65 Roses Condition Novels & Stories

"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.

The only thing she actually admired about the display was the object hanging securely on the wall, proudly standing out amongst the pictures aligning the walls with fond memories, the simple center piece of the room that drew it all together. It was the beautiful rose painting that Chris had found stored away in the closet beside the stairs. Lifting up her hand, the brunette gently brushed away the dust that had collected on its oak frame, the specks of gray fluttering past her vision. Alina still didn't have a clue where it had come from, but she had to admit, upon closer inspection, that it definitely had a certain appeal to it. Floating in the middle of a black lake with realistic ripples

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

“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.”

“Do you like it?” Henry asked Roxanne in a deep husky voice. When Roxanne stepped out of the mall, she gasped at what was in front of her. Henry was perched on the red dazzling Ferrari. It was filled with beautiful, deeply cupped double blossoms which had a vibrant ombre pink to apricot colour. These unique roses stood out and made the car look all the more beautiful. In addition, they emitted an intense sweet fragrance that surrounded the place.

“I'm just saying-“ “One hundred.” I cut him short and he stopped. “One hundred?” I nodded without looking at him. “One hundred black roses.” This made him stare at me, in disbelief like he thought I lost my sanity. “Conall, are you trying to apologize or declare war?” he asked. I almost laughed at such a question. “Just send the damn flowers.” “And should I put your name on them?” he asked. That was a vital question, but I already knew the answer to that.

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?”

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.