Trampled Rose Novels & Stories

Jason said, heaving a long sigh of relief before waving his hand at the mother-daughter duo again. The maids then dragged the two of them out of the castle grounds, and soon, their loud cries and screams couldn't be heard anymore. The sun began to set, bathing the vast castle grounds in a bright orange glow. Jason's and Eric's gazes fixed on the bare stump of the apple tree in the garden. The apple tree was gone now, and the garden was filled with lavender. The little garden that Rosa used to love so much was no longer there. Avril had been the one diligently tending to it after Rosa left the world, but now, she had left as well.

"She deserved it! She was so terrified with the rabid dogs barking all around her, even sending a voice message where she was crying so pathetically!" Hearing that, my departed soul turned away, smiling miserably. He was the one who had said he loved me, promising to protect me for the rest of my life and vowing that no one would get to lay a finger on me. He had smiled at me so lovingly when he passed me the black rose seeds. "It is believed that black roses embody a deep and timeless love, just like the love I share with you." Yet, he had a change of heart and loved Lara instead, believing her one-sided claims that I had led a workplace ostracising campaign against her.

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.

It was the memory card that he inserted and kept inside his hand. "I'm sorry, Mina. If I didn't protect you and forgive me if I do." I said and gradually peeled off the marked seam on his hand with sharp scissors. It was against my will to do that and I had no right to visit him at his grave because I was able to save him in those moments. After I got the small memory card from him, I also immediately put his grave back in order and I also offered a white rose as a farewell to him and because I know that flower is his favorite. I also left a prayer for him to help us end this crime and punish the people who should be punished, especially the person who did this to him.

she orders. It seems like she’s standing further away from me now, and little particles of light are dancing all around her. It’s an odd sensation, like she’s at the end of a kaleidoscope. “Rose?” Tristan sounds worried. I try to focus my eyes on him, but I can’t. “What’s happening?” I mutter. “Rose! Push!” Dr. Travesty commands, so I do.

Soon enough the three approach the flower bed. The patch of soil in the big flower garden has fresh blooming white roses. The dirt itself seems to be infused with magic. Leftovers of the mana used to make nature steam upward and into the nose of Troy which makes his nostrils wiggle. The dark iris within the eyes of the queen herself shivers with excitement from seeing the colors along the peddles and so does Emma. Once the daughter gets a gleaming look at the roses her own orbs dart their way to Troy. She gives him a smile and tilts her head in an innocent and loving way. "They are pretty, aren’t they?" The youngest Fray looks at the roses in wonder and shock. The hand that grips his mother

He missed her so much and he wanted to be the first to see her if she was still alive. “ I promise to make it up to you this time. " He whispered. He wanted to lie down when his feet took him up and led him deep into the forest. He came across a valley which was lit and beautified by the moonlight. There was a waterfall in the middle of the valley and beautiful red roses surrounded the valley. “ Don't touch that. " A lady said when he was about plucking a red rose. “ It's a illusion. That rose is poisonous. It would make your hand swell for days and it has no antidote. " The lady continued.

I’ve almost forgotten why I came out here in the first place when I open my eyes again, and something red catches my attention. At the crest of the small hill, an unkempt and severely overgrown rose bush snakes between a trio of headstones. It’s in full bloom and smells divine in contrast to the rank stench of the stagnant water all around me. A cold sweat breaks out along my hairline as I slowly raise my head and peer at the blood red rose blooms. That fucker not only left me a rose, but he’d picked it here… in the cemetery. I struggle to my feet, my legs aching from my trek through the marsh, and walk to the rose bush, brushing my fingers over the satin-like petals. I reach to pluck a part

Zane says, as he brings my pointer finger down hard on a thorn before making my blood drip on top of the rose. I sniffle my cry, and pull a deep breath into my nose as I feel my nose leaking from crying so much, and I see Zane and Alec pricking their fingers with the thorns on the rose before pouring the drops of blood on the rose. I watch as our bloods mix on the rose, sealing my new fate. Alec laughs as the look of horror washes over my face while staring down at the bloody rose. I don't understand this. Are they playing a prank on me? If so, this is a very twisted prank.

Her voice was small as she lifted her head to look at him with her big watery eyes. His heart broke a little when he looked at her. He knelt down beside her. One of his hands behind his back. " I went to find something I thought you would like while you were at the lake. I didn't mean to be away so long and I'm not pretending to like you.", Brodie took his hand out from behind his back. "This is the Bloodrose that our pack is named after.", in his hand was a beautiful flower, deep crimson in colour. He put it in her hair and wiped away her tears.