Whiteroses Stories

Welp. It started with 12 secrets. It ended with 12 secrets. That's all I can say.

Against the great odds that stood against her, Katniss Everdeen has survived two Hunger Games, a rebellion, and the deaths of loved ones and friends. She's been through a lot, but still shows how strong she is by not giving in to the nightmares that haunt her. With help from friends and her husband, Peeta, Katniss has learned to play a new game. A game of pushing forward. But as the blood-sented roses show, Katniss is still in a arena that she can't escape from. Years and years of hiding the truth, blocking out the lies, Katniss will learn that some prices can not be paid. Will Katniss Everdeen be able to rise up and become a victor? Or was she even a victor in the first place? Some games you have to fight for. And some, the battle has already been made. Are the odds in her favor now? Read to find out!!

"White roses. A symbol of everlasting love and purity, unlike you, i assume. What could a pretty thing like you possibly be doing out here?" Princess Adira of Pershore's life was going to flip. Born into royalty and status, she was going to explore her country. Specifically, a town 170.59 km from her sanctuary. The outskirts of London, England. Not a place for a royal. But he's different. He's a commoner, and she's the commonwealth. His white roses made her feel safe. He made her feel safe. He made her feel welcome, behind the cameras, until she was pulled back into her reality. Pulled away from her white roses.

_________________________________________ <- White roses were her favourites-> < - A gift of white roses also says "You're heavenly." - > _________________________________________ {Comments and votes are highly appreciated}

A special thanks to Steel Darkness for getting me in to this show. Anyway this is a collection of one shots, contains shipping, smut and maybe a little lemon here and there.

When the everyday schoolgirl Mitsuki wanders into the forest after school one day and stumbles across a swirling portal hidden in a field of white roses, everything changes. Her world turns upside down when she steps into it, and her ears grow on the top of her head, her hair turns a soft white, and has the same white roses as there were in the field on top of her head. She wanders around the strange city forming in front of her, where she met the people who changed her life.

"So this is where the portal brig me,' Her eyes darted everywhere, looking in the unfamiliar sights. A big field, this place looks so... ancient. Aesthetic building is everywhere like it was made to take a wedding photos. Where is this place, if it's real, this place must be famous and known. It was 15 minutes ago since I teleport to this field. A portal appear in front of my bed, loud and bright enough to wake me up. my phone rings, my finger swipe the answer button as I see his name appear. "Come here! there is a portal in front of my bed. It's so disturbing," "Just enter it," He whispered. "What? I can't hear you!" "Just enter it! Save us!" "What do you mean-" The portal sucks me in like a blackhole, that is how I come to this place. At first I thought it was a dream since I was sleeping peacefully at my bed before, not until I bleed my arms several times. why am I... the choosen one?

Sci-fi story I wrote for school.

In the heart of the city, nestled behind wrought iron gates, lay the White Rose Garden- a sanctuary of pristine beauty and tranquillity. The delicate petals of the roses glistened under the moonlight, their pure white hue a stark contrast to the dark secret they now concealed. Detective Evelynn Chase arrived at the scene, the scent of roses mingling with the metallic tang of blood. The victim, Victoria Kensington, a prominent local philanthropist, lay sprawled among the blooms, her lifeless eyes staring up and the stars. The scene was almost poetic in its horror , the white roses now stained with crimson. As Evelynn meticulously examined the scene, a chilling realization began to take root. The clues, subtle yet unmistakable, pointed to someone she knew intimately. Someone she trusted. Someone she loved. Unbeknownst to Evelynn, her culprit, the charming and enigmatic Damien Blackwood , harboured a dark secret. Behind his captivating smile and gentle demeaner lay a calculating mind, capable of orchestrating the perfect crime. As the investigation deepened, Evelynn found herself torn between her duty as a detective and her feelings for Damien. The White Rose Garden, once a symbol of purity, had become the backdrop for the tale of love, betrayal and murder. And as the petals continued to fall, Evelynn faced the ultimate dilemma: to follow the evidence or her heart.

The life of a Teen is really hard. Sean's life challenges him right now very much. He gets to know his problems very well at the moment and he learns about the really bad things in his life. And he learns that there is more about his best friend than he thought. There are many things he didn't even noticed by now. What he first noticed was the white roses. They are very often in the drawings of his best friend. And seem to mean something special.

unfinished feeling.

Pretty white roses, stained in red Pretty blue birds, drop down dead Pretty pale girls, fake a cry Now the White Roses will wither and die Olivia and Jess received a letter giving a them a chance of a lifetime and both decided to enter the competition along with 16 others, never expecting to find themselves in a deceitful game of life and death. How far will they go? WELCOME TO THE WHITE ROSE ACADEMY ENTRANCE EXAM. ARE YOU READY TO PAINT WHITE ROSES RED?

Fictional Love Story with Racism complications. This story contains Violence, Mental health issues, Sex and/or nudity scenes. ---------------------------------------------- • I'm sorry Marcus, but I will not tolerate the fact of you Dating this... girl. * His father looks at me to head to toe while saying those things. What is his problem?* _ I didn't ask for your permission, Father. - Look, Mr. & Mrs. Marchetti... With all due Respect, I really don't understand what's your problem with people of colour like me. I love your son and that should be way enough to accept that I'm good for him. • Don't dare talk to me like that! _ Mum please stop! • Marcus this is Ridiculous! _ But Mum I love her! ...

His eyes, his brows, his sweet red lips, the whole being he is.. is holding my whole entity. I wonder how can I move on from the fact that he left me behind? that he doesn't want me anymore? that he made me fall inloved hard and then gave me up right away? why did he do that? Why did he gave up and leave me hanging? How can I move on from Jon Maxwell? How can I move on from the fact that I still love him? Hey guys this will be a very short sort of Noah fan-fic rendition. Thank you 💙

This a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Copyright 2017 By alymauntol

okay i know im fucking ugly

A Diary of Many Valentines is not just a poetry collection, it's a love experience. This yearly anthology brings together diverse voices, from across Nigeria, all the way to the United Kingdom. Capturing love in its rawest forms: passion, longing, regret, devotion, and even humor. From love that defies distance to the ache of what should never have been, each poem is an entry in this ever-growing diary of the heart. Whether you're deeply in love, recovering from it, or just here for the poetry, this collection offers a piece of love's story that will speak to you. Dive in, feel something, and maybe, just maybe-see love in a new light.

it's a horror story but there are no jumpscares It's all about past and future. love will always find a way... Then why white roses lysandra is equally confused as we are.....