War For The Roses Novels & Stories

Like I had the power of life and death. The third one, however, I did not allow to burn entirely but only the edge of the petals. Half red and half black. Roses on fire. Suddenly, I let out a hysterical laugh until my cousin walked into the office, perhaps brought on by the smell or even my outbursts. “What the hell are you doing, Rick?” “Killing them!” I replied, keeping my fanatical grin on my face. “Killing roses…” he repeated as he approached. “You okay, bro?”

Rose was marching toward me with her face twisted in pure rage because she couldn't handle the fact that my preparations were actually going perfectly. "This is unacceptable, Violet!" Rose yelled as she shook her fist at the beautiful flower arrangements near the door. "These white roses are an insult to our pack traditions, and you're intentionally trying to ruin our reputation!" "The white roses were approved by the design team and Alex, Rose, and they match the theme perfectly," I said as I adjusted my clipboard without looking up at her wrinkled face. "The silver valley suppliers said they're the highest quality we've had in five years." "You think you're so clever just because you fixed

“Friends and families discount.” Ollie paid the florist and then put the box of lilies inside his backpack before he plucked a single red rose from one of the shelves to his left. “Here.” He placed the rose in my hand. “It matches your hair.” Then Ollie turned around and walked toward the door without waiting for me while I stood there with my cheeks turning the same shade of red as the rose in my hand.

Chapter Two: SIGHTING Later that night, Rojean dolled up to go to a place that was both a nightclub and a bar that everyone was talking about. She was old enough, for sure, especially if she was going to get married soon. But she was never the kind of person to go out on the weekends, to a club or even a bar and always preferred the comfort of their apartment which Lucas didn’t mind at all even when he wanted to go out. She was in a cream coloured off shoulder dress which stopped mid-thigh and hugged her curves beautifully.

I smiled. Rose had mud covering her clothes, with splashes of water on her top as well. "You should change your clothes, otherwise you will catch a cold." She nodded with a sheepish smile, "I went to collect water from the river but slipped over the rock and fell." I paused but continued stirring again...the river. "Can you add the final petals and stir this? I have some work to do." Rose looked at me in shock and to my surprise, she shook her head in a no immediately, "I can't do that, you shall always complete your work other..."

The blood in Roses, an organization built and funded by Harry just so he could enact his long plot of revenge. An organization that took several lives, both within and outside the organization, an organization that strives to reach medical and technological advancements, not for the good of the country, but to be used and facilitated for his sole desire to seek revenge against his brother.

I pulled out my phone, ignoring the dozens of missed calls, the unread headlines. Instead, I opened the file where I’d been tracking Rose…. Dates, photos, whispers, inconsistencies. My anger sharpened into focus. Jace was wrong. This wasn’t just paranoia. This was a war. And it was a war I had every intention of winning. I was going to make Rose pay.

Ahankara replied, looking down into her lap. "You may leave," Yashvir said to Heer, who bowed her head and wordlessly obliged to his command. He then placed his hands on Ahankara's shoulders, causing her to stiffen. He bent down and placed his lips near her ear, while she closed her eyes, slightly turning her face to the other side. "You look so beautiful, my Rose. I'm glad it isn't night time, or the moon would never again dare to show itself in the sky."

Blood roses. Rafael’s hand tightened around the fragile flower, crushing it slowly between his fingers. A symbol. A secret. Not grief. Not loss. Love. Defiance. War. His lips curled into a dangerous smile. "So," he said softly, almost lovingly. "The game has only just begun." He tossed the crushed rose onto the floor, grinding it under his boot. "Bring me Matteo," Rafael ordered, his voice sharp as a whip. "And this time... bring the girl too."

The sight would be fitting for the word apocalypse. “What is this?” Rose’s voice had a hint of fear in it. Roosevelt took a quick glance around and a deep breath. “This is just simply one of the days during the Scarlett War.” Rose took a look around once more at the chaos. ‘Simply’ was one of those days. Rose had never thought she’d be seeing such a sight. Then she saw magic circles of many colours forming in the sky. After a second, all of them started shooting out many types of spells. Streams of fire and fireballs, icicles, bolts of lightning and blasts of pure energy were flying out the circles.