Night Owl Roses Novels & Stories

he growls, low enough that only I can hear. Then his hand is on my wrist, dragging me away from the crowd, through a set of French doors, into the night. The gardens are a dream. Tall hedges line the paths, their leaves shiny because of the moonlight. Roses bloom in impossible colors in black ink, blue, and red like fresh-spilled blood. But it’s the sky that steals my breath. Stars are falling, streaking across the dark velvet like embers, their trails shimmering before dissolving into dust.

“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.

Miranda was right, this is what I needed, a change of scene. When I go back to my desk after lunch there’s a yellow orchid with a hand written note on my keyboard. I feel embarrassed. Obviously, it’s not for me, this is my first day, no one knows I’m here, the messenger probably made a mistake and now I’m going to have to look for the girl this was meant to. I read the note. Have a great first day, doll. Stefan. My heart skips a beat. The orchid is for me. I can’t help smiling. So Handsome Intruder is named Stefan. It’s nice to know. How did he guess orchids were my favorite kind of flowers?

Terrifying. We reached a small clearing, and I froze, my breath catching. There, nestled among the roots of an ancient oak, was a patch of Moonshade flowers—rare, delicate blooms that only unfurled under the light of a full moon. Their petals shimmered like liquid silver, glowing faintly in the dark, and I stepped closer, mesmerized. “Gods,” I whispered, crouching down. “I’ve never seen them in person.” Lucien paused beside me, his presence warm and solid. “They’re special,” he said softly. “Their scent changes with the moon’s phases—jasmine tonight, but by the waning gibbous, it’ll be something sharper, like clove.”

She jerked awake before dawn, gasping. Tomorrow was gala day. *** By six p.m. the mansion pulsed with silk gowns and whispered conspiracies. Crystal chandeliers turned champagne into molten gold. Inés floated among guests, tray balanced, smile welded in place. Alonso worked the room like a favorite son. Alejandro lingered at the edges, predator-still. Thiago? Absent so far. Halfway through the event, Alejandro’s gaze snagged hers across the ballroom. Steel met flint. He inclined his head toward a side corridor, summoning.

Rosette: Fine Rosette: Alexander No reply, I waited for what seemed like minutes but was actually just seconds. And when his reply finally came, I was hot and cold on a instant. Alexander: Good girl. Now go to sleep, it's late. We'll talk in the morning. It took me an embarrassingly long time to get my temperature under control and type a reply. Rosette: Goodnight Alexander, we'll talk in the morning. Alexander: Goodnight Flower. Maybe I'd take a while of reading and rereading and maybe screaming in my pillow before I finally go asleep, because that was very necessary.

But they quickly finish their work and I am blissfully alone, the crunching of the gravel below my feet the only sound as the noise of the ballroom fades away behind me. The evening has progressed into twilight now and the fireflies are starting to shake the sleep from their wings. I smile, lifting a hand to trace one’s path as it gently drifts through the air. Quite suddenly, I remember a very specific, very rare variety of rose that only opens its flowers at night, one of Angeline’s favorites.

Then my door flies open aggressively and Felix is pulling off my sheets. "Hey!" I yell at him, tugging the sheets back but of course, it's no use. He's too fucking strong! "You need to wake up and prepare for tonight," He says, impatiently before grabbing my arm to make me sit up. I rub my eyes again, still sleepy but now I'm also annoyed. "It's hours away. Why can't I have one more hour?" Felix doesn't look happy with me but I'm too tired to care. "Because there's a lot to go through and if this doesn't go right, you will be killed, Rose! Or does that mean nothing to you?"

I thank God the dress is braless because when I notice her perky dusty rose nipples calling out to me, I don't waste time. "Crescent." she moans lowly. That is a switch to something so carnal deep within me. I ravage her nipples and breasts like a starved man. Satisfied by my work on her breasts, I trace a finger down her torso while I kiss her. I am not surprised to find her wet and ready.

On the antique table lay coils of soft black silk ribbons and a new crystal vial filled with a deep rose-colored liquid. “Tonight we test ‘Rose & Thorn’,” he said, voice smooth and commanding. “A rose absolute blended with thorn extract and subtle pheromone enhancers. It’s designed to heighten submission and sensitivity. You will wear it while I bind you. The scent will make every restraint feel more intense.” He uncorked the vial. The fragrance bloomed instantly — rich damask rose with a sharp, green thorn undertone and something darker that made my pulse quicken and my pussy clench.