Rotten Roses Novels & Stories

Her entire attention had been on his face, but now that the bouquet felt solid in her arms, she lowered her gaze to look at the flowers properly— And her expression instantly changed. The soft blush-pink roses were gorgeous, their petals fading from the center outward in the most exquisite gradient. But the problem wasn’t the roses themselves—It was their name. Juliet roses.

As soon as I stepped into the foyer, my eyes landed on Rachel. She hurriedly thrust a bouquet into my hands. When I glanced down at it, I saw that it was a bunch of white roses. However, they were marred by fresh blood, the crimson droplets still dripping onto the floor from the petals. My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at the gruesome sight before me. The metallic scent of blood filled the air, mingling with the sweet fragrance of the roses in a sickening juxtaposition. I recoiled instinctively, my fingers trembling as I clutched the tainted bouquet, my mind reeling with horror at the implications of what I held in my hands.

Like a wicked vixen whispering malicious chants to his soul, her smile glistened as her lips gave into a chuckle. “I think you may have secured my pity fuck…such a great wingman.” His hand itched to clench her throat the more she spewed her venomous words, but there would be a ball soon, and he would bruise her. There was no way he would touch her without bruising her. "What the fuck are you playing at, Ruby?" "Get rid of the roses for as long as I am here." "What?" "The roses, I want them gone." "Are you out of your mind?"

Her peaceful bubble of life, pinned down and leaking with every new minute she spent in her old house. All of it stemmed from that single face that hovered at the edges of her nerves like a plague. Her hand that moves to adjust her pillow touches a sleek texture and the young girl pauses. The resin rose is staring up at her like it always did when she lays her gaze on it. Faintly, she remembers clutching at it before she went to sleep, but it only adds more irritation to Alina's already crumbling mood. Without a word, she sets it down with a clank, and then heads out the room with a tug of a new bubble gum pink shirt.

Is it a coincident? ''With their warm, vibrant tones, orange roses symbolise enthusiasm and desire. If someone is looking for a way to express admiration and attraction—with an underlying message of passion and excitement, they'll send you a bouquet filled with these fiery blooms.'' She breathes out, smiling as she eyes each of the orange roses, ''I haven't seen him for quite some time, I'm not so sure if his interest has changed.'' ''I'm pretty sure they remain the same,'' I reply. She turns to me, ''It's beautiful how your name is Rose. Have you met my son, Elia?''

He left the store with a large bouquet of red Rose's. It was twenty dollars but he believed that it was worth the money and the trouble. He picked them put carefully and made sure that none of them had begun to wilt. He let the florist put a large red bow on them and he left the store with his briefcase in one hand a large bouquet in the other. Seven made his way home, the breeze nipped at his ears and It was a little chilli but, he could handle the temperature. He hurried home and opened the door with his key.

"A bеаutіful Kеllу Grееn, I knоw hоw much you love thаt соlоr." But that is nоt thе wоrѕt раrt, Adаm. Rose hаd аnоthеr ѕmаll расkаgе fоr mе, a bag of rооt bееr barrel саndу." "Rоѕе loves rооt bееr Clаrеttе." "Whу wаѕ thаt bаd?"

If she could just use her last remaining bit of strength to get there. Something hit Roxanne on the head again and the sound of laughter was the only thing she heard before the world blacked out. Roxanne dreamed. She was on the beach now. The sun is shining warm on her face and casting its golden rays on her skin. The sea was laden with roses, each and every one of them beautiful and afloat on the water, each and every one of them bearing the same color as her hair. Roxanne could tell they weren't the normal red of roses, they looked like someone had taken that red and set it ablaze, like a fire burned at the very edge of the petals.

I noticed how he’s looking like he’s deep in thoughts. Smiling bitterly, it must be also hard for him. “Yes.” My eyebrows raise when I suddenly hear him answer. I looked at him and saw a sad smile on his face. His eyes are full of regret and longing as well as guilt. “But that won’t happen again anyways. It’s not like I can turn back time. Those two roses are gone… they were the ones that were keeping this garden alive anyways.” Two roses… I remembered that Diana and their mother grew roses inside this greenhouse. Diana grew roses that were red as blood, while their mother grew roses in different shades. But she said that it was the pink rose, that was her mother’s favorite.

His patched clothes were faded and full of dirt marks. He dusted off his hands and gave me a brilliant smile. “They’re afraid of roses,” he said proudly. “Really?” I was astonished, unable to believe him. “You’ve already seen it with your naked eyes. These shrub roses are poison to them,” he told me. “How come? So we can just get rid of witches by using roses?” I requested more details. I was dumbfounded at the fact that we could just scare away those creatures with mere roses. “These kinds of roses are not like the ordinary. My mother picked them up from a burning bush near the forbidden river and told me to plant it around our cave,” he explained.