Moonlight And Roses Novels & Stories

Perhaps he had not loved me for a long time now. It was my fault for never noticing—for stupidly believing that true love would never die. Now, Lara smiled as she leaned against the doorway, purring so softly her voice could melt anything, "I heard you made pasta. Can I have a bowl? With minced ginger, please. My cravings are really terrible these days." "You've got it," John grinned lovingly. "Who would spoil my baby if not me?" Still, he soon paused when he inadvertently noticed the black roses outside. "I'll tell the gardener to uproot those flowers. They remind me of Claire's disgusting face—I don't want them to hurt our eyes!"

“It’s just me, baby. You are mine tonight.” Then came Daisy’s high-pitched moans and Ethan’s grunts of pleasure. The Moonlight shining in through the window illuminated their naked intertwined bodies. The aphrodisiac Rose dosed them with work very well. Watching the exciting scene unfold before her, Rose felt her heart settle into a calm that she had not experienced a long ago. The pinhole camera hidden at the head of the bed was recording everything. Her plan had succeeded.

Because having to deal with Stella was one thing, but dealing with Stella and Rose together was a different one. CrescentMoon has a little clearing with a lake and a waterfall. Surrounded by big trees, it was perfect for a picnic date. It was secluded enough to have privacy and it was quiet enough to have a heart-to-heart conversation. Rose had Luna Martha help with the food. She said it was for a date with Nate. She is covering all my tracks, and for that, I am thankful. She ordered a basket with Stella's favorite food: guacamole and chips dip, green salad with Caesar dressing, cold turkey smoked sandwiches, chips, wine, and cheesecake for dessert.

Also known as the blood moon. Cool wind brushes past my face as Anastasia's gate comes into view. I can see her fixing her shoes, which is strange. Because it's nearly day time. What the fuck is she doing up. My boots crunch on the ground, and she darts a gaze up. Her eyes go from shock to relief. She squints a little, observing me. "Dell?" How does she always know? It's too fucking dark for her to have noticed immediately. "Morning, flower."

I figure that's good enough. I tilt my head down and look through my camera's viewfinder again. The sight immediately makes me hold my breath for a second. The almost-full moon is there in all its radiant splendor. Its silvery glow weaves a spell over the night, and finally I reach forward to click the shutter. As I lose myself in the rhythmic trance of capturing lunar beauty, a distant wolf's howl becomes a haunting melody through the woods. Abruptly, the lens darkens, and for a second I wonder if a black cloud has suddenly obscured my view. When I pull back to check though, I gasp.

The moon bestowed its gentle glow upon blossoms, and a cool breeze whispered through the leaves. We reached a secluded alcove adorned with intricately carved benches and surrounded by fragrant blossoms. Liam, ever the gracious host, gestured for us to sit. The moon hung low, casting its silvery sheen upon the rippling surface of a small pond adorned with floating lilies. Above, the constellations seemed to dance in celebration of our union. Liam's eyes, illuminated by the moon's gentle glow, bore into mine with a tenderness that transcended words. The garden, wrapped in the cloak of night, became a haven for whispered confessions and shared dreams.

The high ceiling was covered with black cloth, which would be luminated by light projector, making it look like a sky full of stars. Olive was raving about it this morning, but she couldn’t help after school because she had to take her mother to the clinic. So, she listed all the stuffs that needed to be done today and sent it to me. A little advice for those who bore missions from Olive Hartwell: do it right or have her knock on your door at night just because you put the wrong size of cups on the table. At the same time, Mom also sent me the list of groceries I had to purchase for the Full Moon. ‘Nathan will pick you up and help you shop,’ she ended her text with the sentence.

Its petals shimmered with an otherworldly iridescence, shifting between shades of silver and pale blue as if capturing the very essence of moonlight. Lilly's heart raced as she realised what she was looking at. Moon Roses, the legendary flower of the Moon Goddess herself, were only meant to bloom once in a lifetime, but now a second one had appeared in front of her. At least while she wasn’t in a trance at first, and this one was like the first one, not like the three that everyone thought might be some kind of countdown.

Rosalie opened her eyes to find herself back in a field. She shot up confused and scared. The field was full of tall grass and beautiful daylilies of many colors. She could see Tulips and Pansy's. There was the occasional Daisy and Rose. The fragrance on the breeze hit her nose with such beautiful notes she couldn’t help but relax. She slowly rose and looked around till her eyes fell on the moon. ‘My sweet girl, you have gone through so much but still hold that heart of gold safe.’ A beautiful voice sang to her. Rosalie looked around confused but her eyes fell on the moon once more.

Zeil was on top, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his chest heaving. His hands shot out, gripping Kael’s wrists with a vice-like strength, pinning them above his head. His legs, braced and powerful, straddled Kael’s hips, effectively trapping him. He was a predator, finally having cornered his prey. The moonlight, a soft, silver cascade, spilled over them, illuminating the scene. They were in the heart of the main rose garden, a riot of blooms that seemed to shimmer with an ethereal glow in the darkness. The air, heavy and sweet, was thick with the intoxicating aroma of a thousand roses, deep crimson, velvety scarlet, soft blush pinks, and creamy whites.