Thorns Of Roses Miraculous นิยาย & เรื่องราว

We ran towards the garden, I found myself chasing butterflies while my parents cheered excitedly. "Come. I want to show you something" Royce said and grabbed my hand, pulling me excitedly. We got to a lake and royce knelt down, pulling me down along with him. "Look Roselle, what do you see?" he asked,staring at out reflection in the water. I looked back at my reflection, surprised to see that I looked exactly as I did ten years ago, I hadn't even aged one bit. everything was just like it was before, perfect and peaceful. I completely forgot about pain and revenge.

As I put one of my feet inside of the warm and welcoming water filled with the petals of the beloved and most beautiful rose. I sometimes wonder why it has so much love being given to it. It is so imperfect, yet that is its perfection just like all of us--We are perfect and one because of the imperfections of us. I also wonder why a rose just steals my heart every time I look at it--it's just so magnificent. Is it because of the color that it possesses or because of the way it possesses the frail heart of mine? So melted in my thoughts that I was, I didn't realize that I had to get out of the bath to get ready.

“Soon… Sun cannot peek into your chambers like before. You won’t be in the lotus pond but the red rose garden full of thorns. Yet Red roses are a symbol of love, if you are smart and genuine you will find precious treasures like love and more. If not king of darkness awaits your arrival. “The rose garden not only has thorns but also black roses and hidden roses. Beware of them. When you find hidden roses… the purpose of your life will b unveiled. Yet there is a dead tree which was trying to gain life with you, don’t let it get to you. If it gets to you there will be no rose garden or lotus pond. Careful, be smart, and trust nobody but you,” the witch said. Adira was in shock when she heard h

'' Tears are continuing to fall. It has been exactly ten minutes but she has not open the door, making me worry even more of what she might be doing inside; causing me to try and break the door—not caring if I end up hurting. After a couple of tried, the door breaks down, revealing Rose laying onto the ground, her eyes closed.

A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. ✾ “Your arm?” I blink reluctantly at the woman in front of me. Biting my bottom lip, I slowly raise my hand and show her my wrist. She grabs onto it, pulling it towards her. She smiles at me, or I think she does, the only part of her that I could see either way was her lips, the bottom part of her nose, and everything below her ankles. Then she pulls a small sharp pen from her pocket, stabs it on my wrist, making me flinch. The pen starts turning red, and just like that she had taken some of my blood.

Instead, her hands stayed on her face, caressing and nibbing. ‘How did she get to this? She remembered insulting the man in white at the burial ceremony of her best friend. His beauty hypnotized her at first. His prominent cheekbones and chiseled jaw had trapped her eyes in them. His silver glistening eyes devoured her own eyes, making it hard to look away.’

Cecilia rose to her feet. Her usual cool and aloof demeanor showed, but her eyes betrayed a hint of defiant tears. She snatched the lemon juice from Holly's arms, ready to down it in one go. Luke quickly moved, panic written all over him, "No, don't drink that. You can't drink cold drinks." He turned back, shooting Holly a glare that could freeze fire. It was the first time he had ever looked at her with such annoyance and revulsion.

He kissed me back, hard and consuming, as if he could devour the pain right out of me. For a heartbeat, I let myself vanish in that kiss—pretend I was someone else, somewhere else, untouched by betrayal. The next thing I knew, the world blurred—his arm around me, the press of a door closing, sheets tangled beneath my trembling hands. Morning hit like a cruel joke. I woke tangled in unfamiliar sheets, my head pounding, my lips swollen. The stranger from the bar lay beside me, half-covered, the shadows of his muscles stark against the pale dawn light. Even asleep, he radiated danger, power… something I couldn’t name.