Speckled Roses Novels & Stories

"I know everyone here, we all go way back except for some who come and leave occasionally. Your name?" "Rose," I said taking a step back wanting to leave. He didn't creep me out, He was okay. I just never became good at talking to strangers or new people. It made me nervous. The people I talk to, I had seen multiple times. Worked with them. But people who randomly came in , I never really got the nerves to talk to them in a better way.

She had such a good heart. Then she said conversationally, “You know there’s no such thing as black with blue-tipped roses, right?” My mouth sagged open, before I blinked and shook my head, unable to believe what I’d just heard. “Say what again?” “Roses only come in shades of white, red, yellow and purples or variations and mixes between those. Anything else is artificially created.” Still slowly shaking my head back and forth in adamant denial, I said, “No…no, that can’t be right.”

he pointed out with a grin. She chuckled. "Yes, but you've never seen Persian roses. We have pink roses with crimson edges and ones as yellow as midday sunlight, even orange roses that have coral at the tips of their petals." As she spoke, her eyes were distant, and she gave a wistful smile.

I saw a deep red rose under my hand. A Cadenza rose? But where did it come from? I picked it up and held it close to my nose and sniffed the fragrant flower. “Mm!” I sat up and looked around me. The entire bed was covered with a couple hundred roses in many varieties. I felt my jaw drop in total surprise. Several I recognized immediately by their coloring and pattern like the Chestnut Rose, Enchantress and especially the Setina which was one of my favorites. I picked up several more and made a small bouquet, pressing their soft petals to my face, inhaling their sweet aroma. My favorite scent!

String lights cascaded above them, adding to the enchantment. Her gaze drifted downward, and her breath caught. The ground was a carpet of roses—red, white, and pink—arranged in a heart-shaped pattern so intricate it seemed almost unreal. Among the petals, candles flickered softly, their golden glow illuminating the arrangement with an ethereal warmth.

she asked unhurriedly. Hearing that, Anathea simply curved her lips. "There were never any pink roses. They were all the white ones from before." "What?" A flash of surprise crossed Giselle's eyes. Evangeline was stunned for a few seconds as well. But upon observing how the rose stems had turned from green to red, realization dawned on her. "You used the color absorption technique?"

He had only watched her from behind earlier, so he didn’t realize she was cutting the British Roses. “They smell really nice too. I didn’t know roses could have such a lovely fragrance.” He grew even more panicked when he saw the basket. Not only British Roses, but also Julia Roses, Grasshopper Roses, Madame Caroline Testout, Bourbon Roses, and even Blue Roses. All of those were Mawar’s treasured collection—rare types with very high value. “Aren’t they all super pretty?” Elizabeth smiled while sniffing the rose gently. Doctor John nodded with a stiff smile. Whatever trouble she might get into, he had already decided he would protect her.

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.

“Brother Turner, you came at the right time. The rainbow roses are blooming. Look at how beautiful it is!” Yosef looked in the direction she pointed and saw two flowers blooming on a rose bush. The colors of the flowers were very rare. They consisted of seven colors—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. They were known as rainbow roses, also seven-color roses and happiness roses. Their flower language was romance, dreams, happiness, beauty, and nobility. In addition to their vibrant colors, they also exuded a sense of sweetness. They were very rare, and it was Yosef who asked the gardener to carefully cultivate them. He wanted to give them to Yvonne as an expression of his af

Roxanne amusingly grinned as she felt the difference between the roses and the other roses everyone knew about. “Why?” Sonia wondered. “These roses belonged to the Escoffier. It was a medicine and a protection, but it could be a poison if misused or mistreated.” Roxanne answered as she gently touched the rose, which almost made some servants stop her, but realizing it was my wife, they respectfully bowed—they knew Roxanne’s connection to them. “I see. Shall we add a stone tablet explaining the unique features of the roses here?” I suggested, catching their attention, and I shrugged my shoulders.