Royalty Roses Novels & Stories

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."

Roses shifted, and I hugged her closer, like a shield. “I don’t know what you want from me,” I said again, but my voice cracked. The King’s hand twitched, reaching. Not for me. For Roses. I stepped back fast. “No! Don’t touch her.” “She is blessed,” he whispered. “The pearl shines in her. The Moon Goddess favors her.” My face dropped and my blood turned to ice. “You know about it?” I asked, shocked. The Queen nodded. “We all feel it. That child carries more than blood. She carries the moon’s gift.”

Her green gown, a shade that mirrored Prince Ron's eyes in her mind, accentuated her beauty, making her a vision of elegance. Princess Rose, on the other hand, was a burst of vibrant colour amidst the more subdued tones of the others. Her thick, red curls cascaded down her shoulders, a striking contrast against her light pink gown. The softness of the pink fabric highlighted the youthful exuberance in her eyes, making her an enchanting sight to behold. As the crowd murmured in admiration, their voices filled with awe at the beauty of the two princesses.

All the goods were dazzling and luxurious. The most eye-catching piece of decoration was the sea of roses. The whole wedding venue was awash in pink roses. They were so warm and romantic that it was intoxicating. In order to set up these roses, Jenna had spent a handsome fee to hire the most famous team, Rosebest, for an elaborate design.

Such a small act had my body feeling strange. He kneeled and looked up at me. “Please don’t. I’ve never..” I started to rant. “Shh, relax I’m your mate.” He replied. “Roses,”He muttered. Roses? My mate? My dad said you can’t find your mate until you're sixteen so how could he know that? And oh my..my eyes roll back In my Head with every swipe of his tongue a moan left my lips and as my legs begin to tremble, he stops.

* I came out of my memory with a tear rolling down my cheek, I quickly wiped it away. I was sitting in my desk chair because of course I'm at the club. I looked at my phone one more time, looking at my little roses profile. I made a promise to her right then and now, I will protect you this I can promise. Knowing how close she is to my club which has cameras all over it, I watched them very closely to make sure she was not harmed by the man that killed my dad.

If she didn't know, then it wouldn't be true. Except she was already at the book. “The Law of Princely Marriage: The royal heir, be it male or female must wed of noble blood. No other suitors may be entertained.” “No,” she gasped, but the words stayed the same. Frantic, she pulled her phone out of her clutch and googled the law. It was a real law. There were no repeals. All Orsino marriages were of noble heritage. The latest one listed was between King Carlo and Lady Magdalena Dunhill.

"She deserved it! She was so terrified with the rabid dogs barking all around her, even sending a voice message where she was crying so pathetically!" Hearing that, my departed soul turned away, smiling miserably. He was the one who had said he loved me, promising to protect me for the rest of my life and vowing that no one would get to lay a finger on me. He had smiled at me so lovingly when he passed me the black rose seeds. "It is believed that black roses embody a deep and timeless love, just like the love I share with you." Yet, he had a change of heart and loved Lara instead, believing her one-sided claims that I had led a workplace ostracising campaign against her.

A man whose purpose is to live his life satisfying the woman he loves. Rosealba’s heart flipped. This was more than just a surprise. This was intense, it clouded her in ways she barely had words to express. Any man could surprise her. Not like anyone ever did. Any man could take her into a room filled with petals, but no man could learn her favorite flowers and walk her into a room filled with them. No man could be so attached to have learned in 4 months that she loved Roses because they were the ultimate symbol of the love that she lacked—White Lilies, because they were the reflection of her, pure and devoted. Orchids—because they were exotic and sensual, with a touch of luxury—all that her

I breathed. "A sign of hope," Sebastian murmured, stepping closer to examine the rare bloom. "Moon Roses only appear at moments of cosmic significance. They haven't been seen since the fall of the Royal kingdoms." The silvery-blue flower continued to grow before our eyes, unfurling delicate petals that seemed to capture and reflect the light in an almost impossible way. As it reached full bloom, a subtle fragrance filled the room, clean and pure, like the first breath of air after a cleansing rain.