Withering Roses Novels & Stories

Jade replied shamelessly, "Oh, come now, they've known each other since they were kids. We're together! I'll let Allen take Rosie's name if that's fine with you." She then signaled for Allen to come over, but Allen did not budge. My mother smiled and said, "I've told you: it's better for our families to not have any further dealings. Stop all your bullcrap and get straight to the point." Jade's expression turned awkward as she said, "Actually, I came to apologize. Please have mercy on us. The Walters can't take this anymore!" "Why not? But Allen must admit that he was engaged with Rosie, and Lydia has been the third wheeler all along."

Rose says, no emotion in sight, My heart sinks, confused, "Why?" I ask, hurt tonight. Rose shrugs nonchalant, "Just do it," she says, No explanation, no affection, leaves me wondering what's real, what's fake ================== I stand frozen, holding flowers so dear, Discarded like our love, my heart filled with fear. "Rose, what's going on?" I ask, frustrated and blue, "Why are you pushing me away?" I'm desperate, what to do? Rose shrugs indifferent, "You're just too much,"

Finally, I am walking towards my fiancé, my king, and soon, my husband. As momentous steps carried me along the meticulously adorned carpet, I found myself immersed in a delicate sea of white rose petals. Each petal cradled my every step, releasing a subtle, sweet fragrance as I traversed the pathway. The air was imbued with the ethereal scent of white roses, creating an atmosphere of purity and serenity. The winter garden unfolded before me like a living dream. Ivory blossoms, cascading from gracefully arched branches, created a fragrant canopy overhead.

The room tilted, and yet I stayed rooted—watching my own happiness collapse. “C-Celine—” Adrian stammered, shoving Marielle off as though it made a difference. “How long?” My voice was a whisper, fragile and sharp all at once. “Wait, let me explain,” he begged, his hand reaching toward me. Marielle smirked faintly, her dress slipping from her shoulder. “Maybe you shouldn’t marry a man you can’t keep, sister.” The words sliced deeper than any blade. I laughed—a broken, bitter sound. “Explain? No. You already have.” My trembling fingers tugged off the engagement ring. The diamond that once blinded me now mocked me

"Daisy, don't blame yourself for my leaving. This time, it really is goodbye. Wear this wedding dress and marry the one who loves you. "Save a seat for me among your bridesmaids, and on the place card, write: 'Daisy's Best Friend'. And lastly, please don't cry for me. With love, Hedy."

he mumbles, bending down and kissing her. "You taste like salt water," she whispers back. His body feels warmer now, so she turns around and leans against his chest. He holds her from behind as they look out over the roses. When the sun has fully risen out of the sea, the roses wither and die, only at dawn or dusk will you have the chance to glimpse their exquisite splendor. "Can't you break the curse that you've put over the roses, Laurin?" she says quietly, turning around and looking up at his face.

She rushed over and slapped me hard, pointing at the black shrouds draped throughout the house, shouting, “You little brat! Are you insane? Do you want to die? I see you’ve gone mad! “You called to curse your Grandpa into prison, and now you hang these shrouds in the house? What do you think you’re doing?” Sophia, linking her arm with Mom’s, tried to appease her. “Yes, Charlotte, you can’t be upset just because Mom and Ethan went to Moonlake with me and didn’t bring you. “Look at all this is so morbid! And cursing Grandpa… Please don’t do that. Next time, we’ll take you with us, okay? Don’t blame me. I’m sorry…”

He growled louder this time. He walked up to me, standing directly infront of me. May was prancing around in my head and pretty much singing. 'MATE! MATE! MATE!' I was so confused. Mason was our mate, and we rejected him. Just as I finished my thought, I heard a low growl coming from, who I now know is Alpha Wyatt. His beautiful green eyes were swirling with black. He growled out once more, and what he said had me understanding what May was doing in my head. "MATE."

The petals were flushed with deep crimson, some were flushed with snowy white, their velvety folds heavy with dew. I favored these Bloodwine roses and snowflake roses, as Mira normally called them and I had bred them well to bloom despite the cold. Just... Like me. 'The sky seems to be whispering words to us. It's unfortunate we just can't understand... Something doesn't feel right' Diane stirred and I giggled. 'Its just the weather Diane'

The wards shiver again. Something’s testing them. My vision edges silver as the wolf presses closer to the surface. Let me out, it growls, low and hungry. I grit my teeth until my jaw aches. I can’t give in. Not yet. Not now. I follow the disturbance along the crumbling garden wall, past statues slick with dew. The roses here bloom black under moonlight, petals heavy with rain. They whisper as I pass, or maybe that’s just the magic twisting the air. The scent hits me like a blade.