Spike Rosered Novels & Stories

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…

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.

The baby cried, louder this time, but her cries seemed to carry a strange resonance, as if the very woods shuddered in response. The assassins closed in. I could hear their boots, their growls, their laughter. “Kill the brat first,” one hissed. “No!” My scream tore from my chest, raw and primal. The first blade slashed toward us and then, light erupted. Roses glowed, soft at first, then blinding. The pearl inside her flared, sending a pulse of power that knocked the assassin backward as though struck by an invisible hand. He hit a tree with a sickening crack.

" 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.

My heart was beating so fast I was sure they could hear it over the low thrum of music. "Gentlemen," Lorenzo began, his voice carrying that smooth authority that made people listen whether they wanted to or not. "I'd like you to meet Ellie Knight." He paused, and I felt his eyes on me even though I was staring at my hands folded in my lap. "She's officially a Black Rose now, under our protection." The words settled over the table like a heavy blanket. I didn't know what being a Black Rose meant, but from the way the three strangers straightened in their seats, it was clearly something significant. Something that changed how they looked at me.

'' She replies, lightly running her hand at Elis's back. A couple of hours later, I am left staring at the glass window near the back—only watching flowers blossoming beautifully. My lips curve up into a small smile, realising that there's a lot of roses here other than different flowers. To my surprise, I find Fiore standing a few feet from me as she watches the roses, ''They are Elia's favourite.'' She says, breaking the silence. ''Especially orange coloured roses,'' She adds. Roses. Is it a coincident?