White Rose From Alice In Wonderland の小説・ストーリー

"Why do I feel nostalgic when I am in the rose garden?" Then she heard three screams, and she knew 100% that the screams came from her stepmother and her stepsisters. However, she didn't realise that the Beast was looking for her and he arrived in the rose garden. The Beast saw her, and he walked over to her. Ella (Rosabella) turned around, and she curtsy towards the Beast. The Beast was surprised to see her curtsying towards him, and he bowed before her. They stood up, and the Beast asked.

Alice admitted without diverting her attention from the tulips at the far end of the stall. "Yeah, that's true. So that handsome gentleman won't always be grumpy," Lexy replied, following Alice's steps towards the stall where her favorite flowers were. Alice was captivated by the vibrant colors of these perfect symbols of love. Tulips originated from the Netherlands, and their distinctive petal shapes were an attraction for flower lovers. The petals consisted of six corolla leaves of various colors such as orange, white, red, blue, yellow, and others. The bright colors were also a significant factor in why many people, including Alice, liked them.

ALARIC The ride back home was quiet, the soft hum of the engine filling the silence as I stared at the bouquet resting on the seat beside me, white roses, lavender sprigs, and a single pink peony. I didn’t know if she’d like them, but somehow they felt right. Beautiful. Gentle. A little like her. By the time I reached the palace, the moon had begun to rise, silver light spilling through the tall windows. I climbed the grand staircase, the flowers in hand, and made my way toward our bedroom.

"You won't believe it! Each flower tastes like a different color!" Liam chuckled softly, his eyes filled with affection for the whimsical Rose. "Is that so, my love? Well, I'm eager to hear more." Rose plucked a vibrant purple blossom from a nearby side of the bouquet and held it delicately between her fingers. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and brought the petals to her lips. With a gentle nibble, she savored the taste of the flower. "Mmm," Rose hummed with delight. "This one tastes like sweet grape juice, like the color of royalty."

“Only good little humans get to cum, Rose.” I wiped my mouth furiously and glared at him as he admired my flushed body. “I don’t want you to make me cum. I don’t want you touching me ever again!” “Careful what you wish for,” he smirked. “Now get dressed. I have the perfect task for you today.” ೋღ🌹ღೋ

Immediately Alice accepted the flowers, held them, then threw them down. “I don’t like red roses and I don’t like chocolate. Do you even know what food and flowers I like? Aren’t these Fiona’s favourites, not mine?” Alice suddenly grew angry, because she always remembered that every one of Fiona’s birthdays, Morgan used to bring red roses and chocolate to her grave when she was once declared dead. “Then what are your favourites? Before, you always ate the chocolate I gave you and liked the flowers I brought?” “Because back then I didn’t know, I thought you had bought them for me. But in fact, you bought them to place at Fiona’s grave. Go away! Never see me again,” ordered Alice angrily.

The gentle flicker of candlelight added a romantic glow, making the entire venue feel like it had been plucked from a fairy tale. Aria’s eyes roamed over the vibrant red roses that adorned the space, each petal a reminder of the love she and James shared. The choice of flowers was no coincidence—it was inspired by the first bouquet James had ever given her, a heartfelt gesture that had left a lasting impression. Smiling at the memory, she shifted her gaze to the bouquet she now held in her hands. It was a masterpiece, a cascade of lush red roses adorned with shimmering crystals and delicate white pearls. The intricate design gave it an air of sophistication, a reflection of the significance

To avoid imagining things, one might as well took away the cause of the problem. “Noted Ms. J. But if you don’t mind instead of throwing it into the trash bin, can I keep it in my office? White rose is really my favorite flower.” Lira was puzzled by her boss’s sudden order, but she chose not to ask instead she requested to keep the flowers for her. White rose reminded her of happy moments in the past. “Okay! It’s all yours.” Arabella agreed and hung up the phone. “Mommy, Get in!” A small angelic voice sounded inside the car,

Her brows wiggled in untidiness. "Shield of protection but from what?" "A deadly curse," he answered, widening her eyes. He was cursed too? But how? "Just like you when I was in my mother's womb, she inhaled some kind of white rose as she used to love roses a lot like I had told you before but that white rose was cursed. Someone had put some kind of evil spell on it and then brought it to my mother and after she inhaled its fragrance, that evil spell started doing its work on me,"

She keeps her mark on full display by pulling her soft straight hair into a high stylish ponytail, adds a simple winged eyeliner with mascara on her eyes and nudish pink lip gloss to her plump lips. During our month apart, Rose learned a lot about wolves, one of the first being that we don’t like strong perfumes and scents. We prefer the natural scent that people are born with. She has since tossed anything with a strong scent, albeit that wasn’t much since Melinda purchased most everything she has. But Rose has double checked with most everyone she’s been around on her products, not wanting to offend anyone’s noses if she can prevent it.