Rose In Black Novels & Stories

she asked amused by the flowers, most men would go for red roses but he went for black. “Yes, and that is because you are my beautiful black queen, just like these roses, black beautiful, alluring and sweet but with thorns here and there. Perfect for me in every way.” He told her, tears of joy glittered in her eyes, she smiled and go in for a hug. She sniffs his scent as she laid her head on his chest and wondered why did it take so long to realize that he was the man for her.

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.

I hope his plan will work. Alexia's Point of View * KKRRRRRIIIIIINNNNGGGG * An alarm clock wakes me up. I tapped it and sit on my bed, eyes are still closed. *Blink* -__o *Blink* o__- What? 0__0 Flowers? I immediately pick it up the black roses. Who's dead? Arrgg! Nathan is annoying me again. -- Dear Alexia, Black may not be the first color that comes to mind when celebrating love and friendship, but black roses actually symbolize rebirth and new beginnings. I hope you're okay now.

Meanwhile, Rozelyn attempted to scan the grand vampire’s mind for what the heck a Black Peruvian Rose is. But her radar detected something else—a sort of a foggy black smoke. Something was hindering her mental reading abilities. Then, an image of a rare black-colored rose flashed into Rozelyn’s mind. It was like the black smoke was showing her images that she didn’t even know she’s already seeing. Rozelyn cannot identify the flower or thing or whatever for hell’s sake is that. She suddenly felt numbness in her knees. Then in her whole body. In a blink of an eye, the world seemed to be turning upside down for her. It was as if her surroundings were rotating rapidly that even a cheetah cannot

She’s sitting at her desk with her laptop open, looking worried and tired like she didn’t sleep well either. “I’ve been thinking about that letter all night,” I tell her as I get out of bed. “Me too,” Cassie replies without looking away from her computer screen. “Actually, I stayed up late doing some research about black roses.” “What did you find out?” I ask, though I’m not sure I really want to know. Cassie turns to face me with a serious expression. “Black roses have a really dark symbolic meaning. They usually represent death, endings, or revenge. Sometimes they’re used to threaten someone or to say that something bad is going to happen to them.”

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."

The baby cried, louder this time, but her cries seemed to carry a strange resonance, as if the very woods shuddered in response. The assassins closed in. I could hear their boots, their growls, their laughter. “Kill the brat first,” one hissed. “No!” My scream tore from my chest, raw and primal. The first blade slashed toward us and then, light erupted. Roses glowed, soft at first, then blinding. The pearl inside her flared, sending a pulse of power that knocked the assassin backward as though struck by an invisible hand. He hit a tree with a sickening crack.

"She deserved it! She was so terrified with the rabid dogs barking all around her, even sending a voice message where she was crying so pathetically!" Hearing that, my departed soul turned away, smiling miserably. He was the one who had said he loved me, promising to protect me for the rest of my life and vowing that no one would get to lay a finger on me. He had smiled at me so lovingly when he passed me the black rose seeds. "It is believed that black roses embody a deep and timeless love, just like the love I share with you." Yet, he had a change of heart and loved Lara instead, believing her one-sided claims that I had led a workplace ostracising campaign against her.

Everything goes blurs, blackness engulfs me. Roman's screams echoes " Rose...no!" Next silence, then nothing but darkness forever. ############

However, before the food was served, the waiter brought over a bouquet of red roses. "This is for Ms. Stafford, sent by one Mr. Pennington in congratulations for the successful art exhibition." Heather did not take the flowers. She told the waiter to send them back. "Tell Mr. Pennington that I don't like red roses." Red roses were Anne's favorite, not hers. She only liked pink ones.