Rosegarden Novels & Stories

Then , lady June smiled and welcomed me to their garden. Their garden was full of sunflowers , it's like a field in the villages with dragonflies surrounding it . Their mansion was surrounded by Boston ivy ( a shrub plant) . It's marvelous . I love this cool atmosphere. Then , I saw a angel , that's ORKHIS ANEMONE , the villainess, she has a long , shiny , silky Black hair with her purple eyes sparkles whenever She's excited . her pink lips are fluffy , if I were a male lead , I'll be her slave .

As I put one of my feet inside of the warm and welcoming water filled with the petals of the beloved and most beautiful rose. I sometimes wonder why it has so much love being given to it. It is so imperfect, yet that is its perfection just like all of us--We are perfect and one because of the imperfections of us. I also wonder why a rose just steals my heart every time I look at it--it's just so magnificent. Is it because of the color that it possesses or because of the way it possesses the frail heart of mine? So melted in my thoughts that I was, I didn't realize that I had to get out of the bath to get ready.

I would like to think that the Moon Goddess worked her magic because she wanted me to be happy, but I feel it's more because she felt sorry for me than anything else, that's the only reason which seems to make sense in every scenario I go over. The trees were beginning to thin out as I approached the spot where I had first saw her, her scent becoming overwhelming powerful the closer I got, but there was also the unmistakable smell of tears and that didn't please either myself or my wolf - I would be able to control myself if that dick had done anything to her, I would just be happy to have her in my arms, but my wolf wouldn't be as easy to control; he would want to rip that fool limb from li

But that day, I go back with a wavering feeling. It has been one year since then, Now I'm 18 years old and I also get closer to Mark and get to know his ambitions along with dex. I've decided to plant a trust in them and so I trained and joined the gang while also being a member of Shallow Rail. I gain a new title that soon rose up in the media after a few missions, they call me ' The Rose Empress'. It was formed after they found a black rose along with a strong rose scent on my dead victim. It just somehow became my trademark even tho initially, I put a rose to show a tad of grieve. For me, it was a mission but for them, it's the end of their life so I want to at least pay my respect as a f

This is the first time that the smart Rose is contacting someone about her motives through call otherwise she only used to message the person that too through the various websites and different numbers that too with shifting the location of IP so that nobody could track her even accidentally. After done with the call, Rose stood up and once again moved to the café which is already closed down for the customers from the inner stairs which connected all three floors from inside. Rose entered the kitchen after opening the wall-sized cabinet and taking out big cookie jars she entered the walk-in vault and directly moved towards the last wall after sliding the wall she circled two more pics on th

“What job am I going to do today?” “Hm,” he looked at the tablet he was holding, scrolling through a few pages before looking at her. “Your schedule is packed Ms. Calixto.” “Am I really starting now? I don’t even know what she does! Like… her mannerisms or something. Don’t people know that about her?” Rojean panicked, looking around the room if there was something she could base Gizelle off from. “Sei liked her black clothes. Do you fancy wearing black clothes? Are you okay wearing black clothes?” Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room.

She just wanted to remember how his daughter had survived until this moment, just like the flower she also watered every morning so wouldn't die. Reya glanced at the woman beside her curiously, but it seemed that his mother was lost in thought of something when she heard his question. She was just curious because the last time played at his parents' house, the Calendula flower was not yet in their yard. Slowly, she plucked one of the flowers for attention. She knew the meaning of the flower in his hand, but she did not hate the flower only made it a memory in his life journey.