Rose Violet の小説・ストーリー

ROSALINA'S POV Pink, red, and purple lights intertwined above us, casting a sensual spell as we continued our passionate dance. Each color seemed to symbolize a different facet of our connection: pink for desire, red for fiery intensity, and purple for the electric chemistry that bound us together.

A hefty tip. The woman's eyes widened slightly, but she took it and uttered a low thanks before going back to do her job. "Yes," I murmured, still getting used to being associated with a name I knew almost nothing about except for the power and protection that came with it. "Nikolai," he held out a hand. "It is nice to meet you, Black Rose." I took his hand, not wanting to be rude. His palms were soft, dry, and the warmth of it caught me off guard. He held me longer than necessary before letting go.

She shrugged, "It just sounds so romantic." "It does." agreed Jasper filing that one away. He could certainly do that at the manor, and the chapel was quite a dark room anyway. He would text Francis, his butler. He would know what to do about that one. "Oh, and flowers, cream roses, cream roses everywhere." She laughed. "Just cream roses, nothing else to go with them?" "Hmm, how about violet? It's such a passionate colour." She said decidedly "Cream and violet, that sounds lovely. It sounds like you," he said, putting his head close to her ear. "Calm and then just a little bit naughty."

Science and all things unknown were her true passions. “If you don’t mind my asking, Violet. How much do you know about the rogue gene?” Sylvia’s hands were clasped together as she waited, and as I looked down at them I couldn’t help but notice the very obvious tan line where her wedding ring once was. “I know some things…” I told her, swallowing back the sour taste that filled my mouth and threatened to ruin my appetite. “Like how it’s caused by wolves reproducing with someone other than their mate. There’s no way to test for it, and it can suddenly appear at any point during adolescence and make them go crazy. It’s impossible to prevent and can’t be stopped or slowed down. Well, not perman

Vastria responded turning back to the rose. “That rose is a hybrid tea rose. She was made by accident in the garden with the Chinese red tea rose and a black rose that was gifted to me. Unfortunately, I do not know what type of black rose it was. The rose was a deep blue, nearly black. When the light catches it, you could see the deep blue shade. I am not ready to try making tea out of it just yet. It has a lovely fragrance though.” Mrs. Rosenburg gestured Vastria to follow her. “Wow, it is still amazing.” Vastria followed Remus’ mother. They came to the center of the garden where servants were setting a small table and chairs with mini sandwiches, a tea pot and teacups.

So charming. But rather than me, I know someone who would be perfect wearing it. Violet. Of course not me. Purple is her color. It's not an official rule but she's loved the color since we were toddlers. She has a rag doll in a purple dress. Wearing her color somehow feels wrong in so many ways "It's so beautiful but is there the other?" "how about this?" she shows another color. Crimson. So gallant embroidered with roses that looks so real. "um.. actually I was looking for something softer" I was embarrassed after saying it.

The note read: Violet, My beautiful love I have had a special team working on this hybrid rose for you. Ever since I saw the blue flame I knew I could find a way to show you my love for you. And to remind you that with both flames working together you can do amazing things to help others. I love you. Love Jaylor. P.S. Move the paper to reveal the other present. As soon as I removed the tissue paper I saw a note on top of a dress. The note said Happy birthday on it. As soon as I read the note I thought could it really be that time already? Is is really my sixteenth birthday today? I look down lost in my own thoughts and they immediately come to a halt as I let out a gasp when I see the dress

Seeing his beloved woman shining so brightly, Alfred widened his eyes perfectly until his mouth opened wide. "What about my appearance?" Violet asked, tossing her dress to seduce her lover. Alfred slowly stepped closer to him, then stroked his head with a twinkle in his eye. "You look like a real violet." "But the violets are purple, and the dress you chose is pink." “I deliberately chose pink because it has a symbol full of love and affection. While the purple color, many people say, has a bad meaning. Therefore, instead I chose that color, and I also indirectly gave you a code that I love you very much, Violet."

Fargus Dartmon then brought Uncle Rupert to Aveion a week after he was born. Years passed and Uncle Rupert found his mate, Raveena, the mother of Raven. My knowledge about Raven's parents was limited. I am clueless about what really happened to them. He seems reluctant to talk about them. All he told me is that he was already twenty-two when he joined the Crescent Moon Pack. "Raven, your back!" I run towards him and give him a tight hug. "You missed my birthday." He laughs showing off his perfect set of teeth while messing my hair. "The Scouts and I kind of wander too far but don't worry, I actually got you something."