روايات وقصص ضمن Roses And Champagne Novel Read Online

The cool midnight air greeted him with the fragrance of roses. He felt the relief instantly, his anxiety dissipating, blown away by the night breeze, leaving only the scent of roses clinging to him like a permanent lover. For a ruthless mafia like him, who’d taken countless lives in the seedy underbelly of Chicago, he couldn’t understand why he found roses to be so comforting. They were such fragile plants, their petals so delicate, like humans whom he could easily crush with his palms. Still, whatever it was, it always did the trick. The scent calmed him down and he relaxed.

When the wind blew directly into Eliza’s face, it was as if it had blown away the stifled annoyance in her heart. Eliza went to where the wall of roses is. This area is filled with different varieties of roses. They are very beautiful and unique. Eliza went straight to the center, where a round basalt stone table and three basalt stools were scattered. She chose a stool and sat down. Then she slowly began to drink her champagne. Eliza had a very busy day, and now she felt sleepy after taking a few sips. She supported her head with her hands and arms. Her eyes were misty and drowsy.

Sean said before he made a rose appear seemingly from thin air, “A beautiful rose for the even more beautiful Claudia.” At those words Claudia’s expression darkened and she stood up causing her black gown to swirl around her matching the stormy look in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” he said while wondering why Claudia wasn’t teasing him about being corny like she normally would. At that Claudia looked at him and took the rose from his hand but said as she pricked her finger with a thorn, “Yes, a rose is beautiful, but it is dangerous due to its thorns. Like the rose, I may be beautiful, but I am a predator of the night. A monster wrapped in a pretty skin.” As she finish

I smiled. Rose had mud covering her clothes, with splashes of water on her top as well. "You should change your clothes, otherwise you will catch a cold." She nodded with a sheepish smile, "I went to collect water from the river but slipped over the rock and fell." I paused but continued stirring again...the river. "Can you add the final petals and stir this? I have some work to do." Rose looked at me in shock and to my surprise, she shook her head in a no immediately, "I can't do that, you shall always complete your work other..."

CHAPTER ONE VANESSA'S POV The strong smell of food wafted up to my nostrils persistently, though I was feeling hungry, I didn't just have the appetite to eat anything. "Bon appetite." the chef clad in thickly starched white uniform said cheerily to me. I beamed him a bright smile and nodded slightly, as a dismissive gesture. My gaze wandered to the different assortment of food laid out on the table, ranging from bacon, eggs...scrambled eggs, a very thick greasy looking omelet.

He carried a large bouquet of roses and looked at me with a mix of regret and longing. "I was blind, Rosie. It felt like I was living in a dream before. Now that I've woken up, I realize I can't live without you." The set fell silent as everyone turned to watch. Allen had no shame declaring this in front of so many people. I felt thankful for having eaten lightly that morning; at least I had not thrown up yet. Allen continued his self-absorbed speech, "Can you give me another chance? Let's start over. We were engaged after all—"

She whispered faintly, her heart getting out of control. She wanted to turn to him but Champagne knew that she couldn't face him. She had never felt this kind of heat in her body just by standing next to someone. Nikolai took another step and leaned closer to her body, his breath fanning the side of her neck. Champagne stilled when his hand appeared in front of her with a bunch of rose. Her gaze dropped to the rose and her heart skipped twice. Champagne didn't know what to say or do. It wasn't the first time she was getting flowers from Nikolai in fact it's the third time and this time he was delivering them himself.

Danica smiled and joked, "Callan is still so romantic! Your birthday is held here. Is he afraid that you can't see flowers, so he's sent so many roses here? Tut-tut. He's being so mushy!" Savannah smiled, not refuting it. "Miss Savannah, Miss Danica." The butler came up and said with a smile, "1001 champagne roses. The man who sent the flowers said they had just flown in from Texas and had been picked early this morning to keep them fresh." "Yeah, okay." Savannah chuckled. "Just put them in the garden." Danica glanced at her and walked to look at the champagne roses. "Eh? Why did Callan give you champagne roses? Isn't he supposed to give you red roses?"

Rose smiled seeing Azazel filling their glasses with champagne. “Cheers.” He raised his glass and Rose followed suit. Somewhere inside her, she knew what was coming next. But was she ready for it and now it seemed her hands were all sweaty before she got one of her hand down to rub it against her pink jumpsuit. It all seemed okay when she brought it up but now it was something different to actually have to experience it.