War For The Roses Novels & Stories

*** "Sebastian? Sebastian! Sebastian where are you?" Gosh, where could he be? Zeke took the stairs to the back and proceeded to the green house. "Sebastian!" He called as he entered. He heard some rustling ahead by the rose plantation so he approached. He sighed he relief when he saw Sebastian sitting on a bench by the rose flowers. "Here you are." Sebastian didn't raise his head to him. Zeke joined him on the bench. Non of them said anything for the first two minutes until Zeke broke the awkward silence.

RULES AND ROSES A story in three acts. --- This novel contains scenes that some might find disturbing and may not be suitable for younger readers. This book revolves around a world dominated by patriarchy and their views are very constricting to women.Discretion is advised. --- Our history teaches us that love makes monsters out of us. They make it sound pretty in the history books. In the past, when there were no rules to govern us and we can roam freely, they divided the land of werewolves into three powerful nations; Sem, Niju, and Cinco.

“Riya Wolfsong must surrender herself by the full moon... or we burn River Heart to the ground.” He dropped a black rose on the floor and vanished in a gust of cold wind. I stared at the rose, its petals already wilting. War was coming. And it had my name written in fire.

We were enemies turned allies. Temporary. Convenient. Dangerous. But it would do. Because this time, I wasn't fighting for forgiveness. I was fighting to erase the lies. One name at a time. Let them come. Let them dig graves. I’ll fill them all with ashes. I said with my faves filled with horror. After then I left Rosa's presence and I know this is war, a war she won't survive, a war she's going to be punished with. Dickson pov

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for 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?

“Yes, well… we don’t. And in my tribe, it’s illegal for men to sleep with girls under eighteen… so if you come near any of my men, you are going to get them killed.” Rose was completely unmoved by my little speech. “So? Man only good for one thing.” “Okay,” I said, hoping that the girl would change her outlook over time. “If you feel like that, you might as well move on without me.” “No. I go with you.” “Why? Are you going to join my war?” “Sister Mara needs Rose.”

Aria asked with furrowed brows, Rose’s lips trembled as she took in a shaky breath, “Because,” she whispered, “The war is about to start.”

__ Empress Rose Room: "At least she is gone now. You can now open your eyes to see the elegant beauties we have." Empress Rose said after Storm left them. He had made it clear that he wanted their presence so that they could discuss the coming war that will happen right here in Ashland. And according to him, everyone will participate in the war, well, not for her. She will be hiding in her room with Fred. She won't be a fool that will send her two sons to fight. "Mother, stop it, you are hurting him." Fred scoffed at her. "He is already hurting and you are not helping."

Roose said and anger was shown in her eyes. "A very Good morning My most Beautiful princess. This beautiful flower for the most beautiful person in the world! White Lily with Red Roses, just like you. I remember you always loved it. Take this and give a beautiful smile so that my day will be very beautiful." Marcas said all these loving things very sweetly and broke Christian and Roose's argument.