Speckled Roses Novels & Stories

Next to it are two smaller bushes that look like they’re just rooted enough to bloom. One has blooms with deep red petals that verge on a plum. They’re larger than the Earl Gray roses, but it’s difficult to look away from how unusual they are. The other is a white with a hint of blush coloring in the center. Those roses are smaller, with ruffled edges. I look at the plaque on the ground in front of them. ‘Their parents, Bronx and Iokaste Mason dedicate these rose bushes to Maya and Andreas.’ “Oh, Bronx! You had rose bushes dedicated to the kids?” I feel tears prick the corners of my eyes.

Sean said before he made a rose appear seemingly from thin air, “A beautiful rose for the even more beautiful Claudia.” At those words Claudia’s expression darkened and she stood up causing her black gown to swirl around her matching the stormy look in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” he said while wondering why Claudia wasn’t teasing him about being corny like she normally would. At that Claudia looked at him and took the rose from his hand but said as she pricked her finger with a thorn, “Yes, a rose is beautiful, but it is dangerous due to its thorns. Like the rose, I may be beautiful, but I am a predator of the night. A monster wrapped in a pretty skin.” As she finish

There would be no fun in going to the town by car. When the pair arrived in the town, Amy was in awe as she glanced around the place they had visited yesterday. Unlike yesterday the town was decorated for the festival. There were pink umbrellas floating in the sky, the town was swarmed with people and the aromatic smell of the town was divine. There were all types of roses. It was an exhibition of roses everywhere. As they strolled, moving from one exhibition table to another, Elise pointed at every rose and mentioned its name. There were alba, floribunda, miniature roses and a lot more. "How do you know the names of all of them?"

There were red, crimson, pink, white and orange. While looking around, Kylie briefly explained the flowers Celine pointed out. "The most fragrant rose is this one, the Princess Rose," she said, touching a dark red rose. "Hey, there are names, anyway?" Celine asked, surprised. "There are many, this white one is called Great White Rose, and the pink one is called Pertiwi Rose." "The red one is also a different name?" Celine approached a pot whose roses were about to bloom. She had never seen orange-coloured ones like that before. She thought it wasn't even a rose.

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'.

And then walked towards that place. I found this place when I first moved here. It always calmed me down. I had a tiring and exhausting day that day. I just needed some peace and quiet, alone time. I kept on walking, didn't know where but then I found this place. It has been there for me since then. The stairs led up to a beautiful place over there having wild roses grown on it. And the interesting part was these roses were almost all red in colour. As wild roses mostly are pink coloured but here mostly were red in colour with a few whites among them.

" There were plenty of flower shops along the way, but none of them satisfied Willow. Eventually, she picked a store that looked clean and pretty and had beautifully wrapped flowers. Willow stepped inside. The shop owner greeted her with a smile. "What kind of flowers do you want to buy, kid?" "Roses!" Willow declared boldly. She heard that roses symbolized love. If she gave roses to her parents, they would surely understand just how much she loved them. The shop owner led her to the roses. "You can choose the roses, kid." "Thank you." Willow watched carefully from the side. There were different colors of roses—white ones, red ones, and even roses that gradually transitioned from white to bl

"The garden is beautiful. That time of year is finally here. In the middle of the walkway are these rose bushes. When Salvetti's mother tried to revive the bushes, she almost tore the flesh from her hands." Lanaya's eyes widened as the rose bushes he was referring to came into sharp focus in her mind. She could observe the garden's vibrant foliage and a wide variety of flowers via the glass. The roses were a sight to behold in the deeper parts of the garden; some were pink, others red, but the boldest was a delicate blue and dark purple.

Tiny edible pearls were meticulously placed at the center of each bloom, adding a touch of whimsy and refinement. Ascending to the second tier, a cascade of sugarcrafted roses in various shades of pink, crimson, and ivory graced the surface, their petals appearing almost lifelike in their beauty. Glistening sugar dew adorned the edges of the petals, giving the illusion of morning dew clinging to nature's delicate creation.

Behind us, a lush forest of vibrant green stretched endlessly, framing the scenery like a dream. Nestled within the trees was a vintage estate, its architecture timeless and elegant. Ordinarily, such an isolated house might have exuded an eerie vibe, but this one didn’t. Instead, it brimmed with life, its stone walls draped in blooming roses—lush, extravagant, and impossibly beautiful. Clusters of red, blush pink, soft yellow, and creamy white roses climbed in vibrant waves, creating what seemed like an ocean of blossoms. I gasped, excitement bubbling up as I recognized each bloom.