Poisonous Roses Novels & Stories

I stop one of the guys from going up by stepping on his foot and twisting my foot as Aiden ran upstairs and as soon as he was up I shot the other guys leg making sure none of them leave the hall ad follow Aiden. I ran up the stairs only to find Aiden trying to shoot Kend while on top of him as Kaden tried his best to stop it. I was about to shoot when a huge glass pot came chrashing down on Aiden's head. I stepped back as I see Rose standing over behind the now unconcious Aiden and her hands shaking. Aiden pushed him aside careful shaking his chest off any broken glass pieces and asking if Rose was okay. "Thanks" He said and I nodded.

Oleander leaves were highly toxic, and everyone knew it. Yet as long as Roxanne liked them, Vincent could make them bloom in the Frostwell household all year. I once feared someone might eat them by mistake. I argued against planting a poisonous flower in the courtyard. Roxanne cried herself sick over it. "Does Vicky hate me so much that she will not even let you plant flowers for me, Vince?" Vincent pulled her behind him and sneered at me. "If you want to target Roxy, at least come up with a better excuse. Who would ever eat something this bitter by accident? Anyone would spit it out the moment it touched their mouth."

Frederick sneered and asked, "Eva, see that? If you had taken the pill earlier, you'd be in the same situation." Eva's eyes widened with shock. She wondered, "But those pills were made from herbal ingredients. How could they be harmful?" Frederick explained, "Even though the pills seem harmless, if you combine them with a mystic arrangement, they turn into deadly poison!" He pointed to a corner vase and continued. "These three roses here have been tampered with and placed in the worst spot in your office. It sends bad energy back to the person who owns the space.

Roxanne amusingly grinned as she felt the difference between the roses and the other roses everyone knew about. “Why?” Sonia wondered. “These roses belonged to the Escoffier. It was a medicine and a protection, but it could be a poison if misused or mistreated.” Roxanne answered as she gently touched the rose, which almost made some servants stop her, but realizing it was my wife, they respectfully bowed—they knew Roxanne’s connection to them. “I see. Shall we add a stone tablet explaining the unique features of the roses here?” I suggested, catching their attention, and I shrugged my shoulders.

I immediately apologized, I was used to joking around with him that I forgot he was an alpha and they were possessive of what they owned, and also how they easily got mad. “You don’t need to apologize, I thought you were hurt, it's my mistake for leaving the green house open, if I had been later than this you would have been poisoned” “What do you mean,” I asked confused. “Every plant and flower here are poisonous, what you almost touched was a foxglove and you can get poisoned just by touching it” he replied and I turned to the innocent looking flower. “It doesn't look like it could be deadly, the petals are beautiful”

“It’s no joke. The entire oleander plant is poisonous. If you accidentally break the branches and touch the sap, for instance, it will paralyze your skin. Burning the branches, on the other hand, produces toxic gases…” “It sounds very dangerous,” Stella said. “The prettier they are, the more dangerous they become.” Zeta smiled and advised, “You’re a novice, so don’t pick this one. There are other plants to look at.” “Why don’t you recommend one?” “Sure.” Zeta looked around and chose one. “This is Serissa japonica, also known as snowrose. What do you think?” She recommended the flower and explained, “When snowrose blooms, its white flowers are as dense as the snow. That’s why it’s called the

I brushed my thumb over the petal and explained, “Why black rose? I want to know.” His eyes were fixated on the rose in my hand as he swallowed before opening his mouth, “Because nothing depicts me better than a black rose. The black rose is a symbolic flower with multiple meanings and interpretations. It represents intensity, darkness, passion, rebellion, and dominance, all of which resonate with my personality. A black rose is also a symbol of mystery, unknown, and unrequited feelings, which perfectly portrays whatever is between us.”

Pierce examined the faces with utmost caution and observed each micro-expression. Eleanor's eyes went wide, her mouth forming a perfect O shape of disbelief. Harold's jaw shifted as if he had a bitter pill to swallow. "Poison?" Harold's voice cracked. "That's. That's impossible. How could Rosa be poisoned?" "That's what we want to know." It came to them in the form of Pierce walking up to them with hands clasped behind him to conceal the shaking. "The doctors discovered traces of oleander in her system. Interesting choice. You know oleander causes miscarriage?"

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