18th Roses Novels & Stories

*** "Sebastian? Sebastian! Sebastian where are you?" Gosh, where could he be? Zeke took the stairs to the back and proceeded to the green house. "Sebastian!" He called as he entered. He heard some rustling ahead by the rose plantation so he approached. He sighed he relief when he saw Sebastian sitting on a bench by the rose flowers. "Here you are." Sebastian didn't raise his head to him. Zeke joined him on the bench. Non of them said anything for the first two minutes until Zeke broke the awkward silence.

Sam rambled on and then drank juice to stop what non-smooth thing she might say next. " I really like the flowers. I didn't even know roses came in those kinds of colours." Katie said unable to stop smiling. " The red and white ones in the center mean unity. The dark pink ones mean gratitude. The yellow with red tips mean ' I want to get to know you". The violet ones mean Royalty and the lilac are for romance." Sam said very proud of the thought that had gone into buying the bouquet. She wasn't going to mention that some of the roses also meant 'love at first sight' and 'falling in love'.

Trisha’s P.O.V I walked out of the room with my father, Lucas and Rose following behind us, but they separated from us as we neared the altar. The music was light and the entire hall was filled with the scent of fragrant flowers. White roses were used as decoration, but within the purity of the white, I spotted the dark velvet petals of the black roses. However, behind the altar, there was a humongous garland made completely of black roses and it was just magnificent.

Because the customer specifically requested that the thorns not be removed, my hands were covered in blood by the time I finished wrapping them. When I personally took a cab to deliver them, the woman who received the flowers was this woman, Anne Chase. In the center of the roses was a card the customer had requested. "To the love of my life, Anne. From: L.H." Only at that moment did I realize L.H. was Lucas Hart. He knew very well that because I needed money, I would never turn down such a large order.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• Caroline sat beside her mother, Agatha, flipping through the glossy pages of a wedding catalog, scanning the carefully curated arrangements of flowers. Soft sunlight poured through the window, illuminating the pages, casting a gentle glow over the delicate bouquets displayed on each spread. Agatha’s fingers lingered over an image of pristine white roses, her expression calm yet decisive. "White roses," she said firmly, tapping the picture with purpose. "Classic, elegant. They symbolize purity and new beginnings. They’re perfect."

We all glanced at her and listened. "For the prom, attendees would be given roses." It'll be fastened to their chest. Red roses will be given to students, while black flowers will be given to outsiders. Black rose people are your targets, which suggests they are hunters, right?" What Theresa said soothed me. At the very least, I know Summer was safe if she has a red rose. *The next day* I was already planning on picking up Summer before heading to the prom. I hired the most well-known stylists in town to assist me in getting the pack ready.

"You just said that there are many flowers in total, how many?" "There are 99,999 pink roses. Pink roses represent youth and liveliness, which means that in the other party's heart, you will always be the original appearance." The words that sent the flowers not only shocked Cecelia, but also provided Cecelia with a very important piece of information, which was... This sentence, which had always been what it used to be, reminded her of Cyrus all of a sudden.

“Just that night. My dad… he stocks 330-ml cans of Pale Pilsen in our fridge and he doesn’t always keep count. I only tried it that time in my room because…” “Because what?” “Well… because I was missing you so much.” “So now it’s my fault you’re an alky?” Kate teases. “No, I didn’t mean it like that, and I’m not an alky. It was just one beer!” The 18th Rose is an honor reserved for the debutante’s boyfriend so, in the eyes of everybody, Terra’s either that or is on his way to being that. Kate rests her head on his shoulder. She feels his body stiffen and his heart beat even faster than it already is.

Since then, Theo and I have had numerous arguments. There was a time I wandered into the garden and was captivated by the roses, heavy with blooms. Red roses are my weakness, and they were so vibrant and full that I couldn't resist picking a few. It was too late when the gardener stopped me, warning that I'd be in trouble because those roses were off-limits. He told me they had belonged to Theo’s late mother, planted in her memory, and he had forbidden anyone from picking them.