Reminiscence Roses Novels & Stories

And since he was very tall, Layla was almost lifted off the ground. "E-Eric… let go… I can't breathe…" Eric looked down at her, his handsome face gradually souring. "Did you forget, Layla, that the perfume you're using is Avril's favorite scent, with the main ingredient being rose oil? I bought her many bottles of rose perfume in the past because of how much she likes the scent of roses. I'd just forgotten about it later on…" Eric suddenly let out a self-deprecating laugh. Indeed, he'd forgotten too many things.

Enough to fill the space with color and scent, the deep red catching against the dim light of the bar. They moved straight to the counter. “Delivery for Rose Rainer,” the first one said. “Can you sign?” Rose stared at them for half a second. “Yeah. That’s me.” She signed. “Where do you want them?” She glanced at the growing mass of roses, then gave a small shake of her head. “Anywhere they fit.” A card was placed in her hand. She opened it. Wild Rose. See you tonight. K. Vivian let out a sound somewhere between a squeal and a gasp.

In the corner, there was a line of tiny words that read: My rose has finally come to me. My hand trembled as I brushed the canvas, tracing the girl I had once been. Dozens of versions of myself stared back at me, each painted with devotion, each frozen in time. My mind spun. 'What does this mean?'

The roses did three things: They grew impossibly fast—maturing from bud to full bloom in 47 seconds flat. They sang—emitting a frequency that made neural implants activate against their hosts’ will. They remembered—every petal encoded with fragments of the dead. Eva collapsed as the first note hit, her silver-gold eyes rolling back. The voices of a thousand Choir survivors screamed through her teeth. Jeff caught her, his own sixth rib burning where his old serial number used to be. "Lina!" he barked. "We need a shutdown code!"

It was the memory card that he inserted and kept inside his hand. "I'm sorry, Mina. If I didn't protect you and forgive me if I do." I said and gradually peeled off the marked seam on his hand with sharp scissors. It was against my will to do that and I had no right to visit him at his grave because I was able to save him in those moments. After I got the small memory card from him, I also immediately put his grave back in order and I also offered a white rose as a farewell to him and because I know that flower is his favorite. I also left a prayer for him to help us end this crime and punish the people who should be punished, especially the person who did this to him.

I let out a breath, "When will he wake up?" It had been one day without Orion and I was feeling overwhelmed with everything. Bidding farewell to Celia and others was not easy, I had to make sure no one doubted Orion's absence. "The blue mark is fading," Rose replied as she added a palm-shaped leaf into the red paste and started mixing it. "I am sorry you had to stay here taking care of a person you have never met before." She smiled but the smile was dull compared to her other smiles, "I am helping you. My mother would have wanted this."

“Come on, man. Rosa’s looking hot tonight. She keeps smiling at you, and you’ve only got eyes for your beer.” Rome looked over at Rosa. She was hot. Long, red hair, and legs that never ended. She was definitely someone he’d be interested in getting to know better--if it weren’t for that phone call earlier. All he could think about was Ella. He’d even looked around the club, wondering if any of these girls could be her. But none of them looked like the picture he had of her in his mind. Dark hair, wide eyes, a beautiful smile…. No, he had a feeling his Ella wasn’t here tonight. “You should at least get up and dance,” Bart said, nudging him with his shoulder. “I need a wingman.”

He turned around and they were both lost in a deep warm kiss as they rolled on each other on the undressed bed. Prince knew what he was missing as he kissed her navel and went further to explore her pussy. Her pussy was hairless and divine. Mary really enjoyed his movement on her and had even forgotten her purpose was to tempt him. All she wanted at that point was to fuck him. As Prince was about to lick her pussy, flashes of Rose's parents invaded the moment and he stepped back. Mary didn't notice it at first until when several seconds proved his absence. She was surprised when she saw him feeling guilty.

Yuna reminded the vampire elder about my wife's truth. “You’re right. I should have known.” With a deep sigh, Minerva calmed herself before sharing what she knew about the evidence we got. “Well, to answer your question, there was one class of roses that won't wither even decades had passed already from the time it was taken from its bush. It came from the Escoffier Rose Field." “Ecoffier Rose Field? Was that the same field in the clairvoyant realm?” Roxanne guessed, making Yuna smile.

Rose again was engulfed with her story telling mood. “You remember exact years?” asked Elena, admiring the girl in front of her even more. “Yup. As compared to those losers, I always remember the exact years and dates. It’s good for multiple reasons” Rose replied, giving her a knowing smile, she was talking about remembering different kind of anniversaries and Elena understood it.