Reminiscence Roses Novels & Stories

The landscape flies by at a dizzying pace, with specks of green blending into the deep browns of tree trunks as the smell of pine and cedar fills the air. I close my eyes, needing a moment to regroup inside my head before we meet up with our troops. Images of Rose flow through my mind—lingering on one picture of her smiling face gazing at me drearily as we wake up from a night of lovemaking. The pain of missing her is biting, but I can’t help smiling at her beautiful face as the memory of her scent dances in my mind.

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

Antoine watched Camille, his eyes filled with concern and curiosity. Camille’s emotions surged, and tears began to roll down her cheeks, salty and bittersweet. How long had it been since she last remembered the scent of her mother’s lily of the valley? How long had it been since she felt the vibrant essence of fragrance, the subtle bond between scent and memory? 'Muse' didn’t just analyze the scent—it awakened a corner of her mind she thought lost forever. It allowed her to 'see' images again, to 'hear' sounds, and to feel the delicate stirrings of emotions she believed had disappeared for good.

But now, seeing the pattern, the dark undercurrent, the unsettling truth of the situation became clear. Flashbacks flooded her mind, vivid memories of the past, when she had received those same black roses, accompanied by cryptic notes that had sent shivers down her spine. The words, once dismissed as harmless romantic gestures, now echoed with a sinister undertone, a chilling testament to the stalker's relentless pursuit.

“I know but there are some lies that are necessary, especially when you promise someone else to maintain them.” “What lies?” This time Paul heard the anger in my voice. “Rose, the man that attacked you, what do you remember about him?” Paul pressed like this had everything to do with what he wanted to tell me. The memory was blurry as I tried to put the pieces together. “I don’t know… he was fast, really fucking fast. And his teeth— No, I was so frightened I imagined most of it.” “Rose,” Ivan touched my hand and my eyes flew open. I hadn’t even realised I’d closed them so tightly. “Just tell us even if it sounds crazy.”

“While you were away. Lord Rustyn. He brought something from Lady Celia and the queen.” My jaw tightens. But my eyes are on the roses. Even in winter, the cursed things bloom. Blue roses that climb the black stone walls, their petals sharp against the frost. They wither and bloom in ghostly cycles, yet never touch the ground. Always vanishing midair, leaving behind only that sweet and rotten scent. It clings to your throat, making you feel the misery etched deep within it. “Rogues?” I ask, eyes narrowing on a cluster of petals curling into vapor.

Chapter Two: SIGHTING Later that night, Rojean dolled up to go to a place that was both a nightclub and a bar that everyone was talking about. She was old enough, for sure, especially if she was going to get married soon. But she was never the kind of person to go out on the weekends, to a club or even a bar and always preferred the comfort of their apartment which Lucas didn’t mind at all even when he wanted to go out. She was in a cream coloured off shoulder dress which stopped mid-thigh and hugged her curves beautifully.

We ran towards the garden, I found myself chasing butterflies while my parents cheered excitedly. "Come. I want to show you something" Royce said and grabbed my hand, pulling me excitedly. We got to a lake and royce knelt down, pulling me down along with him. "Look Roselle, what do you see?" he asked,staring at out reflection in the water. I looked back at my reflection, surprised to see that I looked exactly as I did ten years ago, I hadn't even aged one bit. everything was just like it was before, perfect and peaceful. I completely forgot about pain and revenge.

Sean said before he made a rose appear seemingly from thin air, “A beautiful rose for the even more beautiful Claudia.” At those words Claudia’s expression darkened and she stood up causing her black gown to swirl around her matching the stormy look in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” he said while wondering why Claudia wasn’t teasing him about being corny like she normally would. At that Claudia looked at him and took the rose from his hand but said as she pricked her finger with a thorn, “Yes, a rose is beautiful, but it is dangerous due to its thorns. Like the rose, I may be beautiful, but I am a predator of the night. A monster wrapped in a pretty skin.” As she finish

Just a fraction. Her eyes instead of mine. Her smile. The girl they buried. The girl I was. Roslyn Miller, Rosie I am Rosie. I lie in bed, still as the dark around me. The remnants of the nightmare cling to my skin, my heart pounding from the vivid images—the shattered mirrors, the flames, Lucas’s cold eyes. But there’s something else, a feeling that drifts into my mind like a whisper I can't ignore. A memory. It’s faint at first, but it grows, pulling me deeper into the fog of forgotten moments. The scent of roses, thick and heavy in the air. A touch against my skin, a voice in my ear.