Rose Violet Novels & Stories

I got this hunch that he'd become aware of my gaze and was about to return it, so I looked away immediately. "Are you aware that the rainbow is just an illusion?" He asked turning to me, with that cute smile still playing on his lips. "Huh?" "The rainbow," he repeated, pointing towards it "it's an illusion cast on the sky due to the reflection of light" "Really" I said. He scoffed and silence reigned once again. I figured it was now time to part ways before he begins to grow on me. "I'm about to go in now," I said reluctantly "Which hospital building do you stay?" I grabbed the arms of his wheelchair.

The little brother next to him flattered. Prince Long grunted and took out a large bunch of roses from the backseat, red, orange, red, green, blue and purple in every color. Gathering so many different colors of roses was obviously costly, but together they were indescribably vulgar, as if they were a bunch of dyed plastic products.

“Brother Turner, you came at the right time. The rainbow roses are blooming. Look at how beautiful it is!” Yosef looked in the direction she pointed and saw two flowers blooming on a rose bush. The colors of the flowers were very rare. They consisted of seven colors—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. They were known as rainbow roses, also seven-color roses and happiness roses. Their flower language was romance, dreams, happiness, beauty, and nobility. In addition to their vibrant colors, they also exuded a sense of sweetness. They were very rare, and it was Yosef who asked the gardener to carefully cultivate them. He wanted to give them to Yvonne as an expression of his af

Sam rambled on and then drank juice to stop what non-smooth thing she might say next. " I really like the flowers. I didn't even know roses came in those kinds of colours." Katie said unable to stop smiling. " The red and white ones in the center mean unity. The dark pink ones mean gratitude. The yellow with red tips mean ' I want to get to know you". The violet ones mean Royalty and the lilac are for romance." Sam said very proud of the thought that had gone into buying the bouquet. She wasn't going to mention that some of the roses also meant 'love at first sight' and 'falling in love'.

These magic cores were embedded into the walls of the cultivation room. The nine had also mentioned that the magic cores that were fitted into the room were all extremely valuable. According to them, they could last till Mane reached the nobility realm! Majority of them were orange in color, with the minority being red. For magic cores, their colors determined their purity. Coincidental or not, the colors of magic cores were based on the colors of the rainbow. The colors were as follows, in descending order of magnitude- red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. Violet cores were the lowest ranked cores, with the highest being red colored cores.

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

Now she felt as if this Violet color was slowly settling in her eyes and soothing her heart. "This?" Elsa asked, but she did not take her eyes off the flowers for once. "This flower is called Viola, and you won't find these flowers everywhere. That time your crying stopped immediately after seeing these flowers. Believe me, Elsa, you held these flowers until you slept, and look! You're still lost on them." Rose said and laughed. Elsa saw how everyone was smiling at her, which embarrassed her. "I. I… l loved it, aunt Rose," Elsa thanked her aunt.

So, she still viewed Raven as her biggest rival. With all these beliefs and assumptions in her mind, it was jarring for her to witness Vlad seeking that plain demon out. It then alarmed her to see how he behaved more intimately with her than with Raven. She became even more unsettled when his aura took on a clear pastel pink colour whenever he interacted with her. /It can't be. I must be wrong. How can he like someone like her?/ Rosa thus took it upon herself to find out what exactly their relationship was.

The trio started walking to the middle of the bridge. “Why is it called the rainbow river?” Ruby asked curiously, not giving the thought of the bridge being what the name implied, a chance. “It has all colours of the rainbow in a straight, never ending pattern.” Rose answered with pride dancing around her face. “Wow, really? All colours of the... Rainbow...” The word hung in her mouth as she saw the truth in what Rose had said. She was stunned by the wonder below her. The water below her was red, Orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet, they flowed calmly without falling over each other.

“I was way off.” Slowing his steps, he moved to face her, lifting the rose between them. “Actually, there are a lot of colors in it. Here, in the center of the petals, it’s vibrant, like the feathers of a canary. Down here, in the shadows of the bud, it’s darker like an egg yolk. But toward the tips it gets paler, almost white, like the rind between a lemon and its peel. In the veins, these tiny little ventricles tapering to the edges, there’s the slightest hint of pink. So you really weren’t that off.” “You describe it so prettily,” she said softly, envious of his vision. She stared at the rose, wishing she could see all the various hues, never realizing there were so many variations of the