Funny Roses Are Red Poems の小説・ストーリー

"Don't get angry and don't get sick again, okay?" Rose nodded as she pouted. "Previously, I have been healthy and never got sick all year round! When I met you, my immune system had weakened! Your aura is too strong! Then... grow me some more roses! Red roses represent fiery love. I hope our love and marriage will last for a long time and be prosperous forever! Hubby, you will always care about me..." It would be perfect if he could pamper and spoil her like this for a lifetime! Although she understood that no matter how fiery love was, there was a shelf life. It would become bland in the end.

The birds are singing. I close my eyes. I listen. I breathe. I stay. --- September comes. The light changes. The mornings get cooler. The roses start to fade. But the oak tree stands tall. The oak tree does not care about September. The oak tree just keeps growing. Slow and steady. The way trees do. --- Damon and I plant more roses. Not white ones. Red ones. The kind that mean love. The kind that mean passion. The kind that mean I am here and I am staying and I am not going anywhere.

Sarcasm, she can sense the sarcasm in his sentence. " Like what Ember, why would I give you a rose?." He asked in frustration. I am just trying to make this night memorable and you are ruining all of this by asking shitty questions? no, you tell me why a boy gives his girl a red rose? " His outburst somehow made her smile.

Flower 2: "What about me?" I heard another tiny voice. Rosy: "Sunny grow up. Everyone knows Yellow is so loud color. I am more beautiful than you." Sunny: "Who the hell you think you are Rosy. You are so red. However, I am so bright. Also, I have petals bigger than yours. I am better than you." Cherry fruit: "You stupid flowers think you are a wonderful and beautiful creature. We are the real gems. We shine like diamonds with the rays of the sun."

Giant, deep red, glowing roses. I thrashed, trying to pull myself up, but the damn things had a grip like iron. Every time I moved an inch, they sprawled higher, coiling tighter, dragging me deeper into their grasp. Their petals looked soft, almost beautiful—until I saw the teeth hidden beneath them, snapping dangerously close to my skin. "That woman said the fae world isn't a joke!" I growled, struggling harder. "But she failed to mention the motherfucking sea of carnivorous roses!"

An alpha is bad, As well as mad, And when he meets his fate, He is absolutely fake. I laughed, at him. He looked utterly angry and unhappy, I continued. Rose's are red, Sunflowers yellow, Violets are blue, Alphas are like marshmallows. He took that as an insult, he looked at me ready to unleash his beast. I said the last. Open the bag, Taking one out at a time, Make them suffer, And make all theirs mine. He growled ferociously, I chuckled. What a ridiculous poem. And more what a ridiculous alpha.

1 "They came for you," she said handing her the roses,"they're red, too bad but they're roses and roses are roses if you ask me. They all smell the same, may it be black, white or red or any other colour if there is."4 That was her personal assistant if you asked her, "thank you," she smiled,"and please close the door behind you." "Wow!" she heard her friend exclaim,"they're beautiful, too bad you don't like red."2

First him being him and second he has his own way with words and plays very well with words so he would easily make me spill beans in front of him. I was walking and the car was just where it was, not moving.... I was mumbling curses to my fate when I heard a loud horn... Why this Rudra is being so sweet suddenly.. 'Well he was rude but still you can't deny his care in form of small gestures for u...' reasoned my subconscious mind... Well it is true but still it's a little weird .... Well let it be... This debate could continue but right I now I should focus on knowing why is he hell bent on helping me...

Ron chuckled. "Rose must be mad when you made fun of her dresses." "Yes. She would be upset then I'd coax her, that was really fun." Rion looked at Rose from bottom to top. The woman looked beautiful in a bouffant dress but… "Red? Again?" Rion furrowed his brows. "Why?" "It's okay. It's just that my eyes hurt to see the color. It's too bright and dazzling. People at the party won't think I bringa wife, but bring a lantern instead," Rion said deliberately, trying to irritate Rose and he always succeeded.

What fucking bullshit is the Shit Witch going to throw at me now? “Bum bum bum bum. Painting the roses red. We’re painting the roses red. We dare not stop, or waste a drop. So let the paint be spread. We’re painting the roses reeeed. We’re painting the roses red. Oh, painting the roses red. And many a tear be shed, because we know, they’ll cease to grow. In fact, they’ll soon be dead. NOOOOO… And yet we go ahead, painting the roses red. Painting the roses red. We’re painting the roses red.” A trio of voices sang as I saw shadows of you guess it PLAYING CARDS! “OH FUCK NO! I’ll kill them all!” I clenched my hands into fists, pocketing the watch for the moment.