Speckled Roses Novels & Stories

he asked. "You sure don't sound anything like your grumpy brother" I said turning around to stare at him. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Roselle"

And as Martinez stepped into the dark foyer, the heavy, suffocating scent of expensive, sweet floral perfume hit my nose, completely masking the smell of the night. Seraphina’s perfume. Martinez stopped dead in his tracks, his entire body turning into a solid block of ice beneath me as he stared into the dark, empty house.

"Don't think he's the roses type of guy. They're for you." "For me?" The overstuffed vase holds a variety of red, white, pink, and even yellow roses. If they say the color declares its intentions, this bouquet is confused and mismanaged. Yet, a pleasant sweet smell billows out from the pedals and I close my eyes, taking in the scent.

Rosen said, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. There were classic red roses and soft white ones, but nestled right in the center were clusters of rare, ink-black roses—the hardest variety to cultivate. “Isn’t that a black Rose? Thought they went extinct a long time ago?” Luken asked in surprise. “They don’t grow in normal soil, Luken,” Rosen whispered secretively, “I’m the only one who can cultivate them,” Rosen reached down, carefully clipping a pristine bundle of the deep black roses. He held them out towards Luken.

The irony hit hard. As we drove further in, we stopped in front of the second villa. I stepped out and gaped—it was the most beautiful one of all. Painted soft white and pastel pink, with tall glass windows gleaming under the afternoon sun. Inside, the living room took my breath away. Gold and blush accents framed the walls, and the air smelled faintly of vanilla—my favorite scent. What a coincidence, I thought. A woman, probably In her early fifties, appeared from what looked like the kitchen. She smiled gently and spoke quietly with the assistant. I barely listened, too overwhelmed to focus on their conversation.

I stored that information away for future reference now that I was going to a place completely filled with them. The salty air mixed with the rocking of the ship wasn't doing any good for my stomach so I headed back inside the ship. I stopped at my brother's level and spotted them at a dingy table playing a card game. Felix looked up and spotted me right away. Before I would have assumed that was because he was really aware of his surroundings but now I think it's more to do with his vampiric capabilities. "Hey, Rose, had enough of the salty air?" "Yeah. What are you guys playing?" I take a seat in the spare chair.

My name is Alexandria Rivers. I am 17 years old. I am the daughter of Joyce & Edward Rivers, Beta's to Alpha Brian Jackson of the Green Wood pack. My brother, Tyler Rivers, is best friends with the future Alpha Mason Jackson, and also next in line to become Beta. Alpha Brian and Luna Samantha have always been very kind to me. Mason and I began dating in middle school, and Luna Samantha has been teaching me how to be a Luna, in case Mason and I are mates. I finally get to shift and find my mate in 1 week. I'm really hoping Mason is my mate. My mother says that with the mate bond, you can feel what she described as "Sparks" when you touch your mate. Mason and I have both noticed a tingling sen

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Some of these are not everyday life skills but they definitely make me feel better. Walking up to Scarlett's door, I notice some of the flowers lining the walk way to her door that I had not noticed before. There are roses of many different types and colors lining the walk way. I slow down and walk over to smell some. These are incredible. There is a little spot of brown on one that I manage to remove before it spreads. As I give a little attention to each rose bush it almost seems as if they are all standing up a little straighter. Must look that way because of removing the little bit of dried leaves that were there.

Each place setting is meticulously arranged, with fine porcelain plates and glistening silverware, shimmering under the soft glow of the candlelight. As the candle flames flicker, casting a warm and intimate glow, a centerpiece of vibrant red roses takes center stage. The roses are carefully arranged, their petals unfurling gracefully, radiating a passionate allure. They are nestled in a crystal vase, their fragrance filling the air and weaving a tapestry of romance that envelops the room.