65 Roses Condition Novels & Stories

I keep one arm securely clamped around her waist and turn toward the living room to guide her back, but my boots stop dead on the hardwood when I hit something. Jesus Christ. The roses. They are still here. I dart my eyes across the room, wide-eyed. And they are everywhere. I hadn’t factored in the square footage of the apartment when I demanded a florist deliver 2,555 roses. Fuck! It looks like a crime scene in here.

I smiled. Rose had mud covering her clothes, with splashes of water on her top as well. "You should change your clothes, otherwise you will catch a cold." She nodded with a sheepish smile, "I went to collect water from the river but slipped over the rock and fell." I paused but continued stirring again...the river. "Can you add the final petals and stir this? I have some work to do." Rose looked at me in shock and to my surprise, she shook her head in a no immediately, "I can't do that, you shall always complete your work other..."

Yet she took it with a beaming smile. “These are one hundred and one roses which symbolize eternal love. According to the botanical terminology, they translate to LOVE THAT DOESN'T WEAR OFF NOR FADE. May the almighty bless your love. Have a blessed evening.” With that, the gentleman bowed and excused himself. Kenya stayed glued to the side watching the flowers as though they would talk, then chuckled and chunked them to the side. "This was not how I thought things would turn out." She mumbled to herself, but loud enough for me to hear. I mirrored her chuckle and relaxed a little in my seat.

The irony hit hard. As we drove further in, we stopped in front of the second villa. I stepped out and gaped—it was the most beautiful one of all. Painted soft white and pastel pink, with tall glass windows gleaming under the afternoon sun. Inside, the living room took my breath away. Gold and blush accents framed the walls, and the air smelled faintly of vanilla—my favorite scent. What a coincidence, I thought. A woman, probably In her early fifties, appeared from what looked like the kitchen. She smiled gently and spoke quietly with the assistant. I barely listened, too overwhelmed to focus on their conversation.

Sean said before he made a rose appear seemingly from thin air, “A beautiful rose for the even more beautiful Claudia.” At those words Claudia’s expression darkened and she stood up causing her black gown to swirl around her matching the stormy look in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” he said while wondering why Claudia wasn’t teasing him about being corny like she normally would. At that Claudia looked at him and took the rose from his hand but said as she pricked her finger with a thorn, “Yes, a rose is beautiful, but it is dangerous due to its thorns. Like the rose, I may be beautiful, but I am a predator of the night. A monster wrapped in a pretty skin.” As she finish

I took the first drag and blew the smoke towards her face. That seemed to do the trick, her eyes snapped open. Revealing the puffiness and redness it had hidden. "ah, I see. You want a smoke right? " I lifted the cigarette to her face. Her sullen gaze metamorphosed into a glare. I chuckled softly and took another drag of the cigarette and dispelled the smoke in her face again. Her eyelids fluttered for a few seconds, when she finally glared back at me again, there was moisture shining under her lower lids. I was sure the moisture wasn't because she was crying.

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but as soon as I began to drift away, the girl in the red dress shows up again. — “For the love of goddess, does this look like real purple roses to you?! These are clearly painted!” Suzy shrieked at the group of deliverers from the flower shop in the village. It’s eight in the morning and I’m already tired for the day. “We– we’re sorry, Your Majesty. It’s just that purple roses are very rare and we only found a few. We couldn’t come up with a thousand and–” “Enough with your excuses! Get me real purple roses or I’m not paying for a single cent!”

She blinked, adjusting to the light, and then— she gasped. Her hands flew to her mouth as she turned in a slow circle, taking in the sea of roses—red, pink, white—blooming in perfect harmony. The petals glowed under the sun, the garden alive with color and fragrance. "Rami…"Her voice was barely a whisper. "This is… for me?"

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

The woman explained with a tone of regret. "Then how many roses do you have?" Marco asked. "Hmm ... wait a minute!" Said the woman stood up, then went out of the room! Wait a minute...yes!" She asked. Marco nodded, and waited in the room for about 2 minutes, until the woman came back into the room, Marco waited. "We only have 1000 stalks of red roses, 1000 stalks of white roses." Explained the flower shop owner. Marco took out a black card that was used to pay, the woman received a card ... She understood that this customers would absolutely buy all flowers she have now. She takes care of payments.