Novel & Cerita Red Rose With Thorns

I just took the shears and went to work. I sat there on the stone bench, trimming the rose bushes, my fingers moving automatically, my mind elsewhere. The roses were beautiful—deep red, almost black in the shadows, with petals so soft they seemed to glow in the afternoon light. But even the most beautiful flowers could pierce you when you weren't looking. One wrong move, one moment of carelessness, and the thorns would draw blood. That was how life was, I thought, snipping another stem. Beautiful on the surface, but waiting to hurt you the second you let your guard down.

Only his voice remained in the air, "Good luck little Luna. You'll need it for what's to come." A chill ran down my spine as I looked at the map again. The crimson meadow lay to the north and with it the last herb - the blood rose. The journey to the meadow was uneventful, but as I climbed the hill, my breath caught in my throat. Before me lay a sea of red - thousands and thousands of roses, their petals as dark as blood. "It's beautiful," Selene murmured. "And deadly," I added, remembering Lili's warning. "The thorns are poisonous. One scratch could kill us."

I let my eyes travel down the peculiar flower, its ever red petals glistened with falling snowflakes as they settled softly on each petal, their toichike a gentle kiss on my skin as I ran a finger through it. I had never seen such a beautiful species before but from the blood red petals to the thorny dark stems I could tell it was a rose. The many books I had read depicted all this flower's splendor to be ethereal and beautiful but simple. Its harsh thorns did not allow it to be easily obtained, hence its scarce population. But that was what made it even more wanted and desired. The way the little flakes softly dropped to coat the flower had me staring in awe. Such beauty.

I whispered, dragging my eyes to his in the mirror but averted my gaze as soon as our eyes clashed. My hands hung limply at my sides, my fingers trembling and shaking like twigs in a storm. I didn’t hide them. I was done of hiding. I needed to see them. The fear. The shock. My eyes were trailing back to it. Like a moth drawn to the flame, my eyes were drawn to what he had imprinted on me. The tattoo he had branded on my existence. A rose. No. Not just rose. A Rose with thorns. The bright red rose was etched on the side of my neck, just below my ear.

I reminded her. “What she is saying is right Gem. Today is his birthday and she cent ruin in by arguing with his mum. It will all be messed up if she does so.” Rose said behind me. “Why are you here?” I asked her with a surprised look on my face. “I figured out that you will need my help. You know how sensitive she gets when she cries.” she said and looked at the little red bruise that formed on my hand already when Gem slapped it away. “That’s right.” I laughed.

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

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?''

A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. ✾ “Your arm?” I blink reluctantly at the woman in front of me. Biting my bottom lip, I slowly raise my hand and show her my wrist. She grabs onto it, pulling it towards her. She smiles at me, or I think she does, the only part of her that I could see either way was her lips, the bottom part of her nose, and everything below her ankles. Then she pulls a small sharp pen from her pocket, stabs it on my wrist, making me flinch. The pen starts turning red, and just like that she had taken some of my blood.

"The moment we're born, that seed is born with us too. And when the day comes, when we finally meet our mate, the seed grows. They say it grows into everlasting love, joy and peace but mine grew into a fluttering Rose. He came into my life, and brought the smile a Rose gives. His scent basked over me endearingly like a Rose gives. My life flourished and shone beautifully like the redness of the petals itself. But our love was different. It had a lifespan. He was a Rose after all. They say Roses generally have no thorns but my Rose was different. Piercing deep into my fragile heart, gradually draining the beauty of life out of me. Just like the petals fell off, he took every beautiful piece o

Adira walked and stood infront of everyone as she waited for her to finish talking. “Soon… Sun cannot peek into your chambers like before. You won’t be in the lotus pond but the red rose garden full of thorns. Yet Red roses are a symbol of love, if you are smart and genuine you will find precious treasures like love and more. If not king of darkness awaits your arrival.