Wild Rose Barding Novels & Stories

What could he possibly offer that would make up for years of cold distance? The rose garden lay at the eastern edge of the compound, partially secluded by a grove of ancient willows. As he approached, Maison caught her scent on the breeze—stronger now that the suppressants were fading from her system. The true essence of her wolf blended with her human scent in a combination that made his wolf stir with recognition.

Or was she? She crawled into a tree nearby. With her swift abilities, she climbed the oak tree and gained a clearer, more vivid scene of the two. ‘Seriously, they are fucking in a middle of nowhere?’ Rozelyn thought and looked down. The essence of the masked woman seems to be familiar. She observed for another couple of minutes when the two halted. Ludwig walked into where their clothes were placed. As he seized his shirt, Rozelyn saw the black-colored roses that she was looking for. The roses were indeed lined with silver linings along the black petals’ edges.

It still bloomed, and seeing where Fred had kept it in the sea, Rose understood why Crystal hadn't sensed it. Rose perceived the petals of the rose in her hand, and taking in a long deep breath of its wonderful aroma, she vanished. *** Anna heard the activity going on within her father's fort and she knew that the day had only begun. They had been preparing for a war that they weren't really ready for, and now, the first White had brought the Baron, and not just him, but the Baron's whispers, and the Baron's men. These were the lot that Rose was after, that her father had been scared of for a time, and now that they were here, she was definitely coming.

He knew that it was a bracelet that didn't really fit me. "Yesterday, when I worked in the garden, it got all muddy. At night I brought it to the store to wash it." I didn't know if it was because I brought up the rose thing, Jeffrey's expression froze. He revealed a smile and lowered his head to kiss me. "I knew you wouldn't lose it. Since it's all dirty, I'll buy you a new one tomorrow." Yes, it was all dirty. He gave me that bracelet when I planted my first rose.

She walked out with both their glares burning into her spine, and didn't stop moving until she reached Matilda's empty quarters. Sitting there alone in the silence, she remembered the plant Enzo had described. The forest held a scent-masking plant called Crimson weed. According to Enzo, the deep red weed with thick, waxy leaves bled a dark red sap when cut. Everyone in the mansion would be drunk on wine and celebration tonight. There would never be a safer window to slip away unnoticed. She grabbed a basket from Matilda's supply shelf and headed for the back gate. The guards barely glanced at her. Herb collecting for Matilda was routine enough that no one questioned it, especially not tonigh

Like the house itself didn’t want me here. That’s when I saw it. A single white rose. Placed at the center of the hallway rug. No vase. No note. Just lying there, too perfect. Too intentional. I bent down to touch it, then stopped. Something about the way it was arranged, petals facing me like a pair of open eyes, made my skin crawl. And the scent… Not floral. Not soft. Smoke. I turned around and realized the faintest wisp of it was curling out from under a door halfway down the hall.

she said, her eyes sparkling, “what are we doing with the gardens when spring hits? Because that courtyard is crying out for curated chaos.” I tipped my head, immediately picturing the castle’s stone walls washed in early light, the inner lawn still damp with morning. “Wild borders,” I said. “Foxglove, delphinium, lupine... tall things that look like they’re gossipin’ wi’ the wind. Rose arbors along the walk tae the stables, white and blood red. And a formal herb knot near the kitchen door, so Chef Ambrose can stop threatenin’ tae harvest the window boxes wi’ a machete.”

Yes… If I could just reach it… The back doors flew open. “There you are, you sneaky bitch.” I froze. A tall, thin man stood in the doorway. My eyes immediately dropped to the leather cut covering his chest. Wild Ridge. My stomach twisted. No… That couldn’t be right. Either he belonged to the club… Or he’d stolen the cut. He climbed inside and crouched beside me. Before I could pull away, his fist tangled in my hair. I cried out as he yanked me toward him. “Lightfoot’s been looking all over for you,” he sneered. “Wonder how happy he’ll be when I hand over his little hacker whore.”

Getting back on my feet, I made my way towards the bath where a few other maids were waiting for me already as the intoxicating smell of roses became a part of the atmosphere. I got out of the bath smelling myself as the sharp scent of roses had deeply penetrated my skin. Water dripped down my fair skin as I stood up and walked away from the bath. When I was done with everything, I saw a maid bringing an extravagant light pink gown which had white butterflies and flowers decorated all over the bodice as the skirt was quite puffy and pretty. I noticed that Mrs.Hanzah tied the corset a bit tighter than usual. My hair was styled into a formal braided bun as I looked marvelous. Walking towards t

My real name is Richard Vladimir and my father; Adam Vladimir has been looking for the Jackson girl for years now. About eight years back, my uncle Dimitri Vladimir, head of the Vladimir clan and boss of the most notorious and feared Russian syndicate entrusted a job to my dad. It was nothing new, just an order to wipe out the Jackson's for treason. That night, our men had handled everything as expected but the girl managed to slip away. Since then,we've been searching for the Jackson girl but she seemed to have disappeared completely and all our efforts were futile. Just when we were about to sweep the case under the rug, Our team got hold of some information from a foster home about a girl