14 Roses Novels & Stories

The scent of roses filled the air, their sweet fragrance captivating her senses. The atmosphere in Sean's penthouse suite was charged with anticipation as Katie stepped inside, her eyes widening in awe at the breathtaking scene before her. The soft glow of candlelight illuminated the room, creating an ethereal ambiance. She took in the delicate arrangement of roses, their petals velvety and inviting. It was a tableau of romance, a space where time seemed to stand still.

Each place setting is meticulously arranged, with fine porcelain plates and glistening silverware, shimmering under the soft glow of the candlelight. As the candle flames flicker, casting a warm and intimate glow, a centerpiece of vibrant red roses takes center stage. The roses are carefully arranged, their petals unfurling gracefully, radiating a passionate allure. They are nestled in a crystal vase, their fragrance filling the air and weaving a tapestry of romance that envelops the room.

Mesmerised, I stare at them as the butler comes to the bed, smiling. He gives it to Christian and disappears right away. Christian looks at the bouquet first and then at me. I can't wait to hold that beauty. "You want them?" He raises his eyebrows. "Yes", I nod excitedly just like a toddler does for chocolates. "They are so pretty" "183 roses for spending 183 days with me" He gives it to me but keeps holding it because it's too heavy. I stare at the blood-red petals. "Hey, I didn't give them to you for this", he suddenly came in between me and my lap where I have the roses.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• Caroline sat beside her mother, Agatha, flipping through the glossy pages of a wedding catalog, scanning the carefully curated arrangements of flowers. Soft sunlight poured through the window, illuminating the pages, casting a gentle glow over the delicate bouquets displayed on each spread. Agatha’s fingers lingered over an image of pristine white roses, her expression calm yet decisive. "White roses," she said firmly, tapping the picture with purpose. "Classic, elegant. They symbolize purity and new beginnings. They’re perfect."

"Ms. Doyle, I got you all 200 thousand pink roses that you requested." Anathea slowly walked in, looking composed.

“Cousin, stop fidgeting. Let me help you.” I have grown more comfortable around him since we all joined together with Rosie. Yes, he’s still a jerk, but he is also family. “There,” he pats me on the shoulder after adjusting my collar. “Let’s not keep her waiting, shall we?" Together, with my cousin at my back, we walk down the stairs into my living room where the rest of our guests are waiting. Every surface has been covered in roses of every imaginable color, harvested from Evander’s gardens, both on Terra and in Tara, a mixture of magical and traditional blooms--just like our Rosie, they are a mix of everything.

“I brought too many,” Eli said, standing in the doorway with an armful of white roses that were, genuinely, too many for the small hospital room. “The shop only had bunches of twelve and I didn’t know how to ask for fewer without it being weird, so I just. Bought four bunches.” “That’s forty eight roses,” Dave said, doing the maths instantly. “I know,” Eli said. “I counted on the bus. I had a lot of time to think about whether this was a mistake.”

And as Martinez stepped into the dark foyer, the heavy, suffocating scent of expensive, sweet floral perfume hit my nose, completely masking the smell of the night. Seraphina’s perfume. Martinez stopped dead in his tracks, his entire body turning into a solid block of ice beneath me as he stared into the dark, empty house.

And as usual when I get up from bed I get the urge to vomit but thanks to Dadi I have now remedy for it. I brush my teeth, wash up and get ready in royal blue and pink colored lehenga and wear simple jewelry and the necklace which Rudra gifted me in Parvatha. I eat some amla from one of the box to control my nausea a bit as I go to ring the bell to call Hira. But before I can do that Rudra comes in the room and he has a single red rose in his hand. He looks at me with sweetest smile and comes towards me.

Adeel said and Azisha got startled by his presence "When did you come? You had time to come." Azisha said "I just came now. Happy birthday Azisha," Adeel said and handed her the Rose bouquet Azisha smiled looking at the Rose bouquet. She is allergic to Roses and Adeel does not even know that. "I can not take them. Sorry I am allergic to them." Azisha said still smiling Adeel took that bouquet and placed it away. "it is ok, you do not have to say sorry. I am sorry I did not knew that you are allergic to them." Adeel apologised to her