Spike Rosered Novels & Stories

There'll be mountain for us to climb, There'll be days when the sun won't shine, But, I'll stick to it, I swear. ------------------------------------ MIKAEL I stared at the rose imprinted on my upper arm, exasperated. The rose was still a bright red, fortunately for me. Just as I started to turn away from the mirror, I saw the rose turn blue. Then, it turned red as quickly as it had turned blue. Another wave of dizziness washed over me and I gripped the sink hard, my knuckles turning white.

I said but as I looked down at the bouquet, my throat closed up when I noticed that it was red roses. My mind immediately flashed to the red roses that my stalker sent to my house the other day and I broke out in cold sweat. “You like red roses right?” Rosa asked, her voice coming to me from somewhere that seemed far away instead of next to me. I clenched my teeth together and forced myself to nod. “Yes, of course,” I answered curtly. The tension etched on Rosa's face visibly relaxed. “Thank God,” she breathed. “I had initially ordered some sunflowers but they got sold out before I could finalize my payment this morning.”

Even the walls on stage were filled with blooming and huge roses as big as one’s face! When everyone spotted the eye-catching red flower, they were utterly floored. “Is that the Red Spider Lily? Is there such a gigantic Red Spider Lily in the world?” “My goodness! This can go on the Guinness World Records!” Everyone was astonished, and Charmine was equally stunned when she saw it as well. She recalled that this was not the setup she had in mind. It seemed that Anthony had his men to secretly rearrange this. Black Roses were indeed unique. As for the Red Spider Lily…

Rory looked at the flowers in Spike’s hands and asked, “Did you go out to pick flowers again?” Spike nodded. “Go on in, but you can only stay for ten minutes. Your mommy needs to rest.” Spike nodded, held the flowers, and pushed open the door. The bedroom was warm, like spring. Spike took off his cloak and put it aside. He held the flowers and walked gingerly to the bed. The woman on the hospital bed had her eyes closed. Her breathing was shallow, and her wrists were wrapped in gauze. She had an intravenous drip connected to the back of her hands.

The rare black dragon roses. These are unlike any other roses, black in colour, and twice the size of ordinary roses. They are uniquely found only within the confines of the dark forest's cliff! “Found them!” I cried out, feeling a gush of excitement. “Be careful!” Rey warned from behind. After setting my bag down, I cautiously approached the cliff edge, which was somewhat slick from an unexpected rain shower. I gently positioned myself at the edge, leaning slightly forward, and reached for the plant. A single rose would suffice.

He withdraw farther, drawing more distance between himself and Zeke's sheepishly, smiling face. He should have known better. After that night, he should have known better than to let himself get tangled up with this psycho again. Sunflower seeds dragged after him, leaving a long trail on the bed. Zeke tilted his head, gold strands of hair falling over his sharp, silver eyes. His profile looked mesmerizing, dangerously mesmerizing - like a siren, but far more deadly. He smacked his lips, his gaze settling on the long trail on sunflower seeds. The dark seeds against the white sheets looked messy, but to Zeke, it was an invitation. An invitation he was more than willing to accept.

Her voice was too smooth. I looked at the chest. “What’s inside?” I asked. “A charm for protection, Princess.” She answered. I felt Roses stir at my hip, wrapped against me in her sling. Her tiny fists clenched as if she knew something I didn’t. A faint glow around my neck gave a faint pulse, like a heartbeat answering hers. I was told it was a pearl and it could pulse anywhere in my body. Mara stepped forward. Too close. And then, Roses cried. Not a soft whimper but a shrill, panicked scream. The pearl flared, white-hot light spilling from it, so bright Mara hissed and dropped the chest.

" 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

Bellamy said. "Next time when you're back…" This sentence was too beautiful. It was so beautiful that she felt like she was getting ahead of herself. "This rose is in the Rosaceae family. It has an advantage. After cutting it and putting it in the water, it can bloom for more than a month. It is suitable for room decoration. Besides, the flowers are large and lovely." "Alright, let's buy it," she said as she saw several rows of cactus. There were many kinds of cactus. Some looked like fingers, some were round, some were flat, and some had red flowers. There were spikes all over them. Some of them were sharp and some were soft.

The Black Rose was the only flower in a graveyard of ice. But then, she heard it. A faint, rhythmic beeping from her tactical comms. A signal, not from the place she was but from the different dimensions. A path of serenity that no one understood.