Roses Are Red Violets Are Blue Poems For Her

Love has many colours every colour has its own side. Join the journey of our characters to see every shade of loveIts a collection of short stories with many different shades of love

My fiance told me, "When you grow flowers more colorful than Dimonous roses, we'll get married in a rose garden." With that as my goal, I worked day and night to care for the roses. Until one day when his first love said she wanted to see a rain of roses, my fiance shoveled 50 acres of my roses to make her smile. "Jeffrey, will Audrey be mad at us?" Jeffrey took out a ten-karat diamond ring from his pocket and knelt on one knee. "It doesn't matter. The only person I love is you." Pain pierced my heart. I called home, "Dad, if I break up with him, is the offer still open? Can I still inherit the family fortune?"

||Roses|| Copyrighted 2021 When two people meet their fate but in very different ways. Rose was stripper. Paying for her own bills. A girl with enough determination to move on her life by earning some money in the side hustle. When she met Kaden she knew he was someone different. He was quite. Reserved. A bouncer at the club. She never knew he had his eyes on her from very day her innocent face was seen in that club. While they both faced their attraction for each other Coby had his own girl to look after. Unfortunately. He just couldn't bring hinself to take her away with him on his dangerous life.

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming. The city was already cracking beneath me. Power grids flickering like dying stars. Tech failing. Screens static. The sky bruising in strange new colors. Everyone said it was coincidence. Collapse. Noise. But I knew better. The moment I felt her breath on my skin — even if I couldn’t see her — I knew the end had already arrived. And I had something to do with it. Ten butterflies followed me after that. Not literal ones. Not always. They shimmered in my periphery. Each the wrong color. Each too vivid. Each drawn to me like heat to blood. They touched me in dreams. They watched me when I undressed. They whispered without words. I could taste their want. Some called me cursed. Broken. Unstable. But the truth is simpler. I’m blooming again — and they all feel it. They don’t love me. They remember me. They remember what I used to be — what I still am, underneath the silence. One of them burned me with just a kiss. One broke my spine with kindness. One slid her hand under my shirt like it was always hers. One cries when she touches me. One never speaks, but her eyes dig. One wants to keep me. One wants to ruin me. And one just wants to finish what we started. They think I’m choosing. I’m not. My body already did. And now the bloom inside me is turning darker.

Seavora, Carmoria After seven years of a long-distance marriage, I was finally transferred to Leah Lambert's city. On Valentine's Day, I crossed Carmoria with my transfer papers, a big bouquet of roses, and a new diamond ring hidden in the bouquet. I waited outside her office, ready to surprise her. "Babe, where are you?" The second she walked out, I video-called her. I'd been counting down to this moment for years. Her voice was as gentle as ever. "Just got off work. What's up?" "Nothing. Just miss you. Do you miss me?" "Of course I do." A smile tugged at my lips. Thinking about her reaction when she saw me, I stepped toward her. "Really? Then turn around and—" My voice cut out. I froze. Her arm was wrapped around a man in a suit. Then she lifted her head and kissed the man. "If it's not urgent, I'll call you when I'm free. I have something important to do right now." She hung up. I stood in the cold and heard the man tease, "Babe, what's so important?" The woman I'd loved through college and seven years of marriage didn't hesitate. "Being with you." Tears hit the roses. I stared at the diamond ring nestled in the bouquet and let out a bitter laugh. So that's all I am to you? Someone who only matters when it's convenient.

Edwin, loving and loyal husband is stuck with a prostitute in a cheap hotel room. Rosie's eyes prick and her heart is slaughtered when Edwin addresses her ""Fuck you bitch. You whore. How could you?" Rosie had trie dher best to woo him and to give hime the best of his nights, her only incentive being the cash that she could take home with her, but this guy was different. Edwin loved his wife Stella too much to even cheat on her in his dreams. After all Stella was his first love. But there was a lot of trouble in paradise. As fate could have it, Rosie and Edwin bumped into each other a lot of times and Rosie could not help but fall in love with a thorough gentleman, if life could be any less cruel for her love was a forbidden fruit. The home wrecker here works a reverse way out making her customer fall for his wife all over again. Join the journey to see how the home breaker turns into a home mender. Will there be another Love-Triangle? Whose heart is about to break Edwin, Rosie or Stella? Will there be pain , suffering or happy ending? Stay tuned to learn more