Wilting Roses Novels & Stories

She still felt somewhat worried. In the Turner family garden, vast stretches of red roses were in full bloom. Due to special cultivation techniques, these roses grew like they were on trees. There was a small path between each tree, and as people walked through, the faint fragrance of the flowers would stick to them, leaving them in a relaxed and peaceful mood.

Towering trees formed a majestic canopy overhead, their branches reaching towards the sky, while delicate flowers carpeted the ground below in a riot of hues. As they ventured deeper into this enchanting oasis, their senses were captivated by the sweet scent of blooming roses, their petals unfurling like delicate kisses. The vibrant reds, pinks, and whites of the roses stood out against the lush greenery, adding splashes of romance to the scene. Amidst the roses, graceful lilies stood tall, their pure white blossoms exuding elegance and serenity.

I whispered to keep us sane. “Do you know why I named you Roses?” I asked her, though my lips cracked with thirst. “Because even in blood and thorns, roses bloom. You will bloom, my little one. Even if I wither.” I vowed with voice cracking. We walked until the night gave way to dawn, a pale smear of light clawing at the sky.

“Oh, you're are only familiar with the red ones. Well, all I can say about the white rose is, it's beautiful, extremely rare, and expensive. One of a kind, if I may say. There are only few florists who can confidently tell you they have a white rose in their garden. I was only lucky to get them when a supplier called me and told me he was willing to sell at an outrageously high price and also the white rose signifies chastity, beauty, royalty, and purity. In the ancient times, royalties give it to women they intend to court or have picked some form marital interest in, especially when she's a virgin.“ “Thank you for your time.” They said as they exited the place.

How did it get there? Rain stared down at the rose she had found by her bedside the second the woke up. The scent drifting in the air and causing her to smile. It reminded her of her time in the cabin and Rain didn’t realize how much she missed waking up to the comforting scent of roses until this one was brought to her. Rain silently wondered with a smile, would they still let her go back to the cabin or did Alexander plan to have her stay in the mansion permanently?

and unlocked the door. He moved her going away from him...he was looking at her without blinking and taking in her beautiful and gorgeous self.. Her white coat that is her pride and signifies her hardwork to her patients, was held in her one hand... Her purse in other hand... A stethoscope, that was, is and maybe will be her favourite jewellery that she always carried around with her, was around her neck.... She was beauty with brains in herself. A perfect combination... No wonder his mom loves her more than him and would stay unhappy everytime Kiara or anyone bought up the topic of their marriage ceremony to be held...

Right now there were sitting with the florist and Svetlana was sitting with a serious face, scrolling through a fashion magazine while Ashley and Juana were bickering again like 8-years-olds. "The wedding decor will be Rose Boule De Neige with Rosa 'Ingrid Bergman'. Rose Boule De Neige is an old rose with a rich fragrance. simple yet elegant." Juana said to the florist while wedding designer started scribbling. Ashley dramatically gasped and the wedding designer pen stilled on the note pad, "Of course not! It has to be Rose White Parfum De Provence with various colours of lilies. These roses are a classic hybrid tea rose with a powerful perfume. Unique and vibrant!"

We walk through the rose garden. The roses are past their season but not fully gone, and there are still a few late-blooming stragglers holding on with the specific stubborn beauty of things that refuse to acknowledge the calendar. Willa stops in front of one of them. Pink, small, slightly wilted at the edges. She does not touch it. She simply stares at it with the focused attention she brings to things she has decided are worth her attention. Julian notices her stopping. He walks back to us.

I couldn't bring myself to speak. Just as I was about to turn and leave, Scout noticed me and called out for me to stay. "Nora, Maya wants you to help us decorate our room." I froze for a moment. I smiled bitterly and said, "Alright, Mr. Scout." I had never bowed my head so low before. Scout was momentarily stunned. He opened his mouth as if to say something. But before he could speak, Maya interrupted him with a cheerful laugh. "Nora, we haven't finalized the wedding attire yet. Why don't you come with us to take a look?

If it wasn't for his pre-wedding jitters the day he met his spitfire Beth, Austin was pretty sure he would never have begun smoking again. "Did you know black roses aren't natural?" asked Willem, his random question throwing Austin for a loop. He shook his head. To be honest, he'd never thought about black roses. They weren't something he'd go out of his way to buy. If Marybeth hadn't made him aware of their significance, he would have remained blissfully unaware of their existence. "They don't exist. Not naturally, at least," continued Willem. "They're custom-made. Usually, a white or red rose is soaked in black dye to get a dark tint as close to black as possible. That's what gives them th