Fully Bloomed Rose Novels & Stories

"I..." He interrupted her. "I'll take you somewhere." Karen nodded. He held her hand and continued to move forward. As he walked, a colorful bed of roses appeared on the left of the lawn. The flowers were full of colors, and the fragrance was delicate. They were all in full bloom, and it was a magnificent view. Karen had seen flowers in full bloom before, but she had never seen such a large garden of flowers. She couldn't even see the edge at first glance.

I give them to her. "I love roses but the fact you brought the red ones scores you another point in my book." she smells them. "Good to know that." I grin. "But you know you needn't have brought them anyway." she stares. "I wanted to." I reply. I was passing this flower shop when I saw these good looking roses. My mind immediately went to Della and I knew I had to get her a bouquet. "Okay. A minute, I need to put these in a vase." I wait for her from outside before she returns all set. We get inside the car and I fire the engine to the busy street.

The scent alone is strong enough to fill the entire room. Deep crimson roses spill out of a crystal vase, the petals rich and velvety under the morning sunlight pouring through the windows. At least a hundred stems crowd together. They’re lush and dramatic, like someone emptied an entire florist shop just to make a point. Claire leans against the doorframe behind me with a knowing smirk spread across her face. “Before you say anything,” she says, “I tried to send them back.” I set my bag down slowly. “What was the reason today?”

I hiss. “ Are you sure, Boss? It’s a rare breed of roses, pure blood in color and more fragrant— ” “ Rip them to shreds. ” I cut in, fire burning along my veins. I don’t want to hear how I chose those flowers after carefully examining every breed of red roses. Just because I wanted to give her the best of everything. “ On it, Boss. ” Josh replies. The door opens and closes after he leaves. I take in a deep breath, unclenching my fists.

she said. After that, Suri headed to the rose garden. It was May. Full bloom. She told the gardener to cut every single rose and send them to Julie. "But Mrs. Jerkinson, aren't these your favorites? You usually just take a few. You sure you want them all gone?" "Yeah." She parked herself on a bench and watched them work all day—snipping, clearing, loading up the truck. By sunset, the sky was streaked in pink and purple. Suri grabbed a torch and lit the leftovers on fire.

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.

Smith's accounts, there haven't been any transactions at all…" John tapped his fingers on the desk, irritable and growled coldly, "She's the one who planted the black roses, didn't she? Always playing such nonsensical tricks just to get me to go looking for her… Just to make me cave to her whims! "Go! Bring some men with you and search every inch of this villa. If she's really in this villa, make her kneel before Lara and apologize! "Also, dig those black roses out, root and all. The very sight of them irritates me!"

It was utterly transformed. The floor was covered in flowers, and I don’t just mean a few scattered petals. It was an ocean of blooms—roses, daisies, and violets, their soft, velvety colors blending into one another in a way that felt almost too perfect to be real. Balloons were everywhere, too, floating lazily or tied into bouquets with gleaming ribbons that caught the light whenever they swayed.

Then, with a snap of his fingers, a small group of men in black emerged, their arms laden with bouquets. “Take them inside,” His voice was thick with command and Rosealba could not help but notice the sternness of his voice and the coldness of his expression as he gave those orders, but her attention wavered as she took in the sheer volume of flowers—roses, lilies, hydrangeas—delicate and abundant. Four bundles came, then five, and still more followed, filling her shop. Her lips parted, but no words came. She stared at Drystan, then at the endless stream of blooms. Her lashes fluttered as disbelief mingled with wonder.

"Like the princess, tea, or flower?" I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, a smile growing on my face. "The flower. Why do you—why do you call me Bloom?" Zac shrugged lightly, looking out the window. "I assumed it was the flower. Blooming—as flowers do." I inhaled sharply. I was—flattered, I think. Confused. I didn't think Zac was someone who would put thought into a nickname. It—kind of made my heart tug. It was—just more thoughtful than I would have imagined Zac to be.