Rosegarden Novels & Stories

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.

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."

Here on the other side, Rudra who just now finished his work locked his office in hospital and checked everything once before leaving the building and instructed the guard to look after everything and if any emergency arises, inform him immediately. He moved to the parking area to his favourite black Jaguar, and before he could sit in his car he notices a certain blue porche 911 standing there in all her glory.... He was not at all surprised in the first place to find out the car so late there in the garage... But when his gaze went down to its tyre.. he was sure that sakshi went alone... And it didn't take him time to know that she was alone and not travelling in any vehicle... As the parti

Then they go to the isolation room, treatment room, operation theater, pharmacy room, radiology room, and gym before they headed to the backyard. "Those roses.." "That roses are planted by Hazel's ex. But after he died, no one takes care of it, so it's been growing to slither to the glass window. Aaron's now in charge of taking care of the roses. Even it's creeping up and down but he makes it still look stunning." He explains. "Yeah." her eyes still fixed on the roses that have various colors and look very beautiful from afar. Even it's beautiful, it's full of thorns making it impossible to pluck the flower.

Vastria was left alone. She did not see Remus’ mother yet, but she decided to look about the garden. As she entered the garden, it was filled with various roses. They were grouped by colors and types. Vastria did not know all the varieties of roses, but she loved the way roses looked. This garden was an inside garden, the roof tall with sky light. She could see the sun above with clouds passing by. The garden was as big as the common living room in her joint suite. The walls of the inside garden looked like it was made of metal. Vines grew on them giving it an intricate look and feel. Small roses blossomed from these vines that wrapped around the walls and pillars of the garden.

He took two down easily, and for a moment, it looked like he had them beat. He looked towards the roses, as if he knew she was there. The rogue from the market took his opportunity, swinging a blade up. It was silver. The sound it made when it sank between Xavier's ribs would live in Rose’s bones forever. Her eyes had met his in horror. “Rose,” he had screamed out in horror. Pack warriors crashed into the clearing seconds later, drawn by the noise. The remaining rogue ran, and the roses released her as suddenly as they had claimed her. She stumbled out, gasping, dress torn. Xavier’s blood was already cooling on the stones. He was gone.

Later that afternoon, needing fresh air to clear her mind, Rosalie wandered into the glass-walled winter conservatories that overlooked the snowy palace gardens. The air inside the glass house was humid and sweet, filled with blooming white camellias, rare frost roses, and sprawling evergreen ivy. Parsha and Jenny walked beside her, carrying baskets of fresh blooms, while Rosalie laughed softly, chatting with the head gardener about which flowers would suit the nursery best. The peaceful atmosphere shattered the moment heavy, hurried footsteps echoed sharply against the marble floor.

Jason said, heaving a long sigh of relief before waving his hand at the mother-daughter duo again. The maids then dragged the two of them out of the castle grounds, and soon, their loud cries and screams couldn't be heard anymore. The sun began to set, bathing the vast castle grounds in a bright orange glow. Jason's and Eric's gazes fixed on the bare stump of the apple tree in the garden. The apple tree was gone now, and the garden was filled with lavender. The little garden that Rosa used to love so much was no longer there. Avril had been the one diligently tending to it after Rosa left the world, but now, she had left as well.

Perhaps it was the way I looked, my eyes; they were dark, and during investigations, I am not Nightbane; I am Voidheart. I exhaled and stopped moving, not wanting to get any closer to her, and my eyes returned to normal. “All of you have the same rouge. Where did it come from?” I asked, my voice neutral, and silence fell. They were afraid, afraid to say where it came from. There has been only one person sharing rogues in the palace, Nyxora. “A maiden named Anna shared them with us. She said it was from the Luna to appreciate our beauty.” A shaken voice from the back said, and without another word, I stormed out of the bath, holding the rouge in my hand.

Jeffrey got up and jumped up and down to get there. He thought the flowers had bloomed, and I was back. But how could a rose that was uprooted bloom? He opened the iron gate of the rose garden and found that the land was loose. He saw Joanna holding a small hoe, squatting on the ground, and plowing bit by bit. "Look, Jeffrey, I want the roses I planted to bloom all over the garden." Without waiting for him to respond, Joanna, who was wearing high fashion and exquisite makeup-, hugged him. "Happy? Besides Audrey, I can also plant roses for you."