14 Roses Novels & Stories

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?”

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.

“I want a bouquet of roses for my fiancée. I’m looking at ninety-nine roses. Please bundle them up for me. I want to take it with me in a bit.” “Sure.”

Towering trees formed a majestic canopy overhead, their branches reaching towards the sky, while delicate flowers carpeted the ground below in a riot of hues. As they ventured deeper into this enchanting oasis, their senses were captivated by the sweet scent of blooming roses, their petals unfurling like delicate kisses. The vibrant reds, pinks, and whites of the roses stood out against the lush greenery, adding splashes of romance to the scene. Amidst the roses, graceful lilies stood tall, their pure white blossoms exuding elegance and serenity.

He opens up the first dozen roses and begins to tear the pretty red buds off of them. He scatters them in a jagged red path from the bathroom doorway to the rug in front of the fireplace. In the end, he was required to use all the roses except three. He leaves a single one at both the beginning of his path, and one at the end.

Then, with a snap of his fingers, a small group of men in black emerged, their arms laden with bouquets. “Take them inside,” His voice was thick with command and Rosealba could not help but notice the sternness of his voice and the coldness of his expression as he gave those orders, but her attention wavered as she took in the sheer volume of flowers—roses, lilies, hydrangeas—delicate and abundant. Four bundles came, then five, and still more followed, filling her shop. Her lips parted, but no words came. She stared at Drystan, then at the endless stream of blooms. Her lashes fluttered as disbelief mingled with wonder.

The little brother next to him flattered. Prince Long grunted and took out a large bunch of roses from the backseat, red, orange, red, green, blue and purple in every color. Gathering so many different colors of roses was obviously costly, but together they were indescribably vulgar, as if they were a bunch of dyed plastic products.

A man in the uniform of the florist comes here with a big red heart made of roses. The big red heart Is so huge, almost 2 meters high, and the spacious office is crowded immediately. "Wow, the vulgar plot of the idol plays is staged live! How much does such a huge bundle of roses cost?" Sunny stands beside Nina and marvels. Her white face is full of admire. Nina is speechless. "Miss, there are 9999 roses in total. Please sign to acknowledge the receipt." The florist worker takes out the list for her to sign.

I asked. "All of them are okay." This man is not alright. "Alexei," I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. "I don't have time for those things, Rose. I'm a busy man," he said honestly and I waved him off. "I like red," I decided to tell him. "The color fits you perfectly," he said and I smiled.