Rosas Y Champagne Novels & Stories

Blood roses. Rafael’s hand tightened around the fragile flower, crushing it slowly between his fingers. A symbol. A secret. Not grief. Not loss. Love. Defiance. War. His lips curled into a dangerous smile. "So," he said softly, almost lovingly. "The game has only just begun." He tossed the crushed rose onto the floor, grinding it under his boot. "Bring me Matteo," Rafael ordered, his voice sharp as a whip. "And this time... bring the girl too."

Too many people who seemed to know exactly who we were despite the masks. "Champagne?" A waiter appeared beside us, offering crystal flutes from a silver tray. "No thank you," Liliana said immediately, her arms tightening around mine. “Just one,” I said reaching for a flute despite Liliana's warning squeeze. “We need to blend in, look natural.” “Mikhail, don't..." Her warning came too late. The champagne was absolute perfection. Dom Pérignon 1996. Dry and crisp with notes of green apple and wideflower honey, with just a slight bitter aftertaste that I attributed to the expensive vintage.

She dared not look down—only at Matteo—trusting him completely to guide her across. At the other end, a glamorous picnic table awaited, complete with a private butler. On the table: caviar, truffles, Dom Pérignon, and champagne. Everything was over-the-top—everything Rose’s heart quietly rejected. It was simply too much for her. “Nicole sure knows how to spoil us,” Matteo said, sipping his champagne. “This is what I call a vacation. What do you think?” Rose forced an awkward smile. “Yes, it’s very nice. Like a dream.”

"This is incredible." "Dom Pérignon Rosé. One of my favorites." Alexander's eyes never left mine as he drank. I would never have tasted anything so delicious if I hadn't met Alexander. Marketing executives on my salary didn't exactly splurge on a hundred-dollar champagne. "So," I said, setting my glass down, "do you bring all your dates to secret restaurants perched on mountaintops?" Alexander's lips quirked upward. "What makes you think I bring dates here at all?"

Like a dark dream. Rose petals. Deep red. Almost black in the candlelight. Scattered across the marble floor in a deliberate path. Leading from the entrance through the living room to the dining area. Like a trail of blood. Like marking territory. The dining table. Transformed. Black silk tablecloth. Crystal so fine it looked like ice. Silverware that gleamed like blades. Two settings. Intimate. Private. Perfect. And in the center—champagne. Dom Pérignon Rosé. $40,000 a bottle. Chilling in a bucket of ice carved to look like a rose. Decadent. Excessive. Exactly right.

this would be a problem. Kristopher grabbed the glass of champagne from the table and held it in his hand, lost in deep thoughts. He then took a sip of it, and as the stingy taste of alcohol swirled in his mouth, down to his system, he felt relaxed. She looks like a sweet lamb from afar, but when you get close you find out she is so pure and innocent. Like red rose which never had the dust and stains, it was pure and fresh and ready to bloom. The one which never lost the glorious scent.

Here's to alcohol, the rose-colored glasses of life. ✾ The place behind the counter looked very much like it really belongs to Verdant. There were various shelves full of jars that had different colored liquids inside. Some had roots, leaves, as well as some things that I didn’t bother identifying. For some reason, my wolf had told me it was better that I didn’t know. There were barrels on either side of the counter, their spigot dripping a sticky brown liquid whose stench made me crinkle my nose. Furrowing my brows, I tried leaning over the counter, checking if there was something that I could at least give Auster, maybe even some water.

Albert Crousse and La France fluttered in the silent wind , Chelsea loved these two especially La France with its exquisite charming look , that pink splattered with crimson was simply beautiful and their mild fragrance was enchanting . But that was not the complete truth , she indeed loved Peonies because they weren't intoxicating like roses but she loved them because these flowers were the ones Rogue had given her on the day of their engagement . Peonies signified happy marriage and when Rogue gifted her these flowers , she was over the moon . She believed Rogue gave her these peonies because just like her , he wanted a happy marriage with her but -

Azisha said the last part lowly so Shayari will not hear that "Oh come on Api! I am going on a date with him not on honeymoon that I should wear some hot or sexy outfit" Shayari said looking at her reflection "Hmm! I can sense that you will roam in a bikini or your honeymoon or better stay in your room naked under…….". "Api! Please not a single word." Shayari said cutting Azisha in middle as she laughed out loud "Aww my shy Rose what will happen to you after your marriage." Azisha said and Shayari blushed without her knowledge

Does she not keep up with the times? She bring me in for a tight long hug and immediately I smell her sweet scent. A mix of roses and her natural scent that gives me the strangest feeling of being home. I know, weird. My body is on fire and I’m half tempted to bring her in for a passionate kiss. “It’s so great to finally meet you. I’m Rosalie.” She pulls back and smiles happily at me. Loud club music comes on in the distance. “Oh no. That’s probably Michael and Christopher taking over the party.” She rolls her eye and takes another drag from my cigarette then hands it back and trades me for the champagne.