Novel & Cerita Withering Roses

Looking at Bethany being consumed by her own madness, all I could feel was sorrow. Before leaving, I finally managed to formulate my first sentence after seeing Bethany. "You've plotted everything to the last detail, Bethany. Did you get what you wanted?" Bethany said nothing, and I could hear her sobbing from behind me. I left the precinct. It seemed like fate had played a cruel joke on me. If I could redo things, I would never fall in love again.

“Aren’t you going to put them in water?” I didn’t look at her. My eyes stayed on the roses — beautiful, red, and cruel in their perfection. “No,” I said quietly. “Let them dry out.” The words hung in the air like a closing door.

Not long enough for her to have fully recovered. She wasn’t running. Not yet. But she was hiding. And I wasn’t going to let her. — The scent of midnight roses filled the air, a dark, intoxicating mix of earth and petals. It should have been calming. It wasn’t. I stood at the edge of the overgrown garden, my sharp gaze scanning the wild expanse before me. The flowers swayed in the breeze, their deep reds and violets blending into the shadows. Tall trees loomed above, their branches casting jagged shapes against the moonlit sky.

[Kaden] "Rose!" I called her as I see her walking out, She didn't seem to hear and I forwn calling her again, louder and suddenly my phone rang I look down texting the guy back and asking him to call me back. "Rose" , She looked at me, but she somehow had this weird frown over her face, She seem tired. But we had to take her with us. I wasn't sure who exactly Aiden's men were after. But I couldn't risk him putting his hands on her.

I tried and soon I gave in and let my body give in to the pressure. “Sleep, tomorrow everything will be okay” his words were like a whisper but it was shouting to listen to him. I walk into the garden wall decorated with a variety of beautiful flowers, a white rose captures my attention from afar. Unlike the garden of the dark mansion which wasn't alone, this rose stood alone and was dying from the top right before my eyes. Before I could blink, the petals fell off one after the other and the stem rapidly dried off as if being hexed.

"My friend, Zoya I hope you liked the roses. It smells refreshing, isn't it? These roses are plucked from a little garden in the graveyard behind my house. How Ironic! Death and Life are in the same place." Zoya gulped as her smile faded and looked at the roses. She continues reading, "Still, my roses keep blooming every day without any fear you know why, because no matter what you have gone through, from where you have born and how much worst your past is, Love stands strong in every situation.Just like a lotus in the mud. But you know, the smell of these roses remains only for a while. Once the rose starts drying out, its smell starts fading away, its color starts changing and then one day

The crackle of fire whispered death. Inés staggered back from the door, the scent of burning fabric and flesh clawing at her throat. The shriek from the hallway still echoed in her ears, followed by a deafening silence that made her knees weak. Smoke slithered through the crack beneath the door like a serpent, hungry and relentless. She backed into the room, clutching the folder tight beneath her apron, the sharp corner digging into her ribs grounding her in reality. Her breath came in short gasps, but she forced herself to think. Fire meant destruction, but also distraction. If she could just find a way out….

"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." His smile froze. Tears rolled down his face. "No… It's not true… Rosa, you love me…" I dropped the wilted roses at his feet. "You're wrong. I did love you...but that was in another life. You murdered that love with your own hands, and my life along with it. All I have for you in this life is hate." I took Luca's arm and walked past Carlo without looking back. His cries echoed behind me, but none of that mattered to me anymore.

She started digging the wet dirt but her heart was so heavy as she thought that she'll never be seeing Vivar again. After hours of grieving, she decided to wander around the thick forest. She felt lost and didn't know what to do or where to go. It was still raining heavily and she's already shivering. But the pain inside her was more dominant than the cold. Her quivering lips were pale and her feeble feet could hardly step on the muddy pavement. She looks blank and wasted. Her garment was covered with blood stains and dirt. Anyone who will meet her would think she had killed someone and gone completely mad. After a few meters of aimless walking, she found a strange cave. It has beautiful whi

Her hair fanned out in the wind in layers like tentacles and blood trickled down her eyes as she spoke in nothing but echoes. "A blooming rose attracts two maidens. The scent of it shall cause the cherry blossoms to flourish and the Belladonna to wither. Love will find one and break the other. You, Alexios Rose, shall be the architect of all their undoing."