Novel & Cerita Lost Roses Book

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.

City A, 15 years ago, in a dilapidated house, the firelight was slowly spearing to every corner. The fire made a crackling, crackling, ticking sound that echoed in the stillness of the night. Suddenly, the fire flared up violently. It engulfed everything it passed through. In that deadly fire, the image of a rose playing in the sea of ​​​​fire slowly appeared. It shone extremely brightly and then began to fade to ashes. That rose was like his heart. Since that day, his heart had died, left only the animosity.

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.

Weapons that required no gun, no muscle…only patience and precision. When her eyes blurred from the print, she pushed the book aside and walked to the balcony. The late afternoon sun washed over the stone, the air thick with the scent of lemon trees from the garden below. Somewhere in the courtyard, men’s voices echoed. Rose curled her fingers against the railing. She wasn’t going to stay here. She wasn’t going to surrender to their rules, their rituals, their false smiles. She would find a way out. And when she did, she wouldn’t just leave. She would take everything from them.

I was immersed in a world that did not care about things that did not concern them, and those outside of it who cared to enquire frequently expressed their surprise at how well I handled it. I had no idea how I was handling it, but I do know that I took it upon myself to leave a rose by his bed every morning for three days. My father died so quickly that I had no chance to say goodbye to him, which turned out to be my only regret. Now that my grandfather was slowly dying, I felt compelled to say goodbye, and this was my only way of doing so.

When the turning is complete, you will understand everything, and then you will thank me. Until then, accept my offering of roses. Each petal is a reminder of the life you are leaving behind. Do not fight me, Sugar. Desire always wins. — V Chloe’s throat tightened, the words crawling over her skin like invisible chains. The roses no longer looked beautiful, they looked like red warning signs, bleeding across her apartment, pressing her into his claim. Her hands were still trembling as she let the crumpled letter slip from her grasp and fall to the floor. Her lips curled in disgust.

Suddenly, the smoke shifts, and I see the glass greenhouse at the edge of the cliff. But it isn't beautiful anymore. The thousands of white roses on the floor are dead, turned into black ash. The thousands of candles have melted into pools of liquid wax that look like tears. And standing right in the center of the ruins, under the broken crystal chandelier, is Rosalina.

A book containing information about flowers and plants. Red Roses could mean love and passion. But fifty roses is a different meaning. A love that has no bounds. Her fantastical world erupted and everything suddenly burned down to ashes. What is going on? The visions were becoming too much of a reality when Iris can feel the heat of the fire. The banner and roses were burning and an evil laugh echoed throughout the air. This time it was a much clearer voice, it was a female's laughter. "The past is the only way...go and find it."

I sighed, putting on the safety of the weapon and tucking it into my waistband. "Let's go boys, the fun is over" I ordered and turned to leave with my men sauntering behind me. ROSELLE'S POV. I heard the pistol go off twice before feeling the bullets pierce my body. Everything came to a stop as I fell hard to the ground. I laid still, feeling the rain drops beat down harshly on my body and listening to the sound of retracting footsteps. I could feel my life crawling gradually out of my body and to be honest, being shot in the stomach and left to bleed out on a cold wet pavement in a dark alley, was certainly not one of the ways I wanted to die.

I quickly grabbed it, opened it, and looked at it's contents. The first thing I saw was a picture of Alex and her ex, Mason. It looked like they were dressed for graduation. She had the most beautiful smile on her face, with a blood red dress on. She had her arm around Mason, but his eyes were focused on something other than the camera. I felt my blood start to boil remembering what he had done to her. There was alot of things in there. More photos, small gifts, etc. I started putting everything back when a small cumpled up note fell to the ground. I placed everything into the dresser, and read the note.