Royalty Roses Novels & Stories

Alexander: You're a beautiful flower that I'm starting to really like. I squealed silently...if that's even possible...in excitement, a goofy grin overtaking my features. This was definitely a scene straight out of one of my romance novels. Rosette: So in this category, what do I call you? Best to play it safe for now. Alexander: Choose Rosette: What if I don't want to? Alexander: You have to, so please do. Rosette: Fine Rosette: Alexander No reply, I waited for what seemed like minutes but was actually just seconds.

‘Chex, aren’t those territories where only phase one and two can enter’ Nara asked staring at ivory ‘Yeah, that’s where the ice lotus grows; it grows in a cave guarded by white leopards’ ivory stated glancing at everyone. ‘White leopards can be pretty dangerous’ indigo commented ‘it will not be easy to get the ice lotus so how much do each of us get’. ‘Fifty merit points’ ivory proposed. ‘It’s too little’ Nara said looking at her nails. ‘anything you find will be yours well except the ice lotus, the area is filled with animals which cost a lot so even if we do not get the ice lotus we’ll still earn a lot of merit point’ ivory replied smiling.

“Miss Isabella, this rose is indeed a Juliet Rose. It comes with a certification from a professional appraisal organization. Here’s the small pure gold card attached.” The security guard approached and pointed to the pure gold pendant beneath the rose. “Austin Rose Garden’s product.” At these words, the entire crowd fell silent. The Juliet Rose from Austin Rose Garden was renowned for its classic elegance and rare availability, being a variety produced only once every fifty years. Its high price and scarcity made it a coveted item among flower enthusiasts, often used by royalty and aristocrats to signify their noble status. With the authoritative certification from Austin Rose Garden, no one

She was invigorated and inspired by the sight of Jameson's rose garden once more. "The Damask Rose, also known scientifically as Rosa Damascena, symbolizes the iconic legend of Aphrodite and Adonis in Greek mythology. It is the symbol of love and beauty, the epitome of romance." Her eyes shimmered excitedly as she rattled off her extensive knowledge of roses. "The Damask rose essential oil is very valuable. It is effective for physical and spiritual uses. Importing Damask roses is costly, but we rarely come across domestic plantations that produce the rose.

However, I'm pretty sure that's not what these flowers are for. Dassar notices my interest and reaches out, picking up a crimson flower near my leg. She plucks off the numerous petals and puts them in her mouth, chewing slowly. — They are to ignite the pleasure of females. Our Prince is very demanding — she says. —Here, try it. I receive a petal and observe it carefully. I don’t know if I want to “ignite” my pleasure. I'm a virgin. What good would that do me here? However, as always, curiosity gets the better of me and I stick the petal in my mouth.

Just once she wanted to be loved by someone without her pleading them to , she too wanted to experience the sweet feeling of being loved and pampered away from the eyes of contempt and disgust at being born as a freak , was it too much to ask ? Sounds of footsteps came and Rosalie hurriedly wiped her tears away , her ears perking at the sound of someone turning the doorknob , she waited for the familiar scent of her mate to release her out of her insecurities and struggles but contrary to it - a highly posh and charming scent of chance eau tendre wafted over to her followed by a woman in jimmy Choo Love hundred glittered tulle and canvas pumps with denim jeans and white shirt . Her blonde ha

"That's disgusting. Is that what this king is going to think? That I'm your pet?" "Yes, we have a collar packed for you upstairs—" "I am not wearing such a thing!" "You will wear what we tell you, Rosalyn. This is your life on the line and we are trying to do everything we can to keep you safe! Do you understand?" Paul snaps and I'm in shock because he's never shouted at me like this before. "Y-yes." I can feel tears pricking my eyes but I refuse to let them fall.

Everyone glared at Alex accusingly to which he had no clue of it. "Thanks," Rose mumbled with a shy smile after getting those flowers. No wonder Sandy knew what all could impress her. She loves flowers like anything and their fragrance is something she could never get tired of. "That is surely an insult. How can you not even give your wife a flower till now?" Edward asked and Alex sighed tiredly. He is in no mood to play in this at all. Moreover, why does Sandy have to do these things? "Mam, parcel" Another guy came inside with a box with Alex's brand card in it. Edward gasped at Alex while Rose got the exclusive set from the guy with the same blushing smile.

she scolded. “I am not a kid!” I pointed out not liking that she is scolding me even in my twenty fifth year. “Yes! Which means you need to be careful before doing anything. We are the Royals so need to act like them.” she mumbled frowning at me. “Your both grandparents were the Royals, Mom. We are just normal people.” I commented, staring at her. “Is it so? Then why do you always say ‘I am the Prince of Ivaan’ to everyone for doing some normal corporate businesses?” she questioned with a raised eyebrow.

She loved what they did to the robe she wore on the outside. The royal embroidery department in charge of making the clothes had put a lot of effort to embroider her favorite peony flowers on it. The flowers just kept on going as if it was a blooming garden. The white robe was tied with a golden clamp in the front and still shows the red gown that she wore inside. She chose the two colors; others would choose their own as long it was traditional in the end. The maids put on a flower headdress on her head to compensate for the crown she would wear later. Her head was already heavy with the hairstyle that they had made on her. At least the shoes were not that high or else she was going to fain