14 Roses Novels & Stories

She carried the white roses like a child and picked up the red roses, she needs to find a verse for both of them, she thought. After finding a verse and adding water to the flowers, Sasha stood admiring the white roses, her slender fingers caressed the petals and she smiled so lovingly, what she wouldn't give to know the sender but he was always cautious, not for once had he mistakenly wrote his name in his note, even though she could tell it was handwritten, just why won't he add his name and why did he send her the flowers now? Could it be because he could see that she is having issues with her marriage and just want to put a smile on her face? It's possible, she thought and a sweet smile

Sean said before he made a rose appear seemingly from thin air, “A beautiful rose for the even more beautiful Claudia.” At those words Claudia’s expression darkened and she stood up causing her black gown to swirl around her matching the stormy look in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” he said while wondering why Claudia wasn’t teasing him about being corny like she normally would. At that Claudia looked at him and took the rose from his hand but said as she pricked her finger with a thorn, “Yes, a rose is beautiful, but it is dangerous due to its thorns. Like the rose, I may be beautiful, but I am a predator of the night. A monster wrapped in a pretty skin.” As she finish

I nodded my head again feeling a twinge of pity in my heart, she sounded kind of frustrated and seemed to really need the scholarship, it's a good thing that there are ten available slots for applicants though, because I still wanted to win badly. She was still staring at me, obviously expecting me to say something “Sorry about that” I eventually opted for “I hope we both get two of those slots” and as an afterthought added “I'm Leila Adams” She laughed quietly “Yeah, I hope so too” “I like you” she added “You're quiet straightforward, you say what's on your mind the way you think it, it's nice”

Dante asked in excitement and Sebastian nodded. "Um..." He hummed, pinching his nose and stroking an imaginary beard. "Gosh, can't I just have all of them?" He mumbled but Sebastian heard him. "You can have a maximum of three." "Really? Then I choose Fred, Leo aaaand ... Xander." "Okay. You like them that much huh?"

Claec's gentle hand had reached over to pet through her overflowing and untamed brown locks, and those warm eyes landed on her again, "What is your favorite flower, lil miss?" She had hesitated. "I like…" She bit her lip, trying to think, but only one answer came to mind, "roses." Claec had liked those best, and roses reminded her of… Warm eyes. An amused chuckle hit her ears, "Red ones?" "No." The lie escaped her mouth without a hitch. SCRATCH.

The smoke, the fire, the lies—none of it mattered when he looked at her like that. His fingers brushed her cheek, slow and reverent. “I tried to stay away from you,” he said. “But you didn’t.” Their lips met in a crash of heat and confusion, need and fury. Her hands tangled in his hair. His mouth was urgent, devouring, worshipping. The kiss deepened, wild and consuming, like the fire roaring through the mansion. He pinned her against the wall, his hands exploring every inch of her with desperate intensity. She gasped as he kissed down her neck, her collarbone, pushing the fabric of her maid’s uniform aside like it offended him. Their breaths mingled in a haze of lust and smoke.

“Tease.” Rojean laughed, happy that she still makes him feel that way- kind of embarrassed though glad at the same time. “Why? Are you getting distracted?” she asked, repeating the same motion with her hips whilst looking directly into his eyes as if seducing him. “Of course, it’s really distracting.” Lucas smiled before pinching her chin. “But I’m still upset with you.” “You are?” she asked with a grin on her face. “Why don’t I make it up to you then?”

’ [We must ensure these roses are at their best next week] ‘Il Don insiste che il bouquet da sposa ha 24 rose bianche, 4 rose gialle e 4 rose di pesca. Vedete che questi sono perfetti, li proteggiamo anche per le asole da uomo.‘ [The Don insists the bridal bouquet has 24 white roses, 4 yellow roses and 4 peach roses. See these are perfect, we protect these for the men’s buttonholes too.]

I continue to look up at him, waiting for him to answer. ''My special someone is standing right in front of me. It wouldn't be a surprise if I give it to her,'' He replies, making my heartbeat raising every second due to his gaze and his answer. Our eyes meet once more, this time it's as if we're trying to say something has been kept for so long. ''I want to place them in my home. If you have orange roses, that would be nice.'' He continues, looking at the roses; looking for the orange roses but they're still at the back—haven't gotten the time to actually bring them out because people rarely ask for orange roses.

his subordinate asked, puzzled. "Order the finest fresh roses for me! I want nine hundred and ninety-nine of them!" Harlow's eyes narrowed as he chuckled darkly.