Night Owl Roses Novels & Stories

I was utterly exhausted, yearning for some sleep. Looking out of the skylight, I was met with a vast, colorful sea of roses. The rose garden extended as far as the eye could see, spreading until it reached the horizon. Giselle informed me that Sebastian had employed over a hundred skilled gardeners to cultivate this garden, featuring rose varieties like Juliet roses, Louis XIV roses, Green Lemon roses, Rhodes roses, Pink Countess Eva roses, and many more superior breeds. The tower's top provided the best viewpoint for appreciating the rose garden.

Since she was the soulmate of such an important person in the Cloud City, and no one could know what the result could be since they hadn’t bonded, he couldn’t risk exposing her to any dangers for the moment. "I hate him." This was what she concluded. They weren’t anything to each other, yet he dared to interfere with her life in this way? To tell outsiders? Ayla really, really hated Nox Chevalier. *** This year the moon flowers were blossoming late, Ler noted. He wondered if it had some meaning. Most people stopped to admire the beauty at the roadside in the Night-Blooming Garden, but he knew better. True peace and perfect was the lake hidden in the deep forest. Even in his manor where those

Is it a coincident? ''With their warm, vibrant tones, orange roses symbolise enthusiasm and desire. If someone is looking for a way to express admiration and attraction—with an underlying message of passion and excitement, they'll send you a bouquet filled with these fiery blooms.'' She breathes out, smiling as she eyes each of the orange roses, ''I haven't seen him for quite some time, I'm not so sure if his interest has changed.'' ''I'm pretty sure they remain the same,'' I reply. She turns to me, ''It's beautiful how your name is Rose. Have you met my son, Elia?''

How did it get there? Rain stared down at the rose she had found by her bedside the second the woke up. The scent drifting in the air and causing her to smile. It reminded her of her time in the cabin and Rain didn’t realize how much she missed waking up to the comforting scent of roses until this one was brought to her. Rain silently wondered with a smile, would they still let her go back to the cabin or did Alexander plan to have her stay in the mansion permanently?

There are a variety of flowers planted there, including Evening Primrose, Moon Flower, Lilium Casa Blanca, and many others. Arabelle was leisurely strolling through the garden when she became aware that her every move was being watched from afar, prompting her to turn around every corner until she noticed two pairs of large and orange eyes from the Prince's room's window on the second floor she stared at it for a long time, until his eyes vanished into the darkness. That night, she came back to the Prince's room, knocked several times, but Prince Aegolus didn't bother to open the door, so the maiden decided to return tomorrow.

She couldn't even bring herself to break the annoying alarm clock as this one was a customized one. The particular clock had a voice which always started with a sweet voice,"wakie wakie baby.... Rise and shine my queen..." But that was not the only reason, the reason we're never the words...nope... not at all... The reason was the voice... It belonged to Rudra... She still finds it a mystery to solve that how her friend caught a hold of Rudra's voice that too such sweet one... Groaning, she picked up her alarm clock on her nightstand, Sakshi looked at the time and said,

Watched as she raised one of her dainty hands to graze the back of my shoulder. I turned only partially, lips once again curling into the whisper of a smile. “Azrael, God of Wolves. Funny, I would’ve thought you’d be holed up in Lunette’s mansion. Come out to play, have we?” Her voice was the siren’s song of all siren’s songs, though it changed as she spoke. Slamming down my mental walls, I obliterated Blakely from my mind once more, watching as Rosalind’s eyes swirled, the emerald hue shifting to that of blue, grey, hazel, and every vibrant shade in between.

I saw a deep red rose under my hand. A Cadenza rose? But where did it come from? I picked it up and held it close to my nose and sniffed the fragrant flower. “Mm!” I sat up and looked around me. The entire bed was covered with a couple hundred roses in many varieties. I felt my jaw drop in total surprise. Several I recognized immediately by their coloring and pattern like the Chestnut Rose, Enchantress and especially the Setina which was one of my favorites. I picked up several more and made a small bouquet, pressing their soft petals to my face, inhaling their sweet aroma. My favorite scent!

Ornate boxes with the pack’s crests imprinted on them were also present. “The art of perfumery is very important. With perfumes, you can intoxicate any man with your charm. It speaks elegance.” She lectured and reached for a crystal vial filled with a pale pink liquid. “This is referred to as ‘Rose de Mai’ because it is formulated from the essence of rare roses. With this, you can give the signal of femininity and receptivity.” I watched her take me through all the products that were on the table. “This is called ‘Midnight Bloom’ because it was extracted from a rare flower that blooms only under the light of the full moon.”

And inside it was a cluster of Black Baccara roses, velvety, deep crimson blooms that looked like they had been dipped in wine and shadow. There was no card. There didn't need to be. The scent of them, heavy, spicy, and dark was underscored by a faint, lingering note of vetiver. Lucien. He wasn't just hunting anymore. He was marking his territory. He was courting a woman who didn't exist, a stern matriarch whose knuckles he found fascinating and whose "Navarino Spine" he wanted to unwrap like a Christmas gift. I stared at the roses, my stomach churning. As Caleb, I wanted to burn them. As Antonella, I had to be careful. I couldn't reject Sterling,not when I am living here but I certainly cou