Give My Love Rose Novels & Stories

The heat of her hand on mine…made me feel things. “The rose…” She started. “What about it?” I asked softly. “I heard your mother ask if you’d given me a rose. You said you had. Was that the one you gave me in the library? Did it mean anything?” For a breath I let my gaze drop to her lips, just long enough for her to see but not long enough for me to lose control. “In our world,” I said, “a rose is not just a flower. It’s a binding. When we offer a woman a rose, it’s like offering her an engagement ring. If she accepts it, she automatically becomes the lord’s fiancee.”

"But I've figured out that you can't see what I've given, and love can't be consummated with only one party giving. "When you were destroying the flowers I worked so hard to grow, you had destroyed my love for you. "When the love had gone, we were nothing. I'm sorry. I haven't loved you for years." I pushed the door open and left, his sobs not stirring the slightest bit of pity in me. Finally, I was able to say it face to face, and I officially said goodbye to the past. The days were finally back to normal again. Everyday I worked in my rose garden.

Not just telling them about it, I was going to have to show them daily just how much in love with them I am. "This rose signifies our love for you. You may not love us yet, and it's fine. We are not going to force you to fall for us, but we will at least ask you to give us a try, to try to open your heart to us. I love you, Precious." Although he had told me this before, I still felt my breath hitch. Those three magical words were doing something in my tummy, and just like a tornado, my tears fell down my face.

The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the sweetness of the moment. “Thank you. But you know this is all unnecessary, right?” I said, pulling away from his embrace. He chuckled. “You tell me this every year, but does it ever change?” He asked. “Ok, that’s fair. Your love language is giving gifts, I get it.” I said, and with a playful snap of my fingers, a beautiful vase filled with water appeared. I gently placed the golden roses into it, their delicate petals unfolding like tiny rays of sunshine.

Amelia said eyeing his dirt-covered body as he looked like he was used as a rag doll. "Oh… here." He took out an icy rose from his pocket and gave it to her. "This is a flower that symbolizes love." He explained to her as she is happy, it looked exactly like a flower carved out of ice but it felt exactly like a flower. "Back at home, a red rose symbolizes love." She smiled looking up at him. "But this is much more beautiful." She added pecking his dusty cheeks that she didn't mind. They both walked to their room as she helped Augusta take off his clothes revealing his bare skin as she turned away blushing shyly.

Opening the piece of paper, I held my breath as I read the inky words written by Prince Adrian. Dear Little Rose, From only one look, I was captivated. Your beauty amazes me each time I see your precious eyes, flawless skin, and supple lips. There is no doubt that you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in all of my twenty one years. As a gift, I give you six red roses to represent love at first sight. I know this may seem a bit much, but I would really love to get to know you more. You're not like other girls. You'll never be like other girls.

“Pretending about what?” Amelia lifted her head slowly. Her eyes met his, glossy but determined. “About how I feel.” The room seemed to still. Ricardo froze, his body reacting before his mind could catch up. “Feel… how?” Her hands clenched in her lap. “I like you. No—” She shook her head, forcing the truth out. “I love you.” The words fell between them like fragile glass.

“But you are going back to work after this.” “I am only trying to cheer you up. So you don’t wilt drowning in the thoughts of your flower,” Darya said. “By the way, what flower is your flower?” “A rose,” I said, swaying sideways and back and forth with Darya. “Why a rose?” I smiled. “What flower comes to your mind when you think of love?” Darya squinted her eyes thoughtfully. “Roses. Even an anti-romantic like me knows that.”

Arriving at the mansion, something Rose had never imagined greeted her before her eyes. The divorce papers, complete with the signatures of both parties, lay on the bed along with three roses. Tucked into the stem was a piece of white paper, as well as a small bag of thick blood, which Rose could well understand the function and purpose of Theo handing over the blood. Rose's heart pounded as she reached for the rose, which was no longer red. That is, for this time Theo had chosen kissing pink as a gift.

Tears rolled down her cheeks thinking about this. Roman stopped before her. "I got you red roses because they're said to be the most beautiful type of Rose but I know that isn't true because you're the most beautiful type of Rose. You're kind, caring, loving and so beautiful. I love how you treat people and how disciplined you are. Most of all, you're perfect, Rose. " Roman gave her the flowers. Rose collected the flowers and took a deep breath, taking in the nice scent of the flower. "I love you, Rose." Roman knew he had to say this sooner or later. Saying it felt like a burden had been taken down from his shoulders. He had those words in his chest and he knew he had to get it out someway.