Roses Palace Novels & Stories

I gave him a smile smile and nodded my head as a thank you. As I walked into the territory, I realized how much bigger it was than ours. The pack house was atleast 8 stories tall. There was a pool, lit up with beautiful neon colors. I could see a park where all the pups could play and have fun. It literally looks like a pack territory that you only see in werewolf movies. It was incredible. While I was distracted by all of the amazing this this pack had to offer, the Beta came out and started walking towards me. I heard someone sniffing the air, making me swing around in fright.

The room resonated with history, its walls witnessing countless joyous occasions and momentous decisions. As we strolled through the corridors, Captain Rodgers led me to a small courtyard hidden within the palace's heart. Here, a vibrant garden bloomed, its colors vibrant against the backdrop of lush greenery. Fragrant roses perfumed the air, their petals delicately kissed by the sunlight that filtered through the surrounding trees. I couldn't help but reach out and inhale their intoxicating scent, finding solace in the natural beauty that thrived within the palace's confines.

But there was still on response "Madison Ross, open this door now or l'll break it down. Kel said. Still there was no response, so Kel had no choice than to break the door. Kel and Irene walked into an empty room, they checked the bathroom, the walk-in-closet, and even under the bed but they could not find Madison. While Kel was still looking around, Irene stood in front of an open window. They were on the second floor there was no way Madison could jump out right?? Irene turned around and looked at Kel, Kel who knew exactly what she was thinking replied. "No way." They both looked out the window and noticed a long rope dangling outside. "Did she really climb all the way down." Irene wondere

"Nоt hеrе, Rоѕе mу lоvе, іt wоuld be wrоng. Thіѕ рlасе seems ѕо рrіѕtіnе аnd рrіmаl. At night, іf уоu close your еуеѕ and соnсеntrаtе, уоu will sense a pure, роѕіtіvе аnd wild energy. A fоrсе іf уоu will, еmаnаtіng frоm thе grоund and соntаіnеd within the сіrсlе. Bеѕіdеѕ, we don't want tо оffеnd your ѕрrіtеѕ and ріxіеѕ." "Or your rabbit." Rоѕе оffеrеd kіѕѕіng my mouth аnd ѕmіlіng. "Dоn't believe me then, уоu іmреrtіnеnt v ixen. I wаnt you naked, ѕtrір." Aftеr Rоѕе ѕtrірреd, I рut hеr rеd ѕіlk ѕсаrf bасk оn her аgаіn as a blіndfоld.

“Oh, that sounds nice. Why don’t you ask in the kitchen? We can drink hot chocolate in my room.” *** The greenhouse of the White Rose Palace was, as expected, also a magnificent sight. She’d been walking around for a while and did not seem to find the end of it, the place resembled more a miniature version of a forest. Elena halted when she saw a small blackwood sculpture with a crest of the family at the end of the corridor she was walking. As expected for an important noble family, the crest was seen everywhere it could remind people of their power. When looking at them, however, she had the impression that the intimidating dragon head did not suit them.

Azlan told him and he nodded his head and went upstairs When he opened the door of his room his mouth dried and eyes widened in shock. The room is dark but aromatic candles are lit and it's decorated with red rose petals giving it vibes of someone's wedding night. "Princess!" he called Zeenat who is not anywhere to be seen He locked the door and walked inside more to get a glimpse of his beautiful wife but she is no where near be found still "Zarry change your clothes and come out you will find me waiting for you. No more words just do as I say." He heard Zeenat's voice but could not see her

The irony hit hard. As we drove further in, we stopped in front of the second villa. I stepped out and gaped—it was the most beautiful one of all. Painted soft white and pastel pink, with tall glass windows gleaming under the afternoon sun. Inside, the living room took my breath away. Gold and blush accents framed the walls, and the air smelled faintly of vanilla—my favorite scent. What a coincidence, I thought. A woman, probably In her early fifties, appeared from what looked like the kitchen. She smiled gently and spoke quietly with the assistant. I barely listened, too overwhelmed to focus on their conversation.

It would be found in secrets. Gathering her composure like a shield, Vivian left the library. The corridors seemed emptier now, the castle settling into the quieter rhythms of late afternoon. Servants were lighting sconces, their flames casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. She walked purposefully, head held high, projecting the haughty confidence expected of Lady Vivian Ashworth. Inside, her mind raced. *East Gallery.* She pictured the castle layout from her explorations and Elara’s nervous tour. The East Gallery was long, relatively narrow, lined with portraits of stern ancestors and landscapes depicting Blackwood victories. It was rarely used as a thoroughfare, especially at dusk, m

Elena POV Soon the palace comes into view, it is the most, beautiful thing I have ever set my eyes on, an old vintage castle, with roses that span the walls of the castle so beautiful that we could see it at night time, although the bright lights settled strategically around the building makes it prettier than something off a photograph.

She really had to press her legs together from the things she was already imagining. Luckily there were no people around to catch sight of what just happened. Dinner tonight! And a chance to tell him what she wanted to. *** Rosa stepped out of the cab, her jaw practically hitting the pavement. Nate’s house was... well, calling it a house was insulting. It was a mansion—no, a palace. The building stood tall and proud, with clean, modern lines, glass walls that glimmered like diamonds under the streetlights, and a front yard so perfectly landscaped it looked like it belonged in a magazine. She could see the faint glow of a pool somewhere at the side and what looked like a patio large enough to