14 Roses Novels & Stories

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.

The gentle flicker of candlelight added a romantic glow, making the entire venue feel like it had been plucked from a fairy tale. Aria’s eyes roamed over the vibrant red roses that adorned the space, each petal a reminder of the love she and James shared. The choice of flowers was no coincidence—it was inspired by the first bouquet James had ever given her, a heartfelt gesture that had left a lasting impression. Smiling at the memory, she shifted her gaze to the bouquet she now held in her hands. It was a masterpiece, a cascade of lush red roses adorned with shimmering crystals and delicate white pearls. The intricate design gave it an air of sophistication, a reflection of the significance

Yet she took it with a beaming smile. “These are one hundred and one roses which symbolize eternal love. According to the botanical terminology, they translate to LOVE THAT DOESN'T WEAR OFF NOR FADE. May the almighty bless your love. Have a blessed evening.” With that, the gentleman bowed and excused himself. Kenya stayed glued to the side watching the flowers as though they would talk, then chuckled and chunked them to the side. "This was not how I thought things would turn out." She mumbled to herself, but loud enough for me to hear. I mirrored her chuckle and relaxed a little in my seat.

The red rose, symbolizing love and passion, mirrored the fiery energy of their connection. Kaia, surprised and touched by Beau's whimsical move, accepted the rose with a radiant smile. The exchange added a unique and personal touch to their union, creating a moment that would forever be etched in the memories of all who witnessed it. The red rose, now a part of their shared narrative, became a poignant symbol of the spontaneity and romance woven into the fabric of their love story.

He seems to enjoy this rose-thingy. "Nueve rosas simbolizan mi amor eterno (Nine roses symbolize my eternal love.)" He paused for a while after giving her a total of nine roses. She is looking at him as if she is asking if there is nothing more. "Diez Rosas porque eres perfecta a mis ojos (Ten roses because you're perfect in my eyes.)" He brushed his lips onto hers. They are almost doing a passionate kiss if only the la sirvienta did not knock at their door.

A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. ✾ “Your arm?” I blink reluctantly at the woman in front of me. Biting my bottom lip, I slowly raise my hand and show her my wrist. She grabs onto it, pulling it towards her. She smiles at me, or I think she does, the only part of her that I could see either way was her lips, the bottom part of her nose, and everything below her ankles. Then she pulls a small sharp pen from her pocket, stabs it on my wrist, making me flinch. The pen starts turning red, and just like that she had taken some of my blood.

Such an inspiration, she is. I quickly showered and wore a simple dress to start the day. . . . "My legs are killing me. Remind me never to go shopping with you, Ann", I groaned, as we entered the cafe BlossomBee. It was a homely place with a bunch of dandelions on each table. A delicious scent of coffee and muffins lingered in the air instantly making me relaxed. We ordered cinnamon rolls, pancakes, and blueberry muffins for brunch. The ambiance helped me become more cheery from a semi-querulous phase.

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.

But he didn't listen to her and immediately went straight inside his car. "Ste-Stephen!" Robin chased after him, but he didn't catch up with him yet. While he was driving, he suddenly caught his eye on a flower shop. "If I can buy her flowers? but what is her favorite flower?" he asked himself. But he also decided to skip it and go to another shop. This time he passed by a boutique shop, where there were many fitted dresses that would really suit Bea. "I should just take him with me next time." He said and he just passed it again.

Upon descending, she saw Mitbahl, Xavier, and Jackson gathered together, their gaze fixed on something outside the door, seemingly watching some commotion. Diana felt a twinge of curiosity. "What are you all looking at? Is there something interesting out there?" she asked. They turned to her, and Mitbahl stood up straight, his gaze somewhat evasive. "Madam, it's hard to explain. You should see for yourself..." Perplexed, Diana approached, and as she glanced outside, she noticed a vast expanse of roses spread across the villa's entrance. There seemed to be precisely nine hundred and ninety-nine of them, arranged densely.