65 Roses Condition Novels & Stories

He stopped. "We'll just wait for her till she gets out and drop her home for now." He nodded. "Kaden, I need to talk to you. About certain someone I once worked for. I need your help in it" I look at him and nod. "We have to take care of this situation first" I said walking inside. "Who are we dealing with?" I asked, my eyes staring at Rose as she danced over the floor. My hands clenching in fist everytime she took something off her body. She never went nude. But her in a bikini was enough to send me off.

She looks so beautiful with that flower and blushing like that. “Thank you for this” She replied smilingly. She sniff the flower for a bit moment. “This smells so good" She said slowly. “There are so many roses. No one ever give me this much before” She said as she adoringly look at the bouquet. “This bouquet has fifty roses. Do you know what it means?” I ask her. “Uhh no..I know some of them but not fifty” She said in a confusion. “Fifty roses indicates to signifies unconditional lover for forever. Isn’t that beautiful?” I said as I am looking at her. After hearing my answer she blush again. I guess she understand what I was talking about.

James shrugged his shoulders, "Wait a minute." After that, he turned and walked to the flower rack aside. Then he took out a bunch of flowers from there. He walked back to Elizabeth, "Honey, it's said that May 20th presents love. I wanted to prepare five hundred and twenty roses for you, but I didn't think it would be convenient for you to carry it, so I bought eleven roses for you. The meaning is the same, and maybe this meaning is better. But, I'll buy you the rest of the roses after you give birth to the child."

They seemed to express that I didn't want him anymore. Facing 50 acres of land, Jeffrey finally realized that I, like these departed roses, would not return. The roses had been given to another woman by him casually, and its owner would not return because of himself. I would no longer plant flowers for him. He would never see me holding roses and asking him, "The roses are ripe. When are we going to get married?" He realized that roses had feelings too. I was willing to be trapped in a greenhouse by him because of my love for him.

The sentiment expressed was so personal, so full of love, that it seemed to fit perfectly with the gifts. She smiled, her heart lifting at the thought of Alexander going out of his way to make her feel special. She took a moment to admire the bouquet, its vibrant colors and fragrant petals creating a beautiful contrast against the subtle gloom that had settled over her. The roses were a deep red, each bloom carefully arranged and tied with a delicate ribbon.

It was an irrefutable fact. Red roses.

“Oh my god, Isaac.” Overnight, the garden had been filled with Moonlit Roses. Unlike regular roses, Moonlit Roses glowed under the moonlight – hence, their name. Werewolves often used them to express love, and because they were so unique, these flowers were also fairly expensive. To my knowledge, they cost at least a thousand dollars per bloom. And now I was staring at an entire garden filled with them, a breathtaking sea of velvet petals swaying gently in the breeze.

“Is it me or does she seem a lot more relaxed around the customers nowadays?” I think for a moment about Ellis’ comment and watch her a bit better and I have to agree with him that she does seem more at ease in her movements. We continue to watch as the camera pans back to the entrance and the delivery guy opens the door with the bouquet in hand. The flowers are perfect. I requested two dozen natural red roses, but I also asked that they include a dozen blue fabric roses mixed in. I paid to have the thorns removed as well as I don’t want her to hurt herself when he gives them to her.

Inside, rows and rows of blooming roses stretched like a sea of red. The upper half of the glass roof reflected the deep blue of the night sky, while the warm lights inside lit the rose garden in dazzling color. “It’s for you,” Archer said quietly from above her. Aria looked up at him in shock. Was this man actually… being romantic? His face was unreadable, but the tips of his ears had turned a faint shade of red—not that she noticed. He spoke lightly, as if it was no big deal. “There are 999 roses in there. All red, all transplanted. I’ve got the housekeeper checking in on them, and I bring in a specialist now and then. Consider it a Valentines gift.”

she replied. "Nothing much... Means something happened," I said. "Well... I'll be fucking someone today," she replied making me choke on my spit. "You'll be doing what?" I asked like I had not just heard what she said. "You heard me right," she replied. "But.... What about your mate?" I questioned. "Look... Rosie. I'm an Omega. I accept my fate that my mate may probably never accept me when he realizes who I am," she responded. " So ... It's best I enjoy my life before I get old."