Roses Riddle Novels & Stories

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.

He grabbed her and asked, "Why are you running away?" "I'm going to work." She patted his hand and looked around the office. She found that many colleagues were standing by. Some of them even took out their mobile phones to record and didn't intend to stop at all. "Don't worry!" He said with a smile. His blue and beautiful eyes were full of craftiness. He took out a bunch of roses from his back like magic. There should be nine roses in the bunch, all of which were extremely rare black roses. They were blooming, beautiful and charming. Their petals were like black velvet, with crystal dew on them. The fragrance of the flowers was overwhelming.

“I know but there are some lies that are necessary, especially when you promise someone else to maintain them.” “What lies?” This time Paul heard the anger in my voice. “Rose, the man that attacked you, what do you remember about him?” Paul pressed like this had everything to do with what he wanted to tell me. The memory was blurry as I tried to put the pieces together. “I don’t know… he was fast, really fucking fast. And his teeth— No, I was so frightened I imagined most of it.” “Rose,” Ivan touched my hand and my eyes flew open. I hadn’t even realised I’d closed them so tightly. “Just tell us even if it sounds crazy.”

I chuckled. My hands were pinned above my head and I felt his other hand holding my hip down. My dress was already ridden up and I was sure my nipples were peeking through my dress. Why did I take my bra off please? "Drop the attitude. Don't test me," he said again. "And if I refuse?" I raised a brow. "You won't like the consequences, Rosaline," he glared at me with his jaw clenched. Why did he have to be fine? Why can't he just be ugly?

"What are you to The Black Rose? To my brother?" He seemed caught off guard by my answer, yet at the same time, he looked pleased, his charismatic eyes holding a more curious glint as he leaned in closer, his scent drifting into my nostrils. Tobacco, lavender. The strangest yet, weirdly, enthralling combination. "You're nothing like he said you were," he laughed. "Elijah said you were soft, quiet." My breath caught in my throat. "He told you about me?"

Her voice was too smooth. I looked at the chest. “What’s inside?” I asked. “A charm for protection, Princess.” She answered. I felt Roses stir at my hip, wrapped against me in her sling. Her tiny fists clenched as if she knew something I didn’t. A faint glow around my neck gave a faint pulse, like a heartbeat answering hers. I was told it was a pearl and it could pulse anywhere in my body. Mara stepped forward. Too close. And then, Roses cried. Not a soft whimper but a shrill, panicked scream. The pearl flared, white-hot light spilling from it, so bright Mara hissed and dropped the chest.

Stepping her foot inside the garden, she smiled as she smelled a soothing whiff of roses. "Roses, red roses, you tell me, am I cruel for playing this game of hide and seek when I have multiple mates that I need to get accustomed to? Is it wrong that I like amber-eyes but my eyes are searching for a particular turquoise one?" She rhymed, sighing loudly.

***** Roen's Palace: Queen Rosa stood up from the ground and went over to her flowers, picking a blue rose. She held it in the air and started whispering some strange words and the rose left her hands and started floating in the air, spinning around in the air. The rose petals started removing by itself and began forming circle. It started growing bigger and bigger until it was like the size of a portal.

“Your house and mine are in different places. Stop getting me involved. “What are you trying to achieve by giving me flowers?” River grinned. “Nothing. Well, it does mean something. The answer is whatever you’re thinking of right now.” Rosalie was exasperated. “I’m getting dizzy from your words. “I don’t care what you’re trying to do. I can’t accept your flowers. “I’m afraid of jumping into your deadly trap if I take the flowers. Even arranging blind dates for you is a consequence of my falling for your trick.”

Rotating the necklace she found words engraved on it. 'Roses are beautiful. The spirit of the Roseate will always guide you on the 10th." Beneath the quote was her name. Iris. What the heck is Roseate? This revelation shocked Iris. Is this the time her memories will come back? The number 10 seems to be a clue but she does not know what it is. Giving her a new hope Medicia was right her memories will be coming back. She must keep the necklace hidden for now or else someone might take it away. It was dark outside so she went out of the bed then proceeded to the library. Hoping to get some answers in one of the books.