Give My Love Rose Novels & Stories

Rose whispered, her voice carrying a hint of playfulness. Liam, understanding her silent message, nodded and lifted his arms, allowing Rose to slide the black shirt off his body. He stood before her, his bare chest basking in the sunlight, as if shedding the weight of the world. Rose embraced him tightly, her arms encircling his torso. She felt his warmth and the rhythm of his heartbeat, solidifying their connection. Together, they stood amidst the fragrant garden, a testament to the beauty of love and the transformative power of embracing life's vibrant hues.

I took the card and noticed a message on it. [ These roses represent courage and respect, values ​​that you have shown and that I feel in the face of your efforts. The red roses represent all the love I have for you and the passion you arouse in me, your kindness, and the appreciation of your presence by my side. While the yellow rose is a symbol of the close bond that exists between us. I love you Sophia.] I placed the card to my lips savoring his words. How on this earth a person whose face I do not know can cause me so much happiness? I feel very in love and it's not my frivolous side that speaks.

There was something so elegant about the rose, the black petals were so pretty and the aroma was so lovely I couldn’t resist raising it to my nose and inhaling. I picked the note and opened it: A black rose is rare and so are you my darling. I am a lucky man to have found you and I’ll live my life trying to be worthy of your perfection. I promise you, my love. I love you, Chantelle Jones Coco.

“Any preferences?” “Roses.” Lucas typed away on his phone. “Black roses to be exact.” It is the perfect flower and color for apologizing. She can’t be mad at me for long if I keep seeing dozens of flowers in her office every day. “Add chocolate to the list.” Angela loves chocolate.

And since he was very tall, Layla was almost lifted off the ground. "E-Eric… let go… I can't breathe…" Eric looked down at her, his handsome face gradually souring. "Did you forget, Layla, that the perfume you're using is Avril's favorite scent, with the main ingredient being rose oil? I bought her many bottles of rose perfume in the past because of how much she likes the scent of roses. I'd just forgotten about it later on…" Eric suddenly let out a self-deprecating laugh. Indeed, he'd forgotten too many things.

Of course I wanted his number then I replied, "What is your name?" I sat my phone down so I could dry off and get dressed. Then like clock work another ping from I*******m. He asked, "What is your name beautiful?" I began to blush then replied. "My name is Elisabeth Rose Freeman ,but everyone calls me Beth", I messaged back. He then replied, "Vladius Lee Sinclair, nice to meet you Beth". I then in return sent my number to him. I finished getting ready for the day. I was planning on cleaning up my dorm room.

It made butterflies go to my stomach. "Congratulations, Rose. You passed," Lestat said, and I squealed "I did," I said as I snatched the paper out of his hand. "I did it," I said as I hugged him. I could tell he was shocked at my reaction because he stilled. I was shocked as well. I pulled away from him. "I am sorry. I didn't mean to to that," I said "There is no reason to apologize, Amore Mio. You can hug me anytime you want."

I had thought we were just marrying out of family obligation but the usually stoic heir of the Hiltons was filled with emotion. He gently kissed my forehead. Then, dropping to one knee, he looked up at me and spoke sincerely. "Evie, I've been waiting for this day to come. I thought I had lost my chance with you. "We grew up together, knowing and trusting each other. Will you join me in a vow to grow old together, till death do us part?" I held out my hand for him to put the ring on. Then I threw my arms around him and said, "I will."

I whisper, seal our love with a kiss that never dies. "You're mine, Rose," I whisper, "Now and forevermore, My love, my heart, my everything," I adore. "I love you, Roman," Rose replies, her voice barely above a whisper, "Forever and always," our love's eternal, no need to linger. In that moment, our love shines bright and true, A love that conquers all, a love that sees us through. ############

Awkward enough, I could surprisingly hear his heartbeat, almost like I had plugged earphones playing his heart beating in my ears. Then he let out a sigh which led to an immediate decrease in his breathing and his heart rate. "She…" he began again. "S-she had always loved blood-red roses." He stretched his hand and offered me the roses. "I don't know what flowers you like… or if you like flowers at all, but these flowers were what came into my mind, as they represent love and friendship, just like the person who had once admired them."