Rotten Roses Novels & Stories

I took the first drag and blew the smoke towards her face. That seemed to do the trick, her eyes snapped open. Revealing the puffiness and redness it had hidden. "ah, I see. You want a smoke right? " I lifted the cigarette to her face. Her sullen gaze metamorphosed into a glare. I chuckled softly and took another drag of the cigarette and dispelled the smoke in her face again. Her eyelids fluttered for a few seconds, when she finally glared back at me again, there was moisture shining under her lower lids. I was sure the moisture wasn't because she was crying.

Blood roses. Rafael’s hand tightened around the fragile flower, crushing it slowly between his fingers. A symbol. A secret. Not grief. Not loss. Love. Defiance. War. His lips curled into a dangerous smile. "So," he said softly, almost lovingly. "The game has only just begun." He tossed the crushed rose onto the floor, grinding it under his boot. "Bring me Matteo," Rafael ordered, his voice sharp as a whip. "And this time... bring the girl too."

The garden was like a maze, meandered with all sorts of twists and turns. After walking for more than ten minutes, everything suddenly opened up before them. "Wow, look at that! A wall full of roses! Isn't it beautiful?" Laura exclaimed as she excitedly pointed at the roses blooming all over the wall ahead. Margot thought it was very beautiful as well. Those appeared to be Cerulia roses rather than the typical roses. The roses were a vibrant red, each one blooming with such intensity that it was difficult to refrain from reaching out and touching them.

My body reacted before my mind could catch up, every instinct screaming that this was not a place meant for warmth or comfort. There was something rotten here. Something deeply, irrevocably wrong that made me understand why Roman treated this place the way he did. I don’t know how to explain it. There's just something wrong here. Something very wrong. You can just… feel it in the air. I hugged my arms around myself and forced my breathing to slow as I took in the grounds properly. The first thing that caught my attention was the rose garden. God. It was breathtaking. Row after row of massive rose bushes bloomed in perfect symmetry, their petals a deep, violent red that almost looked black un

He stayed in the car and waited. Holding a bouquet of white roses, Daisy slowly walked through rows of gravestones until she stopped in front of the one tucked away in the farthest corner. The stone bore only Dario's name and the years of his birth and death. In the photograph, he had on a black suit. His distinct features were exactly the same as the first time Daisy had met him. She placed the white roses in front of the gravestone and stood there silently for a long time. Finally, she said softly, "When I said I wouldn't forgive you, I meant it. But I don't hate you anymore either. Rest in peace."

A drop of tear landed on the back of my hand. I ignored it and made a rose appear out of thin air just like a magician. "When we first started dating, you were nothing but a bouncer. The owner's enemies came looking for trouble. On Valentin's Day, you were severely injured and covered in blood. I was worried sick. I cried helplessly as I looked at your wounds. But what did you do? You pulled out a rose that you had been hiding, and it was covered in blood." Thomas chuckled as he took the rose from me.

Marco drove into the gates of La Rosa Nera. The club's neon lights cast an eerie shadow over everything they touched. The club's pathway was a spectacle to behold. An archway adorned with beautiful black roses that resonated with the name of the club, La Rosa Nera (The Black Rose). The petals of these gorgeous flowers glittered and danced under the night sky. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and a fading sensation of danger that lingered.

Raven slowed as they passed beneath the first arch. The roses were wrong. Not dead. Not dying. But… drained. The deep crimson petals had faded toward pale, as though something had leeched the color from them without touching their form. Victoria reached out, brushing one lightly. It crumbled at her touch—not into dust, but into something softer. Ash-like. Hollow. Her expression darkened. “That’s not natural decay.” “No,” Raven said quietly. “It’s not decay at all.” She stepped further in. The air grew thinner.

Since then, Theo and I have had numerous arguments. There was a time I wandered into the garden and was captivated by the roses, heavy with blooms. Red roses are my weakness, and they were so vibrant and full that I couldn't resist picking a few. It was too late when the gardener stopped me, warning that I'd be in trouble because those roses were off-limits. He told me they had belonged to Theo’s late mother, planted in her memory, and he had forbidden anyone from picking them.

“Do you like it?” Henry asked Roxanne in a deep husky voice. When Roxanne stepped out of the mall, she gasped at what was in front of her. Henry was perched on the red dazzling Ferrari. It was filled with beautiful, deeply cupped double blossoms which had a vibrant ombre pink to apricot colour. These unique roses stood out and made the car look all the more beautiful. In addition, they emitted an intense sweet fragrance that surrounded the place.