Wilting Roses Novels & Stories

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

Instead, her hands stayed on her face, caressing and nibbing. ‘How did she get to this? She remembered insulting the man in white at the burial ceremony of her best friend. His beauty hypnotized her at first. His prominent cheekbones and chiseled jaw had trapped her eyes in them. His silver glistening eyes devoured her own eyes, making it hard to look away.’

If there's anything I know about our world, it's that the need to relive your victory is far too great that sometimes the majority toss away common sense just to have the opportunity to gloat. I hope this would be no different. I hope I would be knuckles deep in some bastard's stomach by this time tomorrow. The attendant shakes his head, his entire face covered in sweat as he looks at me and looks away repeatedly. Fucking pussy. Yet, I don't blame him. It isn't everyday one could see a member or even two of The Black Rose without dying afterwards. But then again, it isn't every time one sees a member of The Black Rose in a fucking freezer.

She observed the empty courtyard before her eyes fell to the deep and rich colour of the flower which bloomed despite the season. The roses that bloomed in the courtyard were known as one of the rarest species that bloomed throughout the seasons. Yet, just as how all flowers do, they bloom and wilt at the same speed. Beautiful yet fleeting. How their fragile life reminded Lilith of the transient life of a person. "Would you like to head in, Your Majesty?" Lilith's retainer asked as he bowed. Lilith glanced at him from the corner of her eyes before heading towards him. "I shall."

After a few days, the rose would naturally wilt to look as the tapestry showed. The man dusted off the tapestry before sighing. "Others called this flower hideous. Yet, to you, this is a rare gem. How is this not fate? Take it. I'm sure this flower feels honoured that you've chosen it, too." Rebecca glanced down at the "wilted" rose and suddenly smiled at it. "It's beautiful." Fresh roses always wilted. So, she didn't see why she couldn't make a tapestry of a wilted rose. After all, wouldn't a wilted rose prove it was once a beautiful bloom?

‘There are such places’ ivory wondered, she looked at the second mission and had the urge to laugh now she knew why literarily no one picked the two mission. The second mission was about bringing a rare running plant named blohy, it was a weird name, catching blohy was next to impossible for phase one-three to catch them. A phase four could but it would expend his energy and they were basically no use to them so phase four and above never caught them. ‘What if I fail the mission or if I bring herbs from there’ ivory asked. ‘No problem then, it’s just that you’ll be charged for using the portal’ the guy answered.

I was utterly exhausted, yearning for some sleep. Looking out of the skylight, I was met with a vast, colorful sea of roses. The rose garden extended as far as the eye could see, spreading until it reached the horizon. Giselle informed me that Sebastian had employed over a hundred skilled gardeners to cultivate this garden, featuring rose varieties like Juliet roses, Louis XIV roses, Green Lemon roses, Rhodes roses, Pink Countess Eva roses, and many more superior breeds. The tower's top provided the best viewpoint for appreciating the rose garden.

“Oh my god, Isaac.” Overnight, the garden had been filled with Moonlit Roses. Unlike regular roses, Moonlit Roses glowed under the moonlight – hence, their name. Werewolves often used them to express love, and because they were so unique, these flowers were also fairly expensive. To my knowledge, they cost at least a thousand dollars per bloom. And now I was staring at an entire garden filled with them, a breathtaking sea of velvet petals swaying gently in the breeze.

No wonder I missed it yesterday, I thought to myself. Inside the vase was a single white rose. I was instantly filled with delight as I saw it but the feeling was only momentary because as I went closer to touch the rose, I saw that it had no life. The fragile flower was bent downwards, looking sad. "Oh you poor thing. All alone and abandoned. No one took care of you did they?" I spoke to it while caressing it's petals. Must have been a beautiful little thing. But sadly now it's wilted.

I give them to her. "I love roses but the fact you brought the red ones scores you another point in my book." she smells them. "Good to know that." I grin. "But you know you needn't have brought them anyway." she stares. "I wanted to." I reply. I was passing this flower shop when I saw these good looking roses. My mind immediately went to Della and I knew I had to get her a bouquet. "Okay. A minute, I need to put these in a vase." I wait for her from outside before she returns all set. We get inside the car and I fire the engine to the busy street.