White Roses Alice In Wonderland Novels & Stories

He is slightly panting, and although he looks grumpy, he also seems pained. “For you.” My heart leaps in my chest as I stare at him, not quite registering his words until he takes a step into the room and holds the flowers out toward me. I hesitantly take them, feeling their soft petals brush against my fingers. They are gorgeous and plucked by hand. I don’t recognize the type, but...wait. Are these enchanted roses? All of them are red and glowing except for a single white one in the middle, and I silently wonder if that means something.

Fresh, long-stemmed roses, their velvet petals a deep, crimson hue, adorned the table, exuding a sweet, intoxicating fragrance. Kimberly's gaze roamed the table, her mind racing with wonder. Where did the roses come from? And then, like a whispered secret, she remembered the garden. Had Nicholas really taken the time to pluck flowers just for their dinner? The thought sent a flutter through her chest, and she felt a smile spread across her face, touched by the thoughtful gesture.

“Not the ashbalm. Especially not now that it’s finally blooming.” My gaze darts to the flowers, and it’s a miracle. The white buds, still speckled with Eldrick’s blood, are unfurling into delicate petals as intricate as tatted lace, and they glow. The entire wheelbarrow is illuminated as if by moonlight. And the scent. It fills my nose and thrums in my veins. It smells like perfect memories and wonderous dreams. “Well, I guess it wasn’t the soil that was the issue after all,” the witch says, gathering her skirts and rising from a bench. “I guess it just wanted a different kind of watering.”

Eeva huffs with a glare, pushing us towards the door with Julia situated on her right hip. "Really, Alice in Wonderland quotes?" I laugh out, my mood lightening. "Yes, now move, or else my brother will storm up here and grab you himself if you don't get out there." She adds, and I knew she was right. As quickly as I could in three-inch heels, I make my way down the stairs and out the house with my bouquet of fall flowers in hand. Chris sets my veil over my face before I step outside.

"Also, dig those black roses out, root and all. The very sight of them irritates me!" - Thirty minutes later, Alfie rushed into the study, clearly panicking. "Mr. Garnett! We've searched the whole villa, but there's no sign of Ms. Smith! But… But…" John clicked his tongue, pursing his lips as he narrowed his eyes sharply. "But, what? Speak properly!" Alfie took a deep breath, and did his best to finish his sentence. "We found Ms. Smith's clothes and phone in the soil beneath the black roses… along with a human skeleton!"

“You’re not welcome here!” “Don’t be in such a hurry to chase us out,” said Alice softly before reaching into her handbag and pulling out a single white chrysanthemum flower. Hitomi’s eyes widened slightly at this, and Yuri knew enough of flower arrangements and flower language to know that white chrysanthemums are usually flower offerings made to the dead. “You’re indeed growing into a beauty just like your mother.” Alice reached out with a thin hand decorated with rings and bracelets, the white chrysanthemum flower in her hand, towards Yuri. Hitomi slapped Alice’s hand away immediately, and the flower fell to the ground, before pulling Yuri away from Alice and pushing Yuri behind herself.

Not wanting to be gawked at like some rare creature, she turned on her heel and walked away, not even sparing Louis another glance. Louis quickly caught up, flashing a grin. "At the very least, you should take the roses!" Alice turned back, her voice icy. "I already told you, Louis—I will never love you." "How would you know if you don’t give it a try?" Louis had no intention of backing down. He pushed the bouquet toward her again. Alice frowned slightly, but she reached out and took the flowers. Just as a trace of joy flickered across Louis’s face, she suddenly flung the bouquet to the ground. The roses scattered instantly, petals strewn across the pavement. Gasps rippled through the crowd.

Two hours passed. Alice and Andrew left the apartment with Alice carrying a suitcase filled with her clothes. Before returning to Andrew's apartment, they stopped by a restaurant for lunch and then visited Asih's flower shop. Since Andrew had bought lilies that morning, Alice wanted red and yellow roses to take home. Alice herself wondered. Since her meeting with Asih some time ago, she had developed a strong liking for flowers. The beauty offered by those flowers seemed to hypnotize Alice, leading her to a feeling that had never touched her heart before. Calm and peaceful.

He said I was like a rose in bud, and he wanted to be the Little Prince. I thought the perfect match for the Little Prince was a fox, so I didn't agree with his confessions. Until that spring, he bought that rose garden for me. He covered my eyes and made me stand at the top of the hill where the roses were in full bloom. I remembered the wind that day carried the scent of the flowers, and he held me in his arms, promising to give me a home. Once upon a time, I loved freedom so much, but his words made me fold my wings.

That look in his eyes— Warm. Proud. Certain. And just like that— My private world— Became ours. The moment I opened the doors— Chaos. Beautiful. Joyful. Chaos. Alice and Rose didn’t even hesitate. They ran. Straight toward the grand staircase. “WAIT—” I started— Too late. Their laughter echoed through the space. The staircase curved elegantly upward— Its handles wrapped in crystal roses. Each one catching the light— Shining like frozen petals. Soft cushions lined the steps.