Unopened Rose Novels & Stories

Enough to fill the space with color and scent, the deep red catching against the dim light of the bar. They moved straight to the counter. “Delivery for Rose Rainer,” the first one said. “Can you sign?” Rose stared at them for half a second. “Yeah. That’s me.” She signed. “Where do you want them?” She glanced at the growing mass of roses, then gave a small shake of her head. “Anywhere they fit.” A card was placed in her hand. She opened it. Wild Rose. See you tonight. K. Vivian let out a sound somewhere between a squeal and a gasp.

Do not open it for anyone. What about you? I will handle this. He pulls out his gun. The metal gleams in the dim light. Go. Now. The doorknob turns. Slowly. Quietly. The sound of metal scraping metal. We hold our breath. The door opens. No one is there. But on the floor, a single white rose. The petals are perfect. Tied with a black ribbon. And a note, folded once. Marcus picks it up with gloved hands. He reads it aloud.

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.

Stephanie yelled as she looked into the box. "W-what? What's wrong?" Khloe asked before she looked in? There was a rose, a single Rose, but it was unlike any she had ever seen before, it had black petals and was placed in a small puddle of blood. Another thing that was strange about this rose was that it was burning, but a very low burn like at any moment it would go out" And it stunk, real bad. So bad she had to take a step back. Stephanie lifted the rose from the box, "Are you crazy mother? You'll get burnt!" Khloe yelled horrified but was shocked when it didn't hurt her, however, half the petals turned to ash and disappeared into thin air,

As she is distracted, I run a short distance away to shift and then race back with the red Rose bouquet I hid earlier and wait for her to turn around. When she turns, she freezes in shock and I give her a wolfy grin back, the roses held gently in my jaws. ** “Lydia, I have a question for you.” “Okay.” “On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat, to the wolf, with the red roses?” ** Her pupils dilate with lust and her breathing increases, she understands the meaning behind those words. This is my pledge to her, my eternal promise, to be hers for life as she is mine.

Rose was startled, but somehow not afraid. Her eyes snapped open. She searched the darkness, but could see nothing — no one. There was a new air of tension within the room. A faint smell of musk and lilies. Rose became aware of a presence. It was enticing. Amorphous. Something within her leapt to meet it.

A red rose which shines and clearly emerges into the room because the whole room is black. And everywhere in the room there are black roses and that's why this red rose looks more beautiful. I held my body and, with the force of my right arm, I sat on the floor, then I stood up and walked towards this red rose. It is so beautiful and attractive. I have never seen such a beautiful rose, a red rose with so many petals, about twenty, before. I sat beside it and saw that rose which is so attractive and isn't an ordinary rose. On seeing this rose, I just thought about my past.

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.

" 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

Luwase saw something in the closet that caught his attention: “ Professor Luís, what is that? “ That's called stone rose! It belonged to Igor and Kataleya! “ Said Luís, approaching. Lissa approached: “ She's beautiful! Luís: “ In those times it wasn't just a rose made of stone! It was something very valuable! “ Like this? “ asked one of his students Luís: “ In the past they said that the stone rose bloomed just like a rose in a garden! Lissa: “ Really? Luwase was a little thoughtful. Rassy: “ There is a rope on the stone rose, if you pull it will it open? Luís: “ The men who found the stone pulled the rope, but it didn't open! It may possibly be damaged, after all it is a very old object! Th