Romans & histoires Ladybug Roses

"I couldn't agree more, Estella. Wildflowers have a certain charm and simplicity that captivates the heart. But I must admit, there's a special place in my heart for roses. Their delicate petals and intoxicating fragrance evoke a sense of romance and beauty." Estella's eyes widened with delight. "Roses are truly exquisite, Lucy. They symbolize so much—love, passion, and elegance. I can see why they hold a special place in your heart.". However, in the midst of their interaction, Lucy made a slip of the tongue, accidentally referring to Estella as Maddie. Estella's eyes widened in surprise, a perplexed expression crossing her face. "Maddie?" she echoed, her voice filled with curiosity. ⁷

Ada's manager wondered aloud worriedly. "I remember you like the gothic style, Ada. How about black roses?" Alyssa suggested with a grin. "Black roses?" Ada squealed in excitement. "We decorated the previous venue with ten tons of red roses. We don't have time to redecorate everything, but switching to Essagerian black roses would be easy." Ada's face was glowing. She had liked Alyssa's first event proposal, but this second one was her dream wedding. Black roses were symbols of mystery, desire, and possession. The symbolism was unique, cool, and romantic.

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!" The wedding designer looked attentively, cut the already written flowers and started scribbling what Ashley had said. Juana scoffed and the wedding designer pen stilled again, her head like a ball in tennis court flipped to Juana, "Absurd! We are having a wedding, not a funeral! Besides Rosa 'Ingrid Bergman' will give the venue an aromatic and romantic touch a wedding need!" The wedding designer head had turned to Juana and she started

Yuna was about to answer that when Minerva calmly interjected. "Yuna, let me tell them about the rose field," Minerva decided, making Yuna check on her for a few seconds before nodding. "Sure." She smiled and let the vampire elder share what she knew about the rose. "First of all, I knew them because both Monte Cruz and Escoffier had their background having a unique bond. And as I was saying about the Escoffier Rose Field, it was the only field that contained wolfsbane and silver, which was not good for any one of us. However, for some reason, this type of rose wasn't bad between the family of Orlok and the Escoffier. Since there was no bad effect in them, Rose Ann gave a plant to her vampir

She couldn't even bring herself to break the annoying alarm clock as this one was a customized one. The particular clock had a voice which always started with a sweet voice,"wakie wakie baby.... Rise and shine my queen..." But that was not the only reason, the reason we're never the words...nope... not at all... The reason was the voice... It belonged to Rudra... She still finds it a mystery to solve that how her friend caught a hold of Rudra's voice that too such sweet one... Groaning, she picked up her alarm clock on her nightstand, Sakshi looked at the time and said,

“It’s not black; it’s just a dark, dark red.” When she laughed for the second time in the last minute, getting a kick out of my shock, I looked over at her. “Wait, then…those seeds?” I whirled to take in the buds sprouting from the tiny starter pods. “Whatever they are, they aren’t midnight supreme roses, that’s for sure,” Isobel admitted, “because there’s no such thing as a black and blue rose.” I gulped, shocked and mortified that my gift had been…it’d been… “But the lady who worked in the flower shop said…she said…”

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.

He had only watched her from behind earlier, so he didn’t realize she was cutting the British Roses. “They smell really nice too. I didn’t know roses could have such a lovely fragrance.” He grew even more panicked when he saw the basket. Not only British Roses, but also Julia Roses, Grasshopper Roses, Madame Caroline Testout, Bourbon Roses, and even Blue Roses. All of those were Mawar’s treasured collection—rare types with very high value. “Aren’t they all super pretty?” Elizabeth smiled while sniffing the rose gently. Doctor John nodded with a stiff smile. Whatever trouble she might get into, he had already decided he would protect her.

She’d only known the man briefly, but he’d been kind to her in a place that had offered her nothing but games and danger. “And Thiago?” she asked. “He’s fine. Furious.” Gabriel looked her over. “There’s something you’re not telling me.” She licked her lips, torn between truth and survival. “Alonso’s not Alonso,” she blurted. “He’s Esteban Gallego.” Gabriel stared at her. “What?” “I overheard Thiago. He knows.” Gabriel’s jaw clenched. “If that’s true… then we’re in deeper trouble than I thought.”