’t have any life in them. Both colors made her hair stand out and she didn’t want that. She wanted to lie low, wanted no one to notice her. Suddenly, she senses something different in the air. Something that smelled, nice. She knew that a scent is something that you could smell, and yet this scent that she was currently sniffing, made her feel safe and comfortable. The scent felt like it was hugging her. Oddly, it reminded her of her mother when

However, before the food was served, the waiter brought over a bouquet of red roses. "This is for Ms. Stafford, sent by one Mr. Pennington in congratulations for the successful art exhibition." Heather did not take the flowers. She told the waiter to send them back. "Tell Mr. Pennington that I don't like red roses." Red roses were Anne's favorite, not hers. She only liked pink ones.

My heart was beating so fast I was sure they could hear it over the low thrum of music. "Gentlemen," Lorenzo began, his voice carrying that smooth authority that made people listen whether they wanted to or not. "I'd like you to meet Ellie Knight." He paused, and I felt his eyes on me even though I was staring at my hands folded in my lap. "She's officially a Black Rose now, under our protection." The words settled over the table like a heavy blanket. I didn't know what being a Black Rose meant, but from the way the three strangers straightened in their seats, it was clearly something significant. Something that changed how they looked at me.

The forest was alive with the soft hum of crickets and the distant rustle of leaves, the moon casting everything in silver. Rosemary took a deep breath, her shoulders squaring as though she was bracing herself for something. She stepped forward, her bare feet sinking into the cool earth, and raised a hand. I watched her closely, the air around us shifting subtly, a faint hum of energy building. “Rose, what are you doing?” I asked cautiously. “Trust me,” she said, her voice calm.

She cajoled me. I nodded, impressed by her quick thinking. "That's a good idea. It'll give us both a chance to plant the bugs without raising suspicion." I couldn't help but chuckle at that. We spent the next hour discussing the details of our plan. Rose had some clever ideas about how to plant the bugs without arousing suspicion. As we talked, I found myself marveling at her strength and quick thinking. "You know," I said during a lull in our conversation, "I don't tell you enough how amazing you are." I complimented her.

Sean said before he made a rose appear seemingly from thin air, “A beautiful rose for the even more beautiful Claudia.” At those words Claudia’s expression darkened and she stood up causing her black gown to swirl around her matching the stormy look in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” he said while wondering why Claudia wasn’t teasing him about being corny like she normally would. At that Claudia looked at him and took the rose from his hand but said as she pricked her finger with a thorn, “Yes, a rose is beautiful, but it is dangerous due to its thorns. Like the rose, I may be beautiful, but I am a predator of the night. A monster wrapped in a pretty skin.” As she finish

Orchids, lillies, hydrangeas, begonias, anthuriums, gerberas, and my favourite, roses. “Pretty right?” Victor says. “This is your favourite place in the palace?” I ask him. “Yes it is.” “Oh my gods.” I cross my arms “who the fuck are you and what have you done to the real Victor Dragomire.” “So dramatic.” he laughs and then he plucks a rose and then he hands it over to me, I look at the rose and then I look at him. “Seriously, this is is weird, what has been going on with you these past few weeks.”

It was blue and the length didn't exceed my knees with sleeves reaching my wrists and beads all around. I was out in a few minutes and sat in front of the mirror where Lucas stood. He was looking at the products I had and placed some of them on the table. I didn't think twice when he offered to help but at that moment, it didn't look like he knew a thing about make up but still, I had my fingers crossed. He was my only opportunity at the moment. "This is foundation, isn't it?" He said, showing me a transparent container with powder in it "I'm sure this is foundation"

"I'll appreciate it if you can stop flirting with this incompetent bastard and go to the garden to fetch me some swiss chard. I know for a fact that Alpha Alexios grows those." I got to it immediately. The garden was behind the mansion. It was relatively easy for me to find. The garden stood in a near distance behind a pickled white fence. It was always a shade brighter than anything of color that existed around the house. The buttercups were gold and the rose bushes bled a pale but beautiful pink. The roses were what unfortunately caught my attention. They were a different color from anything I had ever seen and having grown up with a mother who was obsessed with flowers, I knew I could not