14 Roses Novels & Stories

He grabbed her and asked, "Why are you running away?" "I'm going to work." She patted his hand and looked around the office. She found that many colleagues were standing by. Some of them even took out their mobile phones to record and didn't intend to stop at all. "Don't worry!" He said with a smile. His blue and beautiful eyes were full of craftiness. He took out a bunch of roses from his back like magic. There should be nine roses in the bunch, all of which were extremely rare black roses. They were blooming, beautiful and charming. Their petals were like black velvet, with crystal dew on them. The fragrance of the flowers was overwhelming.

“Are you serious?” “Not as serious as Lover Boy is!” She steps aside. Right on cue, several men and women in uniform march in carrying vases of blood red roses, a large box tied with velvet ribbon, and yet another prenatal-packed smoothie with an itemized label of every ingredient slapped on the side. Okay. I might be enjoying the attention a little bit. Just the teensiest, tiniest little bit. “How many roses this time?” Hazel lets out a low whistle as she does a quick count. “Four dozen. And the expensive kind. Don’t these last a whole year?”

I clap with my hands when Chris finds the perfect spot on the bed for the bouquet of roses. I look around myself in complete satisfaction with my genius brain. I ordered 501 roses. Half red, half white. Put them in perfect order around Abigail's bed and ordered another bouquet of 101 roses to lay on the bed. It's just perfect. The strong scent of roses is suffocating, but it looks awesome! God helps the people who will clean after, though. And not only this, but I scattered rose petals from the front door to the bed. Too cheesy, you may say, but I find it romantic.

Roose said and anger was shown in her eyes. "A very Good morning My most Beautiful princess. This beautiful flower for the most beautiful person in the world! White Lily with Red Roses, just like you. I remember you always loved it. Take this and give a beautiful smile so that my day will be very beautiful." Marcas said all these loving things very sweetly and broke Christian and Roose's argument.

Darcy looked disheartened when she heard Ren badmouthing Kaze. Ren then pointed at the roses behind him and said, “Look at the 99,999 roses, I prepared them for you! If you look closely, you can even see your name.” Darcy got a closer look and actually saw her name in the color gradient on the petals. The workers must have arranged it without her knowing but she was not impressed at all. Ren’s method would work if he was trying to make some little girls happy.

I was utterly exhausted, yearning for some sleep. Looking out of the skylight, I was met with a vast, colorful sea of roses. The rose garden extended as far as the eye could see, spreading until it reached the horizon. Giselle informed me that Sebastian had employed over a hundred skilled gardeners to cultivate this garden, featuring rose varieties like Juliet roses, Louis XIV roses, Green Lemon roses, Rhodes roses, Pink Countess Eva roses, and many more superior breeds. The tower's top provided the best viewpoint for appreciating the rose garden.

“Err... Okay, Sir. What color of roses would you like?” “What? They have colors now?” Damn it! I thought they only came in red! What does Gabby even like? I already sent her a red rose earlier—what if she’s tired of that color? What am I supposed to do now? “Yes, Sir. We have a complete selection—red, pink, orange, white, lavender, blue, and yellow roses.” “Damn!” I cursed. There are that many kinds of roses?! The only one I knew was red! Damn it! Why does courting a girl have to involve flowers anyway? This is riling me up! “Deliver every kind of rose you have there.”

The three of them stepped back into the club. Just then, a waiter pushed in a massive bouquet of red roses. "Mr. Hardy, here are the 999 roses you ordered for Miss Seraphine Cox." In that instant, the atmosphere shifted. Luke's expression darkened first. Nine hundred ninety-nine roses symbolized an all-consuming love—anyone witnessing such a grand gesture would read into it. He stole a glance at Daphne, a flicker of unease in his eyes, but she remained unfazed.

“What for? If I may ask.” “Just do it. Will it be available on Thursday?” “Of course. Anything else?” “Flowers. Two dozen of white— wait. Aside from roses, what flowers a few women like?” “Few?” She arched a brow humorously. “Yeah.” Venus had a funny look on her face. “All right, lover boy. If it’s a romantic gesture, there should be roses, but I’ll take care of the rest. Where should I send this?”

He asked and I shook my head sideways in negative. “Okay. So moving on, you might not always be in a situation where you have to think about flowers , you need to be able to change at will.” He said. Immediately he said that his eyes changed color, the color was different from mine. It was kind of wine, then it changed to deep red then back to normal.