Royalty Roses Novels & Stories

Ten years ago, I brought my distant cousin Sofia to New York after finding her cornered by her stepfather's creditors in an old Sicilian port. I taught her English, etiquette, and the laws of our world. I even introduced her to my fiancé, Alessandro Moretti. On the eve of our wedding, I found a secure family thread on my brother's computer—a thread that excluded me. My mother had written, "Sofia is pregnant. Are you really going through with tomorrow's wedding?" Alessandro replied, "The legal marriage is hers. The ceremony and the Moretti name will be Isabella's." That was when I learned they’d already gotten legally married. Our wedding was meant to seal a truce between two Mafia families a

A gift that symbolizes the commitment we have to each other. The next day, I was invited to meet the prince in a secret garden inside the palace gardens. When I arrived, I found a majestic and charming tree, surrounded by lush flowers. Giovanna: Prince Alexander, it's beautiful! But what does that mean? Prince Alexander: Giovanna, this is a tree of eternal love. Each of the flowers represents a special moment that we share together. Each sheet represents a challenge that we face and overcome. This tree symbolizes our love that continues to grow, despite adversity.

and unlocked the door. He moved her going away from him...he was looking at her without blinking and taking in her beautiful and gorgeous self.. Her white coat that is her pride and signifies her hardwork to her patients, was held in her one hand... Her purse in other hand... A stethoscope, that was, is and maybe will be her favourite jewellery that she always carried around with her, was around her neck.... She was beauty with brains in herself. A perfect combination... No wonder his mom loves her more than him and would stay unhappy everytime Kiara or anyone bought up the topic of their marriage ceremony to be held...

I didn't respond. "Perfect family, Perfect job. Perfect ways to get away with anything" I look her dead in her eyes and she glanced at me once before looking down and giving me beads and flowers to start the crowns.

I went back to my room, and just then, the doorbell rang. Mary went to answer it, and after a moment, she returned, beaming as she held a massive bouquet of roses. "Miss White, look! Someone sent you flowers!" The roses were a stunning blend of soft pink and white—Swedish Queen Roses, full and luxurious. I recognized the name because I had been seeing videos about these expensive and extravagant roses lately. Circling around the bouquet, I estimated there were at least fifty or sixty blooms. Mary grinned. "See? Mr. Wynn really cares about you. He hasn’t even arrived yet, but the roses are already here."

They have a blue centre but a purple outer shade on the petals. When Rayne saw them, she told me she had to have them because they reminded her of my flames in my horse form. The red roses she chose to signify herself as her mare is red, thus making the colour scheme a blend of the two of us. She is radiant and she is all mine. Soon she will be my queen and I vow to always be worthy of her love for as long as we both live.

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.

Those with us inside also laughed. “I’m pregnant, Helios.” "I know, baby, I know," he said and kissed my tummy. "Pink roses also serve as a token of admiration for you. Me, admiring every bit of your endless beauty." That made me blush. "They say purple roses are often associated with royalty and splendor and were often given to queens and kings. But I said these suits us... you are my queen, and I am your king. And I want you to know that you are exceptional."

"They're called Moonlit Étoile Roses," I heard him say, above my head. "They can't be found anywhere else in the world as they've been cultivated exclusively in this garden for centuries." They're used in every major royal event... the Mating Ceremony, coronations, the presentation of heirs... even in our funeral rites." I didn't respond. I couldn't. My focus was fixed. I didn't know how long I stayed like that, just staring at them. Entranced.

Sam rambled on and then drank juice to stop what non-smooth thing she might say next. " I really like the flowers. I didn't even know roses came in those kinds of colours." Katie said unable to stop smiling. " The red and white ones in the center mean unity. The dark pink ones mean gratitude. The yellow with red tips mean ' I want to get to know you". The violet ones mean Royalty and the lilac are for romance." Sam said very proud of the thought that had gone into buying the bouquet. She wasn't going to mention that some of the roses also meant 'love at first sight' and 'falling in love'.