Roses Without Thorns Novels & Stories

The thorns do prick one’s heart. A hint of red, as dark and thick as dried blood If not death, then life? Its stems glisten bright green in its lush waters Now purple blooming in its core Each water drop flow down its sides Trimmed, held majestic The Black Rose

I just wasn’t the nicest good guy around… “Rose,” she replied with trembling lips. Name fit her! She was beautiful. Like a rose. But like all roses, they all have thorns! And I had a feeling that if I got close to this one, I was going to bleed! I just didn’t know how right I was at the time…

Would you like to draw a picture for me ? The existence of An, the garden. Looking at all the plants here, and I approached a bunch of thorny roses. The rose plant thrives in lush and colorful flowers. I see this rose with thorns, this is an ordinary rose. It is red, but there are roses that are as red as blood. All the plants that I see here, have their own uniqueness. I stare at the rose in red, I stare at it and stare at it until it doesn't blink.

“The thorns are sharp. Just stay here and wait for me.” I gave a small nod and remained where I was, watching as he stepped into the field. The tall grass and thick rose bushes brushed against his legs as he moved forward. With the wind picking up, I found myself stealing the moment to quietly observe him. I watched as he carefully snapped the stems of the roses one by one, mindful of the thorns, even as the gusts of wind whipped around us. Petals were torn loose and lifted into the air, twirling and fluttering like white snowflakes as they danced with the leaves.

He doesn't care all he wants to know is what happened to her, that hidden pain she hid in her eyes he would love for her to open up to him. He arrived on the stable ground with a rose in his hand as he approached her, Aurora is more like the rose in his hands. It's a deceptively soft and beautiful plant that sported sharp thorns along its stem. Not just any thorn, but sharp thorns that pierces, but still those thorns did not make her any less appealing to him. For reasons he couldn’t comprehend, they only made him want to delve deeper, to peel back her layers and see what he might uncover.

Roman continues to chatter about everything and nothing, I wish he would shut up and let me think. He takes my right hand, that's when I notice a single black rose. Wait, why didn’t I notice that before. That's when I feel it, a thorn from the rose pricks my palm and I suddenly come over all hot. I try to pull away but Roman holds on, he continues to act like he has no idea there is blood running down my wrist.

Nixon just gazed through Victoria without even a tiny regret in his eyes and then left. I threw the book after reading the last chapter out of frustration. Argh! I heard that this story ‘Roses & Thorns’ was good, so I read it, but I’m not convinced. What’s good with the main leads having happily ever after, while the antagonist died? I can’t accept what happened to the antagonist. She doesn’t deserve it. Ugh! It boils my blood.

Something I only heard as a legend and never seen in actuality until it began showing itself to me—translucent rose thorns swirling protectively around Roxanne’s sleeping body. “How come she had those rose thorns?"I curiously wondered as the translucent rose thorns began spreading out around the office as if they were searching for something until they halted in front of me. I faintly touched it, making Roxanne jolt up, and the rose thorns immediately vanished like they hadn’t appeared. “She’s really something. Intriguing.” I smirked as I realized that I didn’t have an unusual Luna but also an intriguing one.

Allison was unable to deny the fact that it hurt her feelings to hear someone else speak in such a way about the person who she loved. But the way Elora was looking at those flowers, she could not say that she looked pleased. "Do you know why roses have thorns?" Elora asked her. She glanced at the roses and asked, "Why?" "Thorns are there to protect the flower so that no one can harm it. But people do what they desire. They cut off the thorns first and lastly rip the roses from the tree. Because without thorns, they are vulnerable and easy to catch." Allison was blown away by her point of view. She was certain that Elora was an extraordinary woman without a shadow of a doubt.

*** "Sebastian? Sebastian! Sebastian where are you?" Gosh, where could he be? Zeke took the stairs to the back and proceeded to the green house. "Sebastian!" He called as he entered. He heard some rustling ahead by the rose plantation so he approached. He sighed he relief when he saw Sebastian sitting on a bench by the rose flowers. "Here you are." Sebastian didn't raise his head to him. Zeke joined him on the bench. Non of them said anything for the first two minutes until Zeke broke the awkward silence.