Rosen Garten Novels & Stories

I didn’t know about my immunity to any other Incubus, but I had zero immunity when it came to Lancelin. The elevator doors opened at the roof and Lancelin stepped out to make way for me. “This is what is on the roof. Welcome to my secret heaven.” A gasp escaped my lips at the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. The entire roof was a sprawling rose garden, all of them red. The moon shore bright in the night sky, its brightness almost eclipsed by the illumination of the numerous high rises around us, but it still cast a silvery hue of the blood red petals. Several fairy lights were strung along the side of the building and on the floor that was a curved pathway leading to a large gazebo righ

Now Roselle could see everywhere and also could feel the cold breeze as they pass by. She was so busy enjoying the incredible experience that she almost asked Romeo why he had stopped. Thankfully, she heard him speak before she could ask and embarrass herself. "We're here." He said as he transformed back and put Roselle down. Roselle turned and was speechless when she saw that they were already standing in front of a huge double door. This was obviously the palace's door. When she looked behind her, an even larger garden came into view. Oh my, just how big is this garden?

Riven didn't seem to agree, he walked out of the store: "It's not necessary, I think Rosa's family is very good, there are many beautiful jewelry, you should buy something else for her." Brawen felt right, so he nodded in agreement, and went out with Riven. Riven looked at the shining silver pendant around her neck. Suddenly, he thought of his mood when he said the sentence just now, which was that he only wanted Brawen to give him a gift. In a cafe located in the heart of the city. From the 4th floor of the shop, looking out at the glass wall, you can see the picturesque landscape of the city. On the table, 4 cups of coffee were smoking, a guy sitting next to Rosa smiled and looked at Brawe

Demetri began to boast. October ignored him as he talked, then pushed the gate open. "Would you look at that, Rose Grande? “October read from a sign. A shiver went down her spine as soon as she entered. ''Maybe this is a bad idea,'' she thought, but her curiosity got the best of her. Plus, something was pulling her to the place. October walked to where the centre of the garden was. The whole place was filled with nothing but roses of every colour you could think of. What really got October, though, was the statue of a female at the small pond.

"I'll appreciate it if you can stop flirting with this incompetent bastard and go to the garden to fetch me some swiss chard. I know for a fact that Alpha Alexios grows those." I got to it immediately. The garden was behind the mansion. It was relatively easy for me to find. The garden stood in a near distance behind a pickled white fence. It was always a shade brighter than anything of color that existed around the house. The buttercups were gold and the rose bushes bled a pale but beautiful pink. The roses were what unfortunately caught my attention. They were a different color from anything I had ever seen and having grown up with a mother who was obsessed with flowers, I knew I could not

Eden had heard that the head gardeners of the big houses often behaved like the prima donnas of the opera, dictating the law in their domain and sometimes even refusing to prepare bouquets if it depleted their flower beds; but this one amused her more than it offended her. Eden liked his fierce way of defending his domain and the interest he took in his former subordinates. It was a little early in the season for roses to bloom, but the protection of the brick wall and the jealous care of the gardener had meant that several rose bushes were already in bloom, perfuming the air with their delicate scent. There were also greenhouses that housed the roses Eden had admired at her wedding. The Ome

A rose is stuck to the doorframe, together with a message—Follow the flowers, it will take you to me. With my heart pounding in my chest, the rose in my hand, I step inside. More roses are on the stairs, and I stop to pick them up on my way to Caleb. The flowers take me to the rooftop. The sofa and chairs are gone, and instead of the usual coffee table, is a round one with two armchairs in the middle of the rooftop. A big bouquet of roses is on the table, a card attached to it. Next to the table is a service cart, with all sorts of food scents coming from the covered plates. Piano music is coming from a sound system placed in the far left corner.

I was utterly exhausted, yearning for some sleep. Looking out of the skylight, I was met with a vast, colorful sea of roses. The rose garden extended as far as the eye could see, spreading until it reached the horizon. Giselle informed me that Sebastian had employed over a hundred skilled gardeners to cultivate this garden, featuring rose varieties like Juliet roses, Louis XIV roses, Green Lemon roses, Rhodes roses, Pink Countess Eva roses, and many more superior breeds. The tower's top provided the best viewpoint for appreciating the rose garden.

She still felt somewhat worried. In the Turner family garden, vast stretches of red roses were in full bloom. Due to special cultivation techniques, these roses grew like they were on trees. There was a small path between each tree, and as people walked through, the faint fragrance of the flowers would stick to them, leaving them in a relaxed and peaceful mood.

"It's okay. Look, there is a garden. It belongs to my elder brother. It's incredibly beautiful. It would be a shame if you missed it. Let me show you." Bryden Norman led her to the rose garden where she had met Mr. Satan earlier. This was another entrance, different from the one she had used before. However, from this perspective, the garden was still breathtakingly beautiful. The roses were tall and blooming brilliantly, like a sunset sky, radiant and splendid. Bryden said, "My elder brother loves roses. He's been cultivating this garden for over ten years. He doesn't need a gardener. Every rose here was planted by him. Aren't they beautiful?"