14 Roses Novels & Stories

“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.

"Luo Luo, this flower is so particular!" Alice didn't know much about these things. When she heard Luo Luo's words, she was very curious. "Well, the red rose represents my love, and the lily represents a hundred years, but the eleven seeds mean a lifetime. The red rose represents a lifetime of love. The white lily lives a lifetime of love. The combination of this bunch of flowers means that I love you for a lifetime." If I'm not mistaken, there are a total of 520 red roses in it, which is the commonly used word I love.

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.

“You know, you are so romantic sometimes, when you get rid of those dumb flirtatious comments, you just know exactly what to say to a girl. I'm glad that you bumped into you that day and I'm glad that I said yes to that date.” "I'm glad too, meeting you was the best possible thing I ever did, also I thought you liked my flirting." “Your flirting depends on the day. Guess what? I still have the roses. Your sister takes care of them, every single rose is made to feel special.” He held onto my hands. “Do you wanna know something?” I nodded. “Each 1,000th rose represents 1,000 reasons why I love you.” “You know what that makes it seem like, right?”