Wilting Roses Novels & Stories

There was a trace of puzzlement in her eyes as she looked at Fabian, who hadn't been back for very long. Fabian's smile grew even brighter, yet it appeared all the more hideous and grotesque. "Yup." Yvonne walked closer to the sea of roses. I could tell she liked it very much, but there was something strange about her expression. "How did the roses here grow so well?" Yvonne murmured, gently stroking the rose blossoms. "Of course they're blooming beautifully. Yvonne, I know who you hate the most, so I turned him into fertilizer to nourish these roses."

Suddenly, an uninvited guest crashed the wedding halfway through. It was Carlo. He was bony, wearing a wrinkled suit, and holding a wilted bouquet of roses. He staggered in front of me, babbling, "Rosa… look, I brought you your favorite roses. Won't you marry me? Let's get married today." Luca's bodyguards moved in to remove him, but I held my hand up. I took the wilted bouquet of roses and looked straight at him. "Oh, Carlo. Look at me. Take a good look... Whose wedding do you think this is? This is my wedding. Mine, and I'll be marrying Luca. And you? You're just a madman crashing someone else's wedding."

But just when I assumed this was another one-sided attempt at seduction, Benjamin had replied, "Tomorrow, you won't be able to get out of bed for the whole day." I felt my heart skip a beat when I read that. Just then, I heard the sound of the bedroom door opening, and I silently exited his WhatsApp and casually scrolled through short videos as if nothing had happened. Benjamin climbed onto the bed and pressed up against me from behind. He had just finished showering, and the faint scent of body wash still lingered on him. He intimately nuzzled his chin against my shoulder, and as he turned his head, his warm lips lightly brushed against the skin of my neck.

Of course I wanted his number then I replied, "What is your name?" I sat my phone down so I could dry off and get dressed. Then like clock work another ping from I*******m. He asked, "What is your name beautiful?" I began to blush then replied. "My name is Elisabeth Rose Freeman ,but everyone calls me Beth", I messaged back. He then replied, "Vladius Lee Sinclair, nice to meet you Beth". I then in return sent my number to him. I finished getting ready for the day. I was planning on cleaning up my dorm room.

Vastria responded turning back to the rose. “That rose is a hybrid tea rose. She was made by accident in the garden with the Chinese red tea rose and a black rose that was gifted to me. Unfortunately, I do not know what type of black rose it was. The rose was a deep blue, nearly black. When the light catches it, you could see the deep blue shade. I am not ready to try making tea out of it just yet. It has a lovely fragrance though.” Mrs. Rosenburg gestured Vastria to follow her. “Wow, it is still amazing.” Vastria followed Remus’ mother. They came to the center of the garden where servants were setting a small table and chairs with mini sandwiches, a tea pot and teacups.

“There are many lotus flowers here.” Rosalie stood at the edge of the viewing point with her hands resting on the railing. Her sight was filled with lotus flowers. Summer was when the lotus flowers bloomed. “This is a lotus garden. The only thing planted here are lotus flowers.” After admiring the flowers, Rosalie sat before a table and said, “Although there’s a light breeze blowing today, it’s still pretty hot. Wiltspoon is warmer than Solville.” Solville did not have many days with high temperatures, which were generally lower than Wiltspoon’s.

My shaking arm pushed forward, fingertips edging out, reaching, pulling at nothing. Fingers grazed the wet, soft flower surface. The thing within was grabbed fast, then came the loud snap of the window closing - my pulse racing hard. A cold weight sat in my hand - just one rose, long past bloom. Broken off too low, the stalk showed raw fibers where it split. Edges of each petal had darkened, folding inward like shriveled legs of an insect left too long in sun. The smell hit slow: rot first, then underneath, that sharp tang of citrus someone used to wear.

Evangeline was spinning in circles with anxiety, frantically dialing more floral suppliers. But at this hour, most calls either went unanswered or couldn't get through. Anathea stared at the white roses in the clear glass vase. Their petals were already starting to wilt. She would need to add flower nutrients if she wanted them to bloom back to life. Sighing, Anathea said, "Forget it. That's enough for tonight." "What?" Evangeline froze in place. Lena also looked confused. "It's late. No matter how anxious we get, it won't help right now. We should rest. Good night." Anathea stood up and went into her room.

He handed her a bunch of Edelweiss roses. The flowers were predominantly pure white with a hint of pale green; their petals layered delicately, fresh, and appealing. Emily naturally accepted them, bringing them to her nose for a gentle sniff, "They're beautiful." Ronald, standing aside, seethed with anger as he watched this scene unfold. His handsome face almost contorted with rage. She deliberately refused his flowers! He flung his bouquet of 'Juliet' roses in front of Emily with a sarcastic tone, "It seems you really don't appreciate the finer things. Do you even know how much these flowers cost?"

the angel’s voice called out, making me shiver. “Dude, are you cold?” Valden questioned since we don’t get cold. “Nah, just feeling strange,” I said before I was hit by the most intoxicating scent in my life as we seemed to approach it. It smelled like lavender and cherries. We walked into the scene of the smashed vase and my eyes caught onto the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. Rosaria had nothing on her and I hadn’t even seen her face yet. Her short brunette hair was curled perfectly into many curls.