65 Roses Condition Novels & Stories

“Is this yours?" The immediate answer came out her mouth when she saw it, "No, why—" She froze, and Chris looked at her, the concern brewing in his eyes. But she couldn’t help but to stare at the gift, knowing exactly what it was. A Resin Rose, wrapped with thorns of grief; exactly like the picture. The moon so delicate, handmade and one of a kind. "Claec…" Her hand cupped the gift, pulling it away from him. Chris stared at her in confusion, his hands feeling empty, "who's that?"

He throws my body onto his bed and I bounce for a second before his body is on me, his hardening length pressing into the spot between my legs. I try to twist my body and crawl away but Richard is immovable. “Stop!” I cry out, feeling sick to my stomach with fear. Richard forces my legs apart with his body and forces his hands beneath my short black dress. He grips my thighs hard, not enough to bruise as evidence he’d hurt me but just enough to make me feel pain. “Your bodies perfect, Rose. Even some of the female vampires couldn’t compare to you.” He opens a draw and to my horror he pulls out a pair of hand cuffs. Even with me struggling to escape, he managed to handcuff my wrists so they’r

It took her roughly 3 seconds to recompose herself and ask, “How many roses are there?” The delivery woman came up to her with a smile and said, “There is a total of 9,999 roses here, including 3,333 red roses, 3,333 white roses, and 3,333 pink roses.” “Oh god!” Sotiria’s eyes widened in surprise. At the same time, the corner of her lips curled up in relief. “He sent me so many roses… Where am I supposed to put them? Does he want every room in my house to be filled with roses?”

Why did I go to that extent for just a rose? #TBC

The short walk to the living room felt like an eternity. As I pushed open the door, a sight of unimaginable beauty greeted me. The room was awash with the vibrant hues of roses. Bouquets upon bouquets of them were scattered everywhere, their velvety petals in shades of red, pink, and white. The sweet, intoxicating fragrance of the roses filled the air, enveloping the room in a warm embrace. The roses were arranged meticulously, their stems trimmed to perfection, their leaves glossy and green. Each bouquet was wrapped in delicate tissue, tied with a satin ribbon. The room was so densely packed with these bouquets that there was barely any space to walk.

The aroma of the roses permeated the whole place—it was obvious that the roses were of a precious variety. “Looks like we have something fun to watch tonight!”

He takes a slow breath and makes his way over to me holding out the rose. “You look absolutely exquisite,” he breathes, and I feel my cheeks heat up. I take the rose and sniff it instinctively. I’m surprised when I can smell that it’s real; there’s no colouring chemicals. I had no idea green roses even existed. It’s a very soft green, a kind of tea green shade but it’s beautiful, nonetheless. I smile up at him in awe to find him still staring at me. “I can’t believe you did all this for me, thank you, Marcus. I don’t know what to say,” I tell him as I feel myself getting choked up with emotions.

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.

She yelled. I sat back, my head ringing with a touch of madness. Black roses. A dead cat. The same exact things that had happened to me. My mouth went dry. "Zara, what did the roses look like exactly?" "What do you mean what did they look like? They were black roses, Aria. Dead, withered, horrible black roses with a note that said 'You're next.'" My flowers had been fresh roses. Did the difference in our roses make a difference?

Maisie silently gazed at Rose, patiently waiting for her to proceed. "The first condition is that you apologize to me and my aunt for what happened before," Rose stated firmly. Maisie listened calmly. After a sip of her tea, she calmly inquired, "And what's the second?" Rose's eyes instinctively darted toward Andrew. Seeing his captivating face and noble demeanor, her breathing quickened slightly, and she couldn't help but feel a flutter in her heart. Rose bit her lower lip. "And I want him..." Andrew frowned slightly, and his dark eyes were cold enough to freeze. Sensing a chill in his gaze, Rose couldn't help but clasp her hands tightly in her lap.