Roses Palace Novels & Stories

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

Three years after the fall of the Crown of Bones The royal palace stood bathed in the golden light of a perfect spring afternoon. The gardens were in full bloom, night-blooming jasmine and silverpine roses filling the air with sweet fragrance. Lanterns were already being lit along the paths in preparation for the evening’s celebration — the third anniversary of the public recognition of the bond.

The journey from the palace gate to the main door of the Black Prince's palace took five hourglass turns, this was due to the vastness of the palace grounds. Dark and cold, those were the words that came to Amanda's mind when she saw the magnificent palace which was decorated with black marble stones that blended perfectly with the gold color which added a luxurious impression. Dark colors also adorned the palace grounds which were overgrown with black roses, black orchids, and various other kinds of plants whose names Amanda did not know, and all of them somehow matched the dark color.

said Rose. “I know! Why is this wedding that was fixed on a whim so grand?” asked Seth. “I… I don’t know!” replied Rose, stunned. Red was her favourite colour. Her father had made sure that she always had rose plants in the garden. They both loved tending to roses together. When Lucas fell ill, Ursa and Vanessa made sure they uprooted every rose plant. Vanessa hated roses because they made her jealous. Rose was the Woolridge princess, and she was not. So, why was the whole hall decorated with every variety of rose there was?

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.

Roxanne chuckled when she understood the pun. Finally, the car drove past huge gates, into what Roxanne could describe as "A greenhouse among gardens." The building in front of them stood high, but the roof was nothing but glass. Around the palace building, different specie and colors of flowers were planted; from roses, to lilies, to alamandas, to the famous pride of Barbados. They alighted from the car, and Roxanne continued to admire everything within the palace walls. This place was breathtakingly beautiful with the water fountains with water that appeared to sparkle, laughing children running about and maidens dressed in bright and beautiful colours. There was something magical about th

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?

the noble hissed, and the two of them went ahead. I followed them, smiling, Rene at my side, a crowd of courtiers behind me. I was pleased. I had to make the entire court so afraid of me that they would already be scared when they learned about my demonic nature. So scared they’d pee their pants. That would decrease the number of assassination at attempts—and really, they would never love me anyway. Let them fear me, at least. I didn’t want to have to kill too many of them. The Rose Pavilion was quite pretty. The building was not very high, but wide and solid-looking. Vines of briar roses covered its walls from floor to roof, their fragrance so sweet I wanted to cut a piece of the air and ta

★★★ FERAL FURY PACK ★★★ Luna Lovett was bustling about the palace, overseeing the final preparations for Vladimir's wedding. The grandeur of the palace was breathtaking, adorned in the finest decorations. Lush garlands of white roses and lilies draped over the archways, their fragrant blooms filling the air with a heady scent. Crystal chandeliers glittered like stars above, casting a warm, ethereal glow over the scene. Elegant silk drapes in shades of ivory and gold hung from the walls, adding to the opulent atmosphere.

She jerked awake before dawn, gasping. Tomorrow was gala day. *** By six p.m. the mansion pulsed with silk gowns and whispered conspiracies. Crystal chandeliers turned champagne into molten gold. Inés floated among guests, tray balanced, smile welded in place. Alonso worked the room like a favorite son. Alejandro lingered at the edges, predator-still. Thiago? Absent so far. Halfway through the event, Alejandro’s gaze snagged hers across the ballroom. Steel met flint. He inclined his head toward a side corridor, summoning.