Rosen Garten Novels & Stories

Darkened windows stretch up three stories, casting shadows against the flickering torchlights. The structure is old—ancient, even—but impeccably maintained. Thick vines crawl up the stone walls, twisting like veins, as if the building itself is alive. But it’s not the size of the house that steals my breath. It’s the garden. A sea of black roses stretches across the front lawn, their petals glistening under the moonlight. Each bloom is impossibly perfect, their deep obsidian hue shifting with an eerie glow. They shouldn’t exist. Not in nature.

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."

When I step through the doors, my breath catches. The garden is glowing, literally. Lanterns hang from the trees like captive stars, their reflections trembling in the gushing fountain. Every path is lined with roses and their petals are scattered across the grass as if someone’s been painting the ground with love. There’s a small table under the wisteria, holding two crystal glasses and a bottle of champagne. And then there’s him.

After dinner, they browsed the mall below the restaurant and bought some clothes and shoes. Then Bianca took her to their real destination of the evening. It was close by—less than ten minutes by car. A small, elegant garden-style shop located in a quiet alley behind a busy commercial street. Store name: Late Rose. The entrance was lined with all kinds of roses. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, soft nude-pink lighting radiated a dreamy glow, and even from outside, the scent of roses lingered in the air. If one were just passing by, they'd assume it was a luxury spa.

he responded rudely. Ares locked his wolf out in order to have a free mind to think. Then he caught the scent again. It was a fresh scent of vanilla. A knock sounded on his door. "Come in," he said calmly. ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦

“Watch me.” The captain cursed under his breath and followed him through the archway leading into the Moon Gardens , the most forbidden part of the Citadel at night. It was a maze of rose-covered tunnels, marble paths, and moon-lit fountains. Roses in shades of white and silver grew in tangled blossoms, their scent heavy and cool. Ryder had always hated roses. But tonight, every breath he took filled his lungs with a different kind of pain. Sienna was here. He felt her.

I said. "There's a garden," he said. "On the Upper East Side. Public, but most people don't know it's there. It's… it requires attention to find." He paused. "I thought you might like to see what's growing." I looked at him. At the man who had bought a rose and remembered my coffee and told me the honest thing on a Friday afternoon and was now asking me to go see what was growing in a hidden garden because he thought I might like it.

Pushing me in front of him lightly so that I could take the lead this time, we enter through the fence. Just a few steps inside, there was a small sign that was almost at the verge of falling off. I could also make out the word ‘Laguna’ despite the sign missing the first letter a. The smell hit me fast once we stepped inside. The fresh smell of water. Stopping myself from walking forward, Yohan ends up colliding with my back. “There’s so much…” Yohan takes a step beside me and looks around. “This place’s a breath of fresh air, everything seems so lively. Don’t you think?”

“Every time I think of that room, that place, I am in the garden. It is like I keep going back to that place.” “Deanna you never stepped foot in the garden even on the times we were there to go over plans for the house as a museum. You hired the gardeners to keep it as it is but you never went beyond the rose bushes.” Max said as he looked at the other two people there, “The garden is rather large much like everything else about the house. The maze is at the center of it and it is a large English maze with tall hedges. The rose bushes are at the front of the garden. They were supposedly prize winning roses.”

Yeah, the famous rose garden throughout Inferno. "Wow, this is so beautiful." Aphrodite's eyes opened wide, she ran to the end of the balcony, she looked up at the maze-shaped bed of roses. A very natural red color, blends well with the dark sky. "You also have a rose garden here, it's even bigger than the one in your castle in France. How big is your rose garden?" "2 acres." "What? 2 Acres?" Aphrodite was surprised. "Wow, this is crazy!!"