14 Roses Novels & Stories

A drop of tear landed on the back of my hand. I ignored it and made a rose appear out of thin air just like a magician. "When we first started dating, you were nothing but a bouncer. The owner's enemies came looking for trouble. On Valentin's Day, you were severely injured and covered in blood. I was worried sick. I cried helplessly as I looked at your wounds. But what did you do? You pulled out a rose that you had been hiding, and it was covered in blood." Thomas chuckled as he took the rose from me.

“If you like it, I can buy one for you now. It’s just that this bouquet isn’t for you.” Madeline raised her eyebrows, pretending to be displeased. “Don’t tell me this is for Meredith? Red roses represent love. You indeed still love her.” “Are you jealous?” Jeremy smiled, locking his gaze on Madeline as it suddenly became serious. “Red roses represent love, but do you know what red roses and the number of them represent?” Upon hearing this, Madeline looked uncertainly at the large bouquet of roses. ‘There are about 99 flowers here, right?

The woman explained with a tone of regret. "Then how many roses do you have?" Marco asked. "Hmm ... wait a minute!" Said the woman stood up, then went out of the room! Wait a minute...yes!" She asked. Marco nodded, and waited in the room for about 2 minutes, until the woman came back into the room, Marco waited. "We only have 1000 stalks of red roses, 1000 stalks of white roses." Explained the flower shop owner. Marco took out a black card that was used to pay, the woman received a card ... She understood that this customers would absolutely buy all flowers she have now. She takes care of payments.

“Come on, man. Rosa’s looking hot tonight. She keeps smiling at you, and you’ve only got eyes for your beer.” Rome looked over at Rosa. She was hot. Long, red hair, and legs that never ended. She was definitely someone he’d be interested in getting to know better--if it weren’t for that phone call earlier. All he could think about was Ella. He’d even looked around the club, wondering if any of these girls could be her. But none of them looked like the picture he had of her in his mind. Dark hair, wide eyes, a beautiful smile…. No, he had a feeling his Ella wasn’t here tonight. “You should at least get up and dance,” Bart said, nudging him with his shoulder. “I need a wingman.”

He throws my body onto his bed and I bounce for a second before his body is on me, his hardening length pressing into the spot between my legs. I try to twist my body and crawl away but Richard is immovable. “Stop!” I cry out, feeling sick to my stomach with fear. Richard forces my legs apart with his body and forces his hands beneath my short black dress. He grips my thighs hard, not enough to bruise as evidence he’d hurt me but just enough to make me feel pain. “Your bodies perfect, Rose. Even some of the female vampires couldn’t compare to you.” He opens a draw and to my horror he pulls out a pair of hand cuffs. Even with me struggling to escape, he managed to handcuff my wrists so they’r

She beamed and said, “yes, I have talked to dad and he wants us to get married in the span of one month at most.” Rudra nodded and muttered, “fine, now please leave me alone. And for God’s sake, you are chief doctor and do some work.” Kiara moved out of the cabin and her minions instantly joined her tailing behind her. Rudra heaved a deep breath to control his anger that want to escape... he slumped in his chair and held his head in his hands. His gaze fell on the two frames on his table. One of his family with his three lovely angels and his father. His mother; Gayatri, his sister; Sanjana, and his grandmother. His lips curved into a small smile seeing them all smiling. But them his gaze fe

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

It took her roughly 3 seconds to recompose herself and ask, “How many roses are there?” The delivery woman came up to her with a smile and said, “There is a total of 9,999 roses here, including 3,333 red roses, 3,333 white roses, and 3,333 pink roses.” “Oh god!” Sotiria’s eyes widened in surprise. At the same time, the corner of her lips curled up in relief. “He sent me so many roses… Where am I supposed to put them? Does he want every room in my house to be filled with roses?”

They seemed to express that I didn't want him anymore. Facing 50 acres of land, Jeffrey finally realized that I, like these departed roses, would not return. The roses had been given to another woman by him casually, and its owner would not return because of himself. I would no longer plant flowers for him. He would never see me holding roses and asking him, "The roses are ripe. When are we going to get married?" He realized that roses had feelings too. I was willing to be trapped in a greenhouse by him because of my love for him.