18th Roses Novels & Stories

I smiled. Rose had mud covering her clothes, with splashes of water on her top as well. "You should change your clothes, otherwise you will catch a cold." She nodded with a sheepish smile, "I went to collect water from the river but slipped over the rock and fell." I paused but continued stirring again...the river. "Can you add the final petals and stir this? I have some work to do." Rose looked at me in shock and to my surprise, she shook her head in a no immediately, "I can't do that, you shall always complete your work other..."

Claec's gentle hand had reached over to pet through her overflowing and untamed brown locks, and those warm eyes landed on her again, "What is your favorite flower, lil miss?" She had hesitated. "I like…" She bit her lip, trying to think, but only one answer came to mind, "roses." Claec had liked those best, and roses reminded her of… Warm eyes. An amused chuckle hit her ears, "Red ones?" "No." The lie escaped her mouth without a hitch. SCRATCH.

Getting back on my feet, I made my way towards the bath where a few other maids were waiting for me already as the intoxicating smell of roses became a part of the atmosphere. I got out of the bath smelling myself as the sharp scent of roses had deeply penetrated my skin. Water dripped down my fair skin as I stood up and walked away from the bath. When I was done with everything, I saw a maid bringing an extravagant light pink gown which had white butterflies and flowers decorated all over the bodice as the skirt was quite puffy and pretty. I noticed that Mrs.Hanzah tied the corset a bit tighter than usual. My hair was styled into a formal braided bun as I looked marvelous. Walking towards t

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.

He stayed in the car and waited. Holding a bouquet of white roses, Daisy slowly walked through rows of gravestones until she stopped in front of the one tucked away in the farthest corner. The stone bore only Dario's name and the years of his birth and death. In the photograph, he had on a black suit. His distinct features were exactly the same as the first time Daisy had met him. She placed the white roses in front of the gravestone and stood there silently for a long time. Finally, she said softly, "When I said I wouldn't forgive you, I meant it. But I don't hate you anymore either. Rest in peace."

The delivery personnel announced loudly, “These roses are from Mr. Samuel Hayes of the Hayes Group, sent to Miss Cynthia Rivera to congratulate her on the successful completion of her debut film.” Samuel Hayes, the young master of the Hayes Group, sent these roses to celebrate Miss Cynthia's first film project. Thalia was the first to excitedly scream, “Young Master Hayes has sent roses! How romantic!” Fanny followed, exclaiming, “Oh my gosh, I love the crimson roses! They’re so beautiful.” The delivery personnel continued to transport roses back and forth, creating a continuous flow. Before long, the entire set was covered in roses. The sweet fragrance of the roses filled the air, their red

It was an irrefutable fact. Red roses.

I brushed my thumb over the petal and explained, “Why black rose? I want to know.” His eyes were fixated on the rose in my hand as he swallowed before opening his mouth, “Because nothing depicts me better than a black rose. The black rose is a symbolic flower with multiple meanings and interpretations. It represents intensity, darkness, passion, rebellion, and dominance, all of which resonate with my personality. A black rose is also a symbol of mystery, unknown, and unrequited feelings, which perfectly portrays whatever is between us.”

He replied and waved it in the air. Aiden smiled. “Okay what do we have to do?!.” He asked. “We need a black rose, one hundred candles each with a different color. A blue rose and …” “Liam, hold up!!. Black roses don't exist!.” Helios said. “Neither does blue!!.” Marshal and Aiden said. “The exist!, the black roses Yennefer used are substitutes, she used the blood of a…” “A what?!.” They asked him. “A Brachiopods!.”

All the goods were dazzling and luxurious. The most eye-catching piece of decoration was the sea of roses. The whole wedding venue was awash in pink roses. They were so warm and romantic that it was intoxicating. In order to set up these roses, Jenna had spent a handsome fee to hire the most famous team, Rosebest, for an elaborate design.