65 Roses Condition Novels & Stories

I need to move fast. I sprint up the stairs to my bedroom. I grab my leather jacket from the bed. I do not even bother to zip it up. I run back down to the main hall and stop by the glass vase near the front door. Inside the vase sits a massive bouquet of Crimson Roses. I spent a fortune on them last week. They are rare. They are supposed to be completely irresistible to any high-ranked female wolf. The scent is thick and sweet, almost suffocating. I rip the flowers out of the vase. Water drips onto my boots and splashes across the polished floorboards.

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."

“Cousin, stop fidgeting. Let me help you.” I have grown more comfortable around him since we all joined together with Rosie. Yes, he’s still a jerk, but he is also family. “There,” he pats me on the shoulder after adjusting my collar. “Let’s not keep her waiting, shall we?" Together, with my cousin at my back, we walk down the stairs into my living room where the rest of our guests are waiting. Every surface has been covered in roses of every imaginable color, harvested from Evander’s gardens, both on Terra and in Tara, a mixture of magical and traditional blooms--just like our Rosie, they are a mix of everything.

The once sluggish and dry flowers suddenly blossomed into beautiful flowers and became even more beautiful as they grew together. That's why when Allen passed by their yard, he was surprised to see the blooming plants there. He could hardly remember where he buried the girl's ashes, even though they looked the same and were arranged differently. He was so angry that he hit the back of his head with his own hands and kicked the burn in front of him hard. There happened to be a housekeeper there who stumbled into the yard to clean. He called her and brought her closer to him. He asked what happened to the plants there and suddenly their arrangements changed. The assistant also answered him imm

Her voice was too smooth. I looked at the chest. “What’s inside?” I asked. “A charm for protection, Princess.” She answered. I felt Roses stir at my hip, wrapped against me in her sling. Her tiny fists clenched as if she knew something I didn’t. A faint glow around my neck gave a faint pulse, like a heartbeat answering hers. I was told it was a pearl and it could pulse anywhere in my body. Mara stepped forward. Too close. And then, Roses cried. Not a soft whimper but a shrill, panicked scream. The pearl flared, white-hot light spilling from it, so bright Mara hissed and dropped the chest.

Adeel said and Azisha got startled by his presence "When did you come? You had time to come." Azisha said "I just came now. Happy birthday Azisha," Adeel said and handed her the Rose bouquet Azisha smiled looking at the Rose bouquet. She is allergic to Roses and Adeel does not even know that. "I can not take them. Sorry I am allergic to them." Azisha said still smiling Adeel took that bouquet and placed it away. "it is ok, you do not have to say sorry. I am sorry I did not knew that you are allergic to them." Adeel apologised to her

She drank quickly, grounding herself. Lyon stood watching her with those caramel eyes. “Are you sure you’re ok? he asked. “It's fine,” she said, fanning herself, not daring herself to look at him. “I have a little asthma sometimes.” The doors opened. Everyone turned. Florists began walking in, carrying armfuls of red roses. Not a few bouquets, dozens. Enough to fill the space with color and scent, the deep red catching against the dim light of the bar.

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

The roses in the Vitale garden are not red. They are black baccara—a deep, velvety burgundy that looks like dried blood in the midday sun. I am on my knees in the dirt. It is part of the penance. Part of the show. I am wearing the grey uniform, stained at the knees with soil. My hands are gloved in rough canvas, holding a pair of heavy shears. Snip. I cut a deadhead from the bush. It falls to the ground, shriveled and brown.

I am sure this is after ages he is trying to be soft and polite to someone. I didn't want to show any tantrum so I just accepted the flower from him with a small smile on my lips. The sweet fragrance enveloped me, filling the air with a delightful scent as I brought it closer to see. It was a vibrant red rose, its petals vibrant and velvety, exuding an air of elegance and charm. Its thorns were sharp, a reminder of its feisty nature, while its fragrance carried a hint of sweetness. "It's the perfect representation of both feistiness and sweetness, just like you!" Vincenzo's words caught my attention.