Rosen Garten Novels & Stories

If it wasn’t for Avery dragging her along. Kira wouldn’t have had a clue about this gigantic rose garden hidden in the Southern Suburb of Hemsworth. That was Avery’s little secret, not part of the Chambers Group. He had fields, as big as hundreds of acres, all filled with Damask roses. Under the sunset, the garden was a sight for sore eyes. The bright pink roses against the green leaves were stunning to look at and would definitely lift anyone’s mood. Kira was hooked, she couldn’t take her eyes off them.

Roselyn countered with a poised, calm demeanor. "I have brought a very special gift." The black-haired man signaled with his hand. The servants stepped forward one after another, revealing the gifts they carried. There were exquisite jewels and fine gowns, nothing seemed amiss. However, the moment the final gift was unveiled, the smiles on the newlyweds' faces instantly vanished. Inside the final box was a painting of Roselyn standing in a rose garden. She looked breathtaking, bathed in the warm glow of the sun. The glaring issue, however, was that the garden in the painting was unmistakably the garden of the D’Arest duchy, the exact spot where Roselyn used to sit, resting her head gently on

Zonder told her, "Miss Loyle, Young Master has been very busy these few days. He'd leave very early in the morning and come back late. If you want to meet him, you should wait here until he returns." Rose was worried that she would miss him, so she requested a day off from Sean and waited at Garden Of A Diary. During the day, the children would be in kindergarten. She was bored and wandered in the garden of the villa. This was the first time she had observed this garden so closely. The wall surrounding the garden was covered in magenta bougainvillea. Rose plucked one and put it on the palm of her hand, gently caressing the three magenta petals. She could almost hear the sounds from her past.

I stood still for a while and opened my eyes when Aviv asked me to open them. Once I opened my eyes I couldn't believe my eyes so I rubbed them to see whether I was dreaming or not. I was standing outside a gate and guess what the surrounding inside the gate was mesmerizing. The gate wall at the side had a nameplate that read "Pister area." Taking Aviv's hand I went inside the gate. The place was filled with beautiful red rose plants and the rose was all blooming which gave a very beautiful view. Going a few steps ahead there was a beautiful cottage style house with glassware.

She started to get familiar of the corridors even though they seemed to all look the same, but she felt that each corridor was different. Vastria made her way down the corridor to the main hall where the dragon statue stood. She knew her way to the rose garden and decided to spend some of the morning there. The garden was empty as she entered. Birds were chirping near a water pond. She wanted to see the rose she saw the first time she was in the garden. She got to the row where the rose bush was and saw Mrs. Rosenburg watering the rose bush. “Mrs. Rosenburg, it is nice to see you again.” She briskly strode to her side looking at the roses.

His silver glistening eyes devoured her own eyes, making it hard to look away. That’s all. Two paragraphs since morning. Those two paragraphs are inspirations from the fantasies I had of Khal. I come to the backyard so the evergreen grass and shrubs, the blue sky and pool, will force Khal out of my head and get me something else to think about. I’ve always loved nature. But I was wrong. “Hey.” I turned around on the stool. David walks to me and pecked me. He sat on the stool next to me and rubbed his eyes.

“You seem to know what I meant pretty well too.” “Why don’t I think so?” “Are you not going to tell?” Rosaline rolled her eyes and explained. “See the plants here - they are all fake and overdone. It’s worse because it’s right outside the forest perimeter.” “The ceiling is decorated like a pub with dim lights and all. It’s not a pub, and the location makes it relatively awkward as most of the customers are likely to be people who have come back from the park. Tired and hungry ones.”

Let’s grab some lunch after that, huh? Goddamn it. When will this end? Fifteen minutes later, we arrived at the indoor park located on the twentieth storey of the neighbouring tower, with glass walls overlooking the city view and a dome-shaped ceiling. ‘This is really nice, Rum. A private park for the residents….’ Nice, my ass. It’s not nice at all. How the fuck do I keep Ambrose away from Rose? I like… you. Rose’s voice surfaced like an amplifier.

"Where's this place? And we're in a forest right? There's no garden that's as deep as this." "Just keep walking, princess," he says coldly, barely sparing me a glance. Soon, we round a curve and a battered, wooden door comes into view. He stops, raising his hand slowly to touch the surface, a faraway look on his face. I edge closer, noting the dusty inscription his hand seems to be rubbing - Garden Beckett; the roses in this garden are dedicated to my two wonderful boys, Randy and Kristoff.

His voice was filled with passion and love for the beauty that surrounded us, and I couldn't help but be captivated by his enthusiasm. We found a secluded spot in the garden, a small gazebo covered in climbing roses. The scent of the flowers enveloped us, creating a cocoon of tranquility and romance. We sat down on a bench, surrounded by the vibrant blooms, and watched as the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the garden. In that moment, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the love of Rueben, I felt a sense of peace and contentment. The worries and doubts that had plagued me earlier seemed to fade away, replaced by a deep appreciation for the present moment.