14 Roses Novels & Stories

Except two grandpas who are billionaires but family. Setup: Elise arranged 100 white roses and 100 red roses. White roses for her mother-in-law Rose who loved white roses. Red roses for love. In middle, one big box, wrapped in Zara paper - not Dior paper, Zara paper, because Rose hates Dior - with sign: Fourth Rose or First No Junior? Inside box: If girl, pink Dior strawberry pajamas size tiny tiny tiny and white roses. If boy, blue Dior strawberry pajamas size tiny tiny tiny and blue roses? No, blue roses don't exist, so blue strawberries. Elise painted strawberries blue.

When the dishes were brought to the table, Yasmine saw that the fresh red roses in the vase had been divided into two bunches. She was very curious and checked the quantity. One bunch had 13 flowers, and the other bunch had 14 flowers. 1314? Yasmine's heart fluttered as she looked towards the two people on the sofa. Russell was accompanying Layne to play games, with Layne nestled in his arms. The duo, one big and one small, looked particularly harmonious. As if sensing something, Russell looked up and met Yasmine's gaze. Yasmine quickly turned around and entered the kitchen. She found herself a little afraid to meet Russell's gaze because his eyes were deep and full of tenderness, like a whi

Smith's accounts, there haven't been any transactions at all…" John tapped his fingers on the desk, irritable and growled coldly, "She's the one who planted the black roses, didn't she? Always playing such nonsensical tricks just to get me to go looking for her… Just to make me cave to her whims! "Go! Bring some men with you and search every inch of this villa. If she's really in this villa, make her kneel before Lara and apologize! "Also, dig those black roses out, root and all. The very sight of them irritates me!"

I said emphatically. Amanda’s face twisted in annoyance at my snobbish attitude, while David’s expression fell. I knew he had chosen the carnations because they were cheap. “I want roses,” I declared. “Red roses. A dozen on each table.” “Isn’t that a bit much?” Amanda asked, clearly irritated.

String lights cascaded above them, adding to the enchantment. Her gaze drifted downward, and her breath caught. The ground was a carpet of roses—red, white, and pink—arranged in a heart-shaped pattern so intricate it seemed almost unreal. Among the petals, candles flickered softly, their golden glow illuminating the arrangement with an ethereal warmth.

|| Narrator’s Pov || “These just came in this morning, miss. Fresh from the garden. We’ve got red roses, whites, yellows, pinks, lilies, mixed, anything you’d like.” the shop owner said while spraying water over the fresh petals. Rosa’s numb eyes drifted over the vibrant display before her lips parted faintly. “White.” The shop owner smiled at the pale girl. “Roses? Lilies or–” “Anything.” Rosa whispered faintly.

James shrugged his shoulders, "Wait a minute." After that, he turned and walked to the flower rack aside. Then he took out a bunch of flowers from there. He walked back to Elizabeth, "Honey, it's said that May 20th presents love. I wanted to prepare five hundred and twenty roses for you, but I didn't think it would be convenient for you to carry it, so I bought eleven roses for you. The meaning is the same, and maybe this meaning is better. But, I'll buy you the rest of the roses after you give birth to the child."

People were starting their day, shops were opening, and the sky was clear. The moment I saw a beautiful flower shop at the corner of a street, I asked Elvis to park the car on the side of the road, and we walked to the flower shop. I looked around the flower shop, and it had almost all kinds of flowers available: tulips, dahlias, peonies, roses, daisies, and lilies. But my eyes set on the prettiest looking pink roses. I asked the shop assistant to help me prepare a bouquet of twenty one roses with a pretty pink ribbon. Well, twenty one because he was turning twenty one today. So, it felt like the appropriate number. Once the bouquet was prepared, we got back in the car.

she questioned. “Well… I am in great confusion now…” he mumbled scanning the area. Suddenly his gaze stopped on the red roses. He pointed towards the rose and said, “that… I want them.” “Okay… how many?” she questioned pacing towards the rose. “I want them all…” he replied. In shock, the lady turned towards him and questioned, “What? Are you serious?” “Yes, I want them all. I need to make an apology, so a countable rose wouldn’t show how much I owe her an apology, isn’t it?” Shishir said with a smile.

Fresh, long-stemmed roses, their velvet petals a deep, crimson hue, adorned the table, exuding a sweet, intoxicating fragrance. Kimberly's gaze roamed the table, her mind racing with wonder. Where did the roses come from? And then, like a whispered secret, she remembered the garden. Had Nicholas really taken the time to pluck flowers just for their dinner? The thought sent a flutter through her chest, and she felt a smile spread across her face, touched by the thoughtful gesture.